Chapter 1 - The Fuckening
Tonight’s date reached the beginning of its third act as all good dates should, with Zecora at the door of her home and a beautiful mare following in her step. Since moving into the town of Ponyville and leaving her voluntary exile behind, Zecora had enjoyed a few of these dates, all of which ended with her bedding either the beautiful mare or handsome stallion she brought along.
And tonight’s conquest was by far the most precious of catches she had the privilege to claim. Within the town, there was no mare more beautiful than Rarity, and somehow Zecora had managed to win her over. Even now, as Zecora fumbled through her purse for her keys, she glanced back at the mare, thankful for this most precious of victories.
Rarity had opted to wear an absolutely stunning and tight fitted black cocktail dress that travelled far up her thigh before conforming so wonderfully with her shapely hourglass figure. It also had the added benefit of leaving a generous cut for her abundant cleavage to spill forth, offering plenty of skin for Zecora to eye up.
Yes, this was going to be a fine catch indeed.
“Thank you for inviting me over,” Rarity said, reaching forth and touching Zecora’s arm with her soft hand.
Zecora smiled, feeling Rarity’s gentle touch against her incredibly muscular forearm. It turned out that ponies loved a mare who knew how to take care of herself. Especially, one who could pick them up with ease. That was always a fun party trick, which she had impressed many a one night stands with.
“It was a pleasure, that I could bring you leisure,” Zecora said. “And thank you for offering me company, as life recently has been sullenly.”
Rarity frowned. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
Zecora nodded and finally found her keys, unlocking the door to her little home. She held it open and gestured for Rarity to step inside.
Rarity smirked. “Why, how polite. It’s hard to find a proper lady in this day and age.”
Zecora didn’t comment that she may have had ulterior motives for her chivalry.
Rarity stepped inside, giving Zecora a chance to catch a glimpse at how nicely the dress conformed to her abundant rump as it sashayed back and forth in front of her eyes. It was a very tempting target, though Zecora knew that patience was vital.
“I find that ponies respond highly, when you treat them kindly,” Zecora said, following Rarity into her home and closing the door behind herself. “Would you like a cup of coffee? And maybe resume that discussion on your trip to Neighazi?”
Rarity smirked and strutted over to the sofa, plopping down upon it and crossing one slender white leg over top of the other. She was the textbook definition of femme fatale and Zecora wanted nothing more than to rut her there and then.
“Yes, I think I would like that very much,” Rarity said.
Zecora nodded and stepped into the hall leading towards her kitchen. As she made her way there, she stopped by a mirror, she kept in the entryway, inspecting her reflection within it. She smirked at the herculean figure who looked back at her, appraising her hard work.
She had always been a fit zebra, a blessing which came from a childhood of hard labour and an adulthood of living in the semi-feral Everfree Forest. Yet, she knew how to accent her natural strength well, selecting a lovely silver strapless gown which hugged her curves nicely and showed off both her feminine figure and strong frame well.
It hadn’t taken her long to discover that within this town there was no mare who could hope to compare with her abundant bosom, which the dress struggled to contain, and her rather voluptuous ass, which was by far her most appealing feature. Add onto that her incredibly muscular frame, which the dress only helped to entice, and every pony instantly swooned over her. She was the very definition of a power top and she practically had to beat back the bottoms of Ponyville with a stick.
It was something she took great advantage of, as she had by now forgotten the exact number of ponies she’d slept with, lost to her mental bookkeeping. Yet, while she’d bedded many stunning creatures, none of them could hope to compare to the overwhelming beauty of Rarity, the next of her conquests.
Was it wrong of her to think of her in such a manner? To compare carnal affection with the triumphant of war and conquest? Perhaps. Though Zecora had learned early into her campaigns of fornication that the pleasure of sex was the most potent medicine for dealing with an unruly conscience and she had every intention to bed the mare sitting on her sofa.
How would she do it? Would she…
Rarity loudly cleared her throat, nipping this train of thought in the bud. “Zecora… is everything fine?”
