Zecora’s eyes cracked open and she immediately flinched away from the daylight that flooded into her room.

Her everything ached. Her ass was sore and well used and her pussy was in an equal state of duress. Her throat burned, and as she swallowed, she felt just how dry and parched it was. Every single one of her muscles was tender, protesting against even the simplest of movements. Sleep had done little to revitalize her, after the marathon session of fucking she’d been put through.

Every inch of her flesh felt sticky, caked in a combination of bodily fluids. She’d honestly need to shower for at least a week straight if she ever hoped to get this combination of cum, sweat, and various other less savoury fluids out of her coat. But all of these unpleasant sensations paled in comparison to how much discomfort the bloating made her feel.

She looked down at her belly, wincing as she noticed just how bloated and fat it still was from the sheer amount of cum Rarity had pumped into her belly. Unlike her pussy, which had recovered so easily, it would seem that Rarity’s last incredibly virile load would remain with her for a little while longer.

Rarity shuffled ever so slightly and Zecora looked over her shoulder, seeing that the mare was still with her. The unicorn’s strong arms were currently wrapped tightly around her torso, holding her nice and close. At that moment, this was the only comforting thing Zecora had, as Rarity tenderly stroked at her chubbiness.

She closed her eyes again and moved a little, sliding lower along the mare’s body. This gave her the ideal position to lean back and rest her head amongst Rarity’s pillow-like breasts. Compared to the sheets, these were spotless, free of any of the spunk which had tarnished the rest of Zecora’s bedroom.

Zecora felt something hot against her back and she shuddered, feeling the all too familiar sensation of fresh cum. As she glanced down at Rarity’s crotch, she noticed that the mare had somehow gotten morning wood, her cock twitching and shooting out a much more modest ration of semen. Though it was obvious she had been doing this for a while as a fresh and unpleasant puddle had formed between them.

How was this mare still alive, it should’ve been impossible? Surely dehydration should’ve gotten her by now.

Zecora didn’t lament on this for long, however. She was exhausted and her mind just didn’t have the fucks to give at the moment. The answer would probably involve pony magic and a really horny mage who had thrust this miasma of lust upon the world.

Still, Zecora was happy that Rarity was here. It wasn’t often that a pony stayed the night, nor was it very frequent that Zecora wanted them to. Yet, there was something truly special about Rarity. This was a mare who hadn’t compromised or tared in the face of Zecora’s unrelenting advances. There had hardly ever been a pony who dared turn the tables on Zecora, nor one who was actually capable of carrying through with the threat.

And that meant that Rarity was something special, something more than just another notch to add to her collection. Maybe this was a mare who was destined for something greater, a mare who Zecora would gladly make, dare she say, her marefriend.

Zecora couldn’t help but grin, allowing herself one of those fantastically predatory smoulders. She enjoyed the idea greatly.

After all, did she not deserve to have the best trophy in all of Ponyville to strut around and show off for everypony to gawk at and feel jealous of?

Her ears perked up as she heard Rarity yawn, the mare’s body shuddering as she moved her arms away from Zecora and stretched them above her head.

“Nothing like a little beauty sleep to refresh you in the morning,” Rarity muttered, smacking her lips together. “How are you feeling, dear?”

Zecora chuckled and slowly rolled over, playfully nipping at Rarity’s nipple. “Considering that I am very sore, you can assume that our night was not poor.”

“Mmm that’s good to hear. I’ll admit that I was a little worried that I went a smidge overboard last night.” Rarity paused for a moment, surveying the room before chuckling. “Maybe I did. This room looks like it's going to take quite a bit of time to clean.” She drew in a breath through her nose and grimaced. “And that smell might take even longer to deal with.”

“I do not know if it’ll ever be clean, maybe it's better to get new furniture due to your gene.”

Rarity shook her head. “Nonsense. You’ll find that this lady is very much prepared to clean up after herself. You don’t have a cock as large as mine and don’t learn a thing or two about getting cum stains out of furniture.”

She reached down and began to soothingly run a hand through Zecora’s mane, gently scratching her behind the ear.

“But perhaps we should worry about getting you cleaned up and fed first, before we think about doing anything else.”

Zecora nodded. “A good shower I could use, and breakfast for the calories I lose.”

Rarity nodded and gently inched back, causing Zecora to shudder as she felt the splotches of dried cum between them tug at her fur as they departed. With Rarity gone, Zecora channeled all her strength into swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.

She groaned as she stood up, feeling just how fatigued she still was. And she whimpered as she looked down at her belly. It was worse than she thought, being saggy and overwhelmingly bloated with the cum she could still feel leaking out of her rump. It was not a pleasant sensation in the least.