Zecora blushed as she realized she may have been looking at herself in the mirror for a smidge too long.
“Everything is fine, I just got a little out of line,” she called back before reluctantly slipping into the kitchen. “How do you take your brew, with one cream or two?”
There was a pause from the living room, then Rarity’s incredulous voice came forth. “Wait, are you seriously making coffee? Dear, I know that you…”
Zecora chuckled loudly and shook her head. “No, I’m not, I just thought that I’d give this charade a shot.” She smirked as she scooped up two wine glasses, placing them on the counter. “Though perhaps that information will be of use tomorrow. That is, if you don’t mind spending the night within my burrow.”
“My, my, someone is feeling bold this evening,” Rarity said, her voice betraying the smirk she likely wore. “Perhaps I would be interested in such an arrangement. After all, this is a rather interesting home. Though I’d hardly call it a burrow. It’s far too grand for that.”
Zecora went over to her cupboard, examining the various bottles she had in reserve. She remembered that Rarity had a red with her meal this evening and decided that would be the safest bet. So, she grabbed a pinot noir and filled each glass half full.
“You must forgive my vocabulary,” Zecora said. “It can force me to get creative when describing my sanctuary.” She hummed to herself. “But tell me of your vacation? I hear there is cause for celebration.”
As she made her way back to the living room, a glass of red in either hand, she heard Rarity let out a content sigh.
“Why yes, yes there is,” Rarity said. “Neighgazi was everything I hoped it would be. Just this absolutely stunning little coastal enclave that was a fantastic fusion of Equestrian and Saddle Arabian culture. And the fashion show went smashingly. The Emir was most pleased with my designs and decided to award me a contract to design some new garments for him and his wife.” She giggled to herself. “I’m really living the dream, aren’t I? My clothing is going to be worn by royalty.”
Zecora stepped into the living room and flashed a smile, swaying her hips as she approached the sofa. She couldn’t help but feel a warmth flood through her chest as she noticed Rarity’s gaze eagerly roving her body.
“That is quite the honour,” Zecora said, holding out a glass, which Rarity promptly took. “Is it true that the Emir is quite the scholar?”
“Well he’s no Twilight Sparkle but I did get a chance to visit the royal library, which was indeed, very impressive.” She smirked and took a sip from her glass, humming at the flavour. “Though the place could use a good cleaning. It smelled of old books and dust.”
“Some would find that appealing. Yet, with my allergies, I’d be left reeling,” Zecora said.
Rarity chuckled. “I wasn’t aware you had allergies, darling.” She shook her head. “The more you learn about a creature.”
Zecora sat down beside Rarity and draped her free arm over her shoulder. Rarity picked up on the signal easily enough and inched a little closer, placing her own free hand on Zecora's very strong upper thigh.
“I had no idea you were such a muscular mare,” Rarity whispered. “It is a very attractive trait.”
Zecora smirked and placed her wine aside before flexing her arm and showing off just how strong she really was. The answer, very. Her biceps and triceps both bulged outwards, putting on quite the impressive performance. And Zecora was pleased to see that Rarity just ate it up, her gaze glued to Zecora’s impressive stature. She really did love when a mare could be won over so easily.
“Are you enjoying your wine?” she asked, motioning to Rarity’s glass. “I’ll have you know that it’s one of a kind.”
“It is very tasty,” Rarity commented, taking another sip. “Has a nice body to it, a good… mouth feel?”
“Is mouth feel really a thing? I always assumed it was just a passing fling.”
Rarity shook her head, her hand instinctively gliding a little further up Zecora’s thigh. This made Zecora’s breathing catch and heart beat just a little faster.
“I used to know a pony who was really into wine and she taught me to appreciate the taste, texture, smell, and flavour of a nice glass,” she said. “Maybe I sound a little pretentious, but I mean, I think I can get away with that every once in a while.”
She smirked coyly, leaning even harder into Zecora and allowing her hand to slip under the hem of her dress.
Zecora’s complexion warmed a few shades. She was used to being the one who took control and it was weird to have the tables turned in such a fashion. Though it was by no means an unwelcome development. It would just make her own assertive display all the more pleasurable when it eventually came.
“If you have such fine taste, then maybe there is no reason we should be so chaste,” Zecora said. She then smirked and allowed the hand draped over Rarity’s shoulder to slide down and cup her breast through the fabric of her dress. “I will admit I’ve had this in mind, I hope that your thoughts are in kind.”
Rarity chuckled softly and leaned over, allowing her lips to graze Zecora’s ear.
“I may have a slight confession to make,” Rarity whispered, grinning as she nipped at the zebra. “I might’ve purchased some very special set of lingerie for this evening and have been dying for an opportunity to show them off.”
Zecora chuckled, moving her hand from outside of Rarity’s dress to within, now making the bold move to cup her breast with nothing but the lacey bra between her fingers and Rarity’s flesh.
“I had no idea you were so bold. If only I would’ve been told,” she said.
“Now, now, I think a lady is entitled to a few secrets.” Rarity smirked and slowly licked her lips. “After all, the last thing I want Ponyville knowing is that I’m the type of mare who fucks on the first date. That wouldn’t go over well in the slightest.”
“That is very fair. With your secret, I’ll show great care.”
Zecora turned her head to the side, her mouth mere inches from Rarity’s own. There was a moment’s pause as an electricity crackled between them as each leaned in, pressing their lips together and sharing a hungry kiss. It wasn’t long before both their mouths parted and Zecora naturally took the lead, pressing her tongue into Rarity’s maw.
She explored it eagerly, dancing around Rarity’s tongue with her own and taking great care to exert her dominance. She leaned into Rarity and squeezed her breast firmly.
This elicited a pronounced gasp from the mare whose body tensed and postured turned rigid, a bolt of pleasure crawling up her spine. Zecora could feel her pleasure, feel the way Rarity shuddered and how she just seemed to melt against her advances.
Zecora was very familiar with this position, having put dozens of ponies in it in the past. Though she enjoyed marking all their differences. For starters, Rarity wasn’t quite the helpless maiden Zecora thought, her tongue still attempted to keep pace, to join Zecora’s in a tango, rather than concede and submit. And her body was much firmer, stronger than Zecora would’ve thought, putting up an unforeseen resistance against Zecora’s powerful frame as she attempted to ease her back.
Finally, after a few prolonged moments of kissing, Zecora drew away and smacked her lips together, savouring the flavour of the red wine that lingered upon both her and Rarity’s breath. It just seemed to really enhance the mood, adding another little tendril into the intoxication of the moment.
“I do not wish for this withdrawal, but the mood requires I wear something less than this shawl.” She smirked and leaned forward, giving Rarity one final parting peck on the lips. “But do not worry, I will make sure to hurry.”
Rarity drew in a shaky breath and nodded, using the moment to shore up her shaken composure. “Of course, darling. I will admit, I have a certain desire to see you in the buff. You do have such a lovely physique after all.”
Zecora nodded and stood up, taking a step towards the hall. “Are you a fan of stronger mares? I know it can cause quite a few scares.” She bit her lip. “Though I will be gentle, so any discomfort will surely only be accidental.”
Rarity smirked as Zecora made her way out of the room. “Oh, I wouldn’t be too concerned about that. I do like to get a little rough from time to time.” She chuckled. “In fact, I think you’ll find that I’m full of surprises.”
Zecora stepped away from the room, though paused for a moment. What had Rarity meant by that?
She supposed she’d find out once she returned.
As she entered her bedroom, she closed the door behind herself and disrobed as quickly as she could. First, she discarded her jewelry, placing her necklace, earrings, and bracelets upon the dresser. Next, she struggled to get one of her strong arms behind her back, tugging at the zipper that held up her strapless dress. For that brief moment, she craved to be a unicorn, just so she could harness telekinesis in the face of this struggle.