Her abs were ruined, she was sure of it, though Rarity would find that Zecora had a trick or two of her own.

Rarity came up beside her, planting a playful little kiss on her cheek as she gave one final parting hug.

“I’ll go and get breakfast ready while you clean up.”

Zecora nodded. “Luckily my kitchen is fully stocked, to help rejuvenate myself after getting my world rocked.”

Rarity grinned and slid away, giving Zecora’s rump a playful little slap as she moved towards the door. “Well I’m no Pinkie Pie but I’m sure I could manage to fry up some eggs and potatoes easily enough.”

And with that she was gone.

Zecora paused for but a moment, drawing in a deep breath to try and shore up her haggard form. This had limited success, but at least gave her the strength to lumber towards her bathroom.

She didn’t even bother looking in the mirror, deciding that whatever hideous effects had been applied to her body could wait until after she was clean. Instead, she stumbled into the shower and threw on the water, allowing the warmth to bombard her.

The water may have been a smidge hotter than usual but it felt like only this intense heat would have any hope of cleansing her body of the cum bath it was currently drenched in. She sighed in relief, feeling the sheets of filth drain away from her fur at the same time that the warmth soaked deep into her muscles, doing away with the worst of her aches and pains.

Zecora stood like that for a while, just succumbing to the purifying warmth until it made her hide feel tender from the heat. Once, she felt properly cleansed, she quickly lathered herself in soap, balms, and shampoos, deciding that if nothing else, she could at the very least smell good for the day ahead.

After this was done, she allowed herself another minute of warmth and then stepped out of the shower, making her way over to the sink and mirror. It was now time to assess the damage Rarity had inflicted upon her.

It was not a pretty sight. As she feared, her stomach was a flabby mess. And to add onto that, her ointments had failed her over the night and her true age was revealed. This made things significantly worse. She prayed that Rarity had not noticed the wrinkles that now dominated her complexion, nor the slight greying of her mane.

Thankfully, almost all of this was fixable, using her own form of magic. She grabbed a green ointment from beside the sink, rubbing it into her wrinkles. For a brief moment, it glowed, and then the blemishes faded to a youthful nothingness. Then she grabbed a bottle of a fine red powder, sprinkling this into her mane. It too glowed and the grey of age was replaced by her not-so-natural tones.

Finally, she was left with the belly. For this, she selected a yellowish rub, pouring some into her hand. She then worked this vigorously into her stomach. The effects were slow but inch by inch her bloated fat retreated until finally she was left with the six pack she was used to.

She knew it was cheating but sometimes a mare could get away with that every once in a while. After all, she felt she was due for a little slack after the way Rarity had so utterly ruined her last night. If that mare got to play with magic, why couldn’t she?

Zecora gave herself one last look in the mirror, seeing if she could spot anymore defects. The only one she really noticed were the bags under her eyes. But not even potions could make up for a bad night of sleep. For that she’d need coffee.

So, she grabbed her bathrobe and tossed it on before making her way towards the kitchen. As she approached, she could smell the alluring combination of eggs, fried potatoes, and most importantly, black coffee. It led her onwards, like a creature seeing an oasis in the desert.

As Zecora entered the kitchen, Rarity glided by and offered her a nice big mug of black coffee. She eagerly accepted it and took a sip, sighing in relief. She felt the layers of haziness and sleep deprivation fade away soon after.

“You look a smidge more sentient,” Rarity chimed, skipping towards the stove where she had a few pans frying away. “Have a nice shower?”

Zecora nodded. “The shower itself was pretty refreshing, and the smell of your breakfast was very impressing.”

“Glad to hear it,” Rarity said, offering a dainty little laugh as she reached into the cupboards and pulled out a pair of plates. “Not going to lie, I was a little scared that my anatomy might’ve been a bit too much for you last night.”

Zecora shook her head. “Not at all, the chances of harm were always small.” She sniffed the air. “What is it that you’re cooking? I hope it tastes as good as it’s looking.”

While she waited for a response, she lumbered over to the dining room table, plopping down at one of the empty spots.

Rarity grinned and began to serve up the various fried foods. “Eggs, pan-fried potatoes, and soy sausage. Maybe not the best meal for one’s figure but I feel like we both deserve it after last night. What do you think?”

Zecora merely nodded, filling the silence with a nice long gulp of warm coffee. She didn’t know what it was but somehow Rarity had managed to revolutionize the taste of caffeine. It was impressive really.

Then something struck Zecora, in the middle of this blissful moment. She realized this was the first morning after, in a long while, which didn’t end in an awkward goodbye and an unkeepable promise to meet up again. For the first time in ages, a mare had actually stayed the night and wasn’t scampering away first thing in the morning. Not only was she staying but she was taking care of Zecora as if she actually mattered and wasn’t just some piece of meat to be discarded once it was properly misused.