Yet, she finally managed to clasp the zipper, drawing it down and allowing the dress to part. As it loosened, she wiggled her hips from side to side, slipping it along her toned form and allowing it to puddle around her ankles. From there, all she had to do was kick back, sending it flying towards her hamper in the corner of the room. It had served its purpose well and deserved to rest until the next time it was needed.
She then looked back at the mirror, smirking at the reflection that stared at her. Her body was absolutely perfect, with muscles upon muscles sculpted from her form. She stretched her arms above her head and arched her back, sticking out her unrestricted chest.
Her hand then trialed downwards, crawling along her tightened abs until it went between her thighs as she ever so gently stroked at her sex. A faint moan came oozing forth upon a hushed breath, her whole form shivering softly as she rubbed just a little harder.
She was looking forward to defiling Rarity, the mental picture of the act having hounded her since they had left the restaurant.
Sadly, she was forced to draw her hand away, instead reaching up to undo her hair clip, allowing her mane to fall out of place and cascade past her shoulders. As a few strands got in her eyes, she threw back her head, knocking her mane out of her face and back into place behind her shoulders.
“Just wait a couple minutes longer,” she told herself. “Delay only makes your lust stronger.”
She inspected her naked form in the mirror, pumping herself up by rotating on her heels and flexing in for herself. It was always reassuring to see her hard work, knowing that it was by far, her more important trait for getting ponies into the bedroom.
Though, she didn’t delay for long. After all, she still had a pony waiting on her back in the living room. A gorgeous mare who was growing increasingly bored with each passing moment. So, Zecora drew away from the mirror, knowing that her company was not only more important than her vanity. Plus, her company would help add to her reputation in the morning, once Rarity became another notch upon her bedpost.
She went over to her closet, and drew out a pair of leopard print lingerie. It may have been a little cliché, but she loved the way it looked upon herself, adding a certain mystique when combined with her ‘exotic’ striped fur. She put it on quickly, loving the way the scant bottom wedged between her firm flanks and that the top left very little to the imagination, offering more than enough skin to entice all but the purest of souls.
It was also worth noting that it added further to her machismo, as she had slayed the very leopard whose fur now clung to her body. A hunt which had been performed with only her own two hands. A fact she loved to brag about greatly. Especially to her suitors.
“Now don’t I look sexy,” Zecora whispered to herself in a husky tone. “Perfect for rutting hard until I’m sweaty.”
Gods, she was glad that the chicks seemed to dig the rhyming thing? Or at the very least tolerated it to a point that it did not impede them from partaking in her potent physique.
She gave herself one last glance in the mirror, shimmying to get comfortable in her new attire. It may have looked incredible upon her bulging form but it also had a nasty habit to ride up her ass and chafe in only the most awkward of locations.
But it was going to be worth it, just so she could see the look on Rarity’s face when she strode out in such stunning attire.
Zecora felt a domineering chill run up her spine, causing her to shudder. There was something so satisfying about having the most beautiful mare in the world upon her sofa, knowing that she was just waiting to be fucked by a proper zebra. She had experienced many triumphant and conquests over her tenure in Ponyville but none of them would be nearly as glorious as finally having Rarity between her sheets, to turn her into the crowning trophy by which she could bolster her own image.
When she’d first come to Ponyville, she’d always looked forward to this day, to her most important of carnal victories. Yet, what had once seemed like an impossibility, like a fabled wet dream, was now mere moments from becoming a reality.
“Darling, I don’t mean to rush you but the night is rapidly aging,” Rarity called out. “And I would very much like to finish blowing your mind with plenty of time left for beauty sleep.”
Zecora chuckled and shook her head. It was funny that Rarity assumed she’d be the one blowing minds in this partnership.
“I am nearly done with my toil, just let me get a little oil,” she called back.
There was a pause, then a pleasured ‘ohhh’ from Rarity.
“That does sound rather nice,” Rarity admitted before letting out a playful sigh. “Fine I guess I will be a good little filly and show a bit of patience in these trying times. Though don’t keep me waiting for long. I can’t wait to just eat you up.”
Zecora opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of massage oil, pouring some into her hand. She then began to rub it into her flesh and sighed in relief as she did so, shuddering softly as she felt the warm fluid sink deep into her muscles, numbing the worst of her aches and pains. Slowly, she worked it into herself, making her body positively glisten, something that helped further show off her brutish and sculpted physique. Plus, it added a lovely scent to her body as the oil was rich with lilac and other pleasant scents.
With one final flex, and kiss to each of her large biceps, Zecora left the bedroom. She then quickly stepped into the entryway, and from there, into the living room.
However, she instantly came to a halt upon seeing Rarity on the sofa.
Rarity had maintained her previous posture, though had shed the cocktail dress, now only wearing lingerie. And she had not been lying, she had purchased a very special set. It was lacy and black, and clung so wonderfully to her body. It was somewhat transparent, allowing Zecora to peer through and spot the naked fur of Rarity’s breasts and the soft pink nipples that lay in the centre of each.
As for the bottom, most of it was obscured as her legs were still crossed, hiding her crotch, and what lay behind the lace, from Zecora’s view.
What surprised Zecora, however, was the fact that Rarity’s dress had hidden a certain strength to her character. For sure, she didn’t have the bulging biceps or hard abs of Zecora, but her core was still firm and arms bulkier than almost everypony Zecora had met, with maybe the exception of Applejack. She was surprised that she had not noticed it before as she was certain she remembered Rarity’s arms being quite slender.
As Zecora looked up at Rarity’s face, she noticed that the other mare was biting her lip, taking her own chance to examine the zebra’s glistening form. She seemed to enjoy what she saw as she shivered and let out a pent-up little moan.
“You look gorgeous, dear,” Rarity said. “I will admit that this was totally worth the wait.”
Zecora offered her own coy grin. “And you are truly a sight for sore eyes, and I am glad that dinner did not end in goodbyes.”
“Now Zecora…” Rarity began, her demeanour taking on a slightly nervous quality as her legs shuffled a little. “There is something you should probably know about me before we go any further.”
Zecora paused, cocking a brow. “And what is that, my beloved concubine? Surely not something that will stop us from getting to cloud nine?”
Rarity sighed and slowly drew her legs apart, revealing what she had so masterfully hidden. Almost immediately, a massive unflared cock burst forth, standing proudly on display. It was a pristine white, matching Rarity’s fur nicely, with little molted splotches of pink and grey. Already, the tip was dampened by a thin sheen of pre which made it positively glisten in the lighting of the room.
Zecora was speechless.
“I uh… hope this does not change our plans for this evening,” Rarity said, letting out a nervous chuckle as she prodded at the tip of her throbbing horsecock. “I know that this might be a little unexpected but I uh… I didn’t really know how to bring this up in polite conversation.” When Zecora didn’t respond for several seconds, Rarity pouted and made a move to stand up. “See, I knew this was a terrible idea. I should probably just…”
Zecora cleared her throat, making Rarity pause. “No, no, it is perfectly fine. You did not cross the line. I just did not think, that you’d have a massive futa dink.”
Rarity snorted. “Yeah I uh… how do I explain this. Okay, so when I was dating a mare about a year ago.” She motioned with her wrist. “Now, I’m not naming names for privacy reasons mind you. But… well… this mare kind of had a thing for mares with dicks and also happened to be a pretty powerful mage who knew a thing or two about transformation magic.”
Zecora snorted. “If she was a powerful mage, then her identity is not hard to gauge.”
“F-fair.” Rarity sighed and sunk further into the couch. “But like I was saying she may have cast a spell on me that well…” she motioned to her dick, “may have left me with this little accessory. And, while she did state she would change it back, I actually kind of liked having it. It made me feel…” she drummed her fingers against her palm before tilting her muzzle towards Zecora, “empowered, in control, unstoppable? It made me feel good! So, I stuck with it.”