She pondered this, gliding a finger along the rim of her mug as she glanced back at Rarity.

Maybe there really was something more to this mare, something that would make her worth keeping around even after this encounter. Zecora wasn’t getting any younger, as her wrinkles and greying mane showed. Maybe it was time to consider settling down, especially when she had the chance to do so with the most beautiful mare in town.

“What are you thinking about, darling?” Rarity asked, snapping Zecora out of her thoughts and back into the moment.

The mare now stood before her with two plates full of food. The meal looked better than any Zecora had made for herself in recent history.

“My apologies, I didn't mean to brood,” Zecora said, taking one of the plates. “I was merely thinking about the food.”

“That hungry?” Rarity asked, stepping around the table and taking the seat opposite Zecora. “I don’t blame you. I am feeling quite ravenous myself.”

She licked her lips and plucked a piece of sausage from the plate, popping it into her mouth. As she chewed, she rested a hand under her chin, looking across the table at Zecora with a devilish little twinkle in her eye.

“So…” Rarity began.

Zecora cocked a brow, silently chewing on her own mouthful of scrambled eggs.

“You seem to have made a rather speedy recovery,” Rarity said, drumming her fingers against her cheek. “What’s your secret?”

Zecora chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. “There’s really nothing to tell, just a nice shower under the water’s fell.”

“And I suppose it has nothing to do with all of those ‘natural’ remedies you had lying around in your bathroom?” Rarity asked, a coy little smoulder on her lips. “A few, which I might add, seemed to have magical enhancements that I didn’t even know existed.”

Zecora’s eyes widened. “How much do you know? Please tell me you don’t have much ammo.”

Rarity snorted. “Darling, I would never dream of doing such a thing. Believe it or not…” She grinned nice and wide, “I might know a thing or two about magical enhancements and how they can affect one’s not-so-natural beauty.”

She shook her head and reached for her own coffee, taking a sip. “But really, dear, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m more impressed at how much work they can do for you. It’s like no sign of last night’s conquest is lingering.”

Zecora snorted, shaking her head. “Conquest is also what you had in mind? Maybe you and I are one of a kind.”

“Oh, we definitely are,” Rarity agreed. “Just a pair of mares who see what we want and do whatever it takes to claim it. I’ll admit, Zecora, I have had my eye on you for a while now. You’d be the perfect little addition to my collection, the best piece of eye candy in this entire town.”

Zecora cocked a brow and took a bite out of her sausage, chewing it slowly.

“And I have this nagging feeling that you feel the same way about me,” Rarity went on, dabbing at her lips with her napkin. “I know of your reputation to fuck mares and then toss them away in the morning. So, I’m very aware that it's no small feat that I’m still here for breakfast.”

“Of this you speak the truth,” Zecora admitted, motioning her fork towards Rarity. “It is a nasty habit I picked up from my youth.”

“Youth?” Rarity asked, giving Zecora a cautious look before it dawned on her. “My oh my, are some of those beauty products hiding your true age?”

Zecora nodded, her only mark of confirmation.

“Why that only makes you a far more catching prey in my mind, dear,” Rarity said. “I may or may not have a thing for older mares. Honestly, they are far more dignified than the usual grad students and young professionals I fuck.” She leaned forwards and grinned nice and wide. “When we get to know each other a little bit better, I really should tell you of my encounter with Mayor Mare. She was the best evening I had prior to last night.”

Zecora chuckled. “Of this story, I would like to hear. Though your eagerness to stay has swayed my fear.”

Rarity pursed her lips and poked at her plate of fried goods, spearing a mouthful of eggs which she promptly ate.

“I was supposed to be at my boutique for eleven,” she said, frowning to herself. “Had a client who was coming around who needed a little help designing her wedding dress.”

Zecora sighed. “I see, it’s a shame that you must leave.”

Rarity shook her head. “I do feel awful at the thought of leaving you behind though. Especially with the mess I’ve left for you.” She hummed to herself, as if searching for some compromise, something that could meet both of their needs. “How about this, dear…”

Zecora looked across the table, silently waiting for Rarity to continue.

“It’s what? A little after nine in the morning?” Rarity asked.

Zecora nodded, glancing at the clock.

“How about I stick around until ten-thirty, help you clean up a little and then I head out to take care of business. Then afterwards you and I could go out, grab some lunch, and maybe have another date?”

“That plan sounds rather concise, and also pretty nice,” Zecora agreed.

Rarity beamed. “So, it’s a date?”

Zecora nodded. “It’s a date, though don’t be late.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, dear.”

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