Zecora nodded. “Well, I will state that I feel no less affectional, as I am a very proud bisexual. I have slept with both stallions and mares, so a dong hardly meddles with affairs.”
“That’s good to hear.” Rarity smiled and stood up, her massive cock bobbing in the air. “Though I suppose this must throw a bit of a wrench into your plans.”
“Whatever do you mean?” Zecora couldn’t help but blush. “Did I betray my intentions for this scene?”
Rarity nodded. “It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that a big strong muscular mare, like yourself, planned to put me through my paces.” She took a step towards Zecora, closing the gap between them and placing a hand firmly on her shoulder. “The thing is Zecora, I might look like a damsel in distress but I am very much a mare who loves to be in control.”
Her hand glided along Zecora’s shoulder, across her collarbone, and up her neck, before she placed two fingers gently against her cheek.
“Now the million-bit question is… are you the type of mare who’s going to protest to that idea?” she asked.
Zecora’s cheeks brightened. Not once, during any of her previous conquests, had she met a pony this bold in the face of her body. Could she honestly accept taking a submissive position in the bedroom? Even if that was the cost, she’d have to pay in order to add Rarity to her collection. The dong was by no means an issue, she’d been with ponies with dicks before, both stallions and mares. But Rarity’s abrasive and domineering personality was a legitimate problem. Was she honestly comfortable being on the receiving end of another creature’s dominance in the bedroom?
She looked at Rarity and realized she’d been silent for far too long. So, she swallowed a lump in her throat and nodded.
“If that is the cost of having you, then the time for my submission is past due,” she finally said.
Rarity grinned, a very predatory grin. “That’s excellent to hear, dear.” She motioned towards the entryway. “Shall we take this to the bedroom?”
Zecora nodded and opened her mouth to speak, though her mental capacity could not think of a way to rhyme ‘yeah’ on the spot.
Rarity grabbed her hand instead, squeezing it tenderly as she led the way towards the bedroom. “I did tell you that I had a special surprise in mind, didn’t I?”
Zecora bit her lip. “Of this, you tell the truth. Though I had little idea it’d be so uncouth.”
“Did I ever tell you that I really like that little tick you have.” She glanced back at Zecora and smiled. “The rhyming is incredibly adorable. Gives you a certain charm that I can’t place my finger on.”
Before Zecora could respond, they slipped into her bedroom with Rarity leading the way towards the large king-sized bed that dominated the room. Zecora had ensured that she bought the largest mattress on the market, preparing herself for the nights where she’d have two or three lovers over at the same time.
As Rarity sat Zecora down, she frowned to herself, shaking her head. “I have disrupted the mood, haven’t I? I knew I should have been a smidge more transparent about having this little accessory.” She sighed and plopped down next to Zecora. “I would completely understand if you wanted to put things on hiatus for the evening, dear. Maybe try again a different day when you’ve had a bit of time to think things over?”
Zecora thought about it for a moment. Though could she honestly look herself in the mirror if she allowed this once in a lifetime chance to pass her by? In the end, she shook her head and offered a nervous, though steady, smile.
“While your accessory is unforeseen, I am nothing if not a size queen,” she said.
Rarity nodded. “Well if you’re certain.”
She reached over, sliding a hand down the front of Zecora’s leopard print panties and rubbing her digits against her sex. Zecora felt a shiver crawl up her spine as Rarity ever so carefully gliding her fingers along her lips. This shiver intensified further as Rarity circled a single finger around Zecora’s clit, sending a bolt of raw pleasure coursing through her entire form.
“Perhaps a little foreplay will help re-establish the mood?” Rarity whispered, leaning in and planting her lips against Zecora’s neck. She kissed it forcefully, drawing forth a surprised gasp.
Yet again, Zecora found herself surprised by the hungry audacity of her partner. Though she knew that it wouldn’t take long to reassert herself within this bedroom dynamic.
She placed her hand on Rarity’s thigh and ever so gently moved it upwards, rubbing in tender little circles as she crawled towards what nestled between Rarity’s thighs. She was by no means unfamiliar with such anatomy and eagerly took advantage of her knowledge, wrapping her fingers around Rarity’s sizeable girth and stroking it. She was slow but forceful, moving her hand all the way from the base of Rarity’s erection to the tip in nice long strides. Once at the tip, she’d collect the sheen of pre which bubbled forth onto her palm, using it to lubricate her progress and allow herself to move more fluidly and with far less friction.
This appeared to be something that Rarity enjoyed greatly, her breath growing heavy and haggard as she planted a series of frantic little kisses along the nape of Zecora’s neck. As she drew back, Zecora turned her head and jerked forwards, pressing their muzzles together.
If Rarity wished for dominance, she would have to earn it fairly.
Their maws parted and their tongues delved forth, tangoing together in the region where one mouth gave way to the other. The kiss was hungry, hot with intoxication and a poorly concealed lust that seemed to deepen with each stroke, suckle, and movement.
Rarity’s fingers pushed into Zecora, causing her to let out a muffled chirp of pleasure, her tongue momentarily drawing back and letting Rarity take the lead. Her own hand faltered for but a moment, her stroking momentarily ceasing. Yet, as she adapted to the sensation of Rarity’s digits moving around inside of her, stroking at her inflamed lower lips, she resumed. Her wrist moved up and down with greater boldness and she ensured that she covered every inch with her not so delicate touch.
It seemed to work wonders, Rarity’s eyes growing half-lidded and her own tempo becoming sporadic and clumsy against Zecora’s relentless assault. Her fingers seemed to wiggle without reason, finding it difficult to establish a rhythm that would dare disrupt Zecora’s advances.
Eventually, Zecora drew away from the kiss and ventured lower, planting her lips forcefully upon Rarity’s neck and suckling sharply.
“You bitch,” Rarity gasped, her back arching as she pressed her body forcefully into Zecora’s own. “I’m going to make you pay for that.”
Zecora chuckled softly and drew back, just enough, to appraise the nice little hickey she had left upon Rarity’s flesh. It would linger for a good long while and Zecora couldn’t wait to see how her precious little bounty dealt with that over the coming days. It’d be most amusing to see how Rarity altered her choice of fashion.
Though, her break was brief as she continued to venture lower, planting a kiss against Rarity’s collarbone. As she kissed, her hand slid behind Rarity, gently grasping the hooks that held together her classy lingerie. She popped them open with surprising nimbleness, allowing the back to split open and Rarity’s abundant breasts to spill forth.
Rarity snorted, playfully nipping at Zecora. “My oh my, you dealt with that pretty quickly. Somepony seems skilled at the art of removing a lady’s brasserie.”
Zecora snorted. “Undergarment removal is a valuable skill, especially when you’re seeking to thrill.”
She drew back and helped ease Rarity’s top out of the way before diving down and taking one of her perky nipples into her mouth. Almost immediately, a huffing series of pent-up breaths oozed forth from Rarity as Zecora’s tongue liberally roved and explored her flesh, poking and prodding at the nipple between her lips.
She could feel the effects of her foreplay within Rarity’s erection, sensing the way it twitched and spilled more of its virile and incredibly potent pre. With this, Zecora’s hand could now move ever more freely, her pace quickening to such a degree that her powerful hand was a blur as it jerked Rarity off.
Rarity’s breathing grew more and more laboured, her posture becoming increasingly tense. She huffed and moaned as she closed her eyes and dug her fingers into the sheets, gripping onto the bedding for dear life.
Zecora could slowly feel her confidence returning, the fire within her breast smoldering as she began to press her advantage. She pushed back against Rarity, with both her hands and lips helping to take advantage of her distracted state. Before either of them could really appreciate this sudden change in dynamic, Zecora had Rarity laid back upon the bed and was hovering over top of her.
This is when Rarity let out a single bemused note of laughter. “You really want to top, don’t you?”
Zecora drew away from Rarity’s breast and smirked, hungrily licking her lips as she peered down at her. “I must apologize, my darling Rarity, but I am not much for making love at parity.”
From their new position, Zecora could feel Rarity’s erection press against her inner thigh. It was so firm and just bulged with a potent and pent-up sexual lust. She decided that there was no point denying it any longer. It would be cruel to leave Rarity in such a wanting state for long.
“It is a shame that I have no riding crop, for I really do enjoy my position as a top,” Zecora said.
Rarity snorted, allowing herself a little smoulder now that she had control over her body once again. “We’ll see about that, dear.”
Zecora reached down and slowly peeled off her own leopard-print panties, drawing them teasingly down her legs, really drawing out the moment. She kicked them off, as they passed her thighs, and sent them tumbling over the edge of the bed. With them out of the way, she aligned the tip of Rarity’s unflared pride with her lower lips, allowing it to prod at her sex.
Slowly, she eased backwards, allowing Rarity’s girth to part her folds and push into her body. She shuddered softly and drew in a deep breath. Even this first inch was more impressive than most of the stallions Zecora had been with, let alone the few trans mares she’d dabbled with. Off the top of her head, she could only think of Big Mac as a viable rival for the sheer magnitude that now threatened to split her.
Rarity’s hands drew up Zecora’s legs as she ventured towards her plump rump, squeezing it firmly. She smirked coyly as she kneaded into Zecora’s flesh, rocking her hips idly to grind those first few inches of maredick into her cunt.
“I have you exactly where I want you, Zecora,” Rarity teased, pumping forward an inch deeper, drawing a haggard breath from Zecora as the zebra shuddered.
Zecora bit her lip. “Is that what you think? Because you are barely within my pink.”
Rarity snorted and stopped kneading, instead roughly digging her fingers into Zecora’s flanks as she gripped her tightly. She then pumped forwards with a potent roughness, spearing deep into Zecora’s dripping sex. It all came so quickly, as Zecora felt herself suddenly stuffed full of Rarity’s throbbing meat. She gasped in surprise, gripping the sheets firmly as she jerked forwards.
Though, Rarity did not let up. Instead, she took immediate advantage, drawing back and delivering another thrust and then another. Each drove a little deeper and grew more fluid and smoother. Soon enough Rarity had a regular rhythm going, her massive cock slurping potently as she pumped forcefully into Zecora’s sopping wet sex.
Zecora felt whatever momentum she had gained, during their foreplay, immediately dissipate and fade away. She was left speechless by Rarity’s boldness, unprepared to have the tables turned on her in this regard. Well, mostly speechless, after all, her moans soon filled the room, melding together with the potent grunts that Rarity gave as she forcefully pumped into her date for the evening. Their two moans soon intertwined so beautifully, acting as a lovely melody. A melody which was supported by a crude series of slurps, slaps, and other depraved sounds, all of which combined into some sort of perverted orchestral section.
Soon enough, Rarity pressed against Zecora’s side. It took her a moment to realize that Rarity was attempting to change positions, to capitalize on her advantage by taking over who was on top in this situation. Zecora, for the briefest of moments, thought of resisting but knew it would be folly. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she had lost the initiative in favour of Rarity’s rough rutting.
So, she rolled over, allowing Rarity to take up position over top of her. She blushed as she saw the domineering and commanding smoulder that Rarity bore, looking down upon her like a hunter would their prey. The pony licked her lips slowly and that’s when the rutting really amped up, growing increasingly envigored.
Her hips pistoned forcefully, really pounding into Zecora’s tight little snatch. Every thrust was more fluid than the last, growing both deeper and more rapid until Rarity’s powerful frame was really bearing down upon Zecora. She ravaged her sex, cramming her entire mammoth erection in with hardly a care in the world. Beads of sweat coated Rarity’s complexion as a constant torrent of hushed breaths and semi-orgasmic sounds drained forth from her lips.
Before either of them knew it, their hips clapped together roughly, Rarity’s heavy balls slapping against Zecora’s rump. With each passing moment, Zecora could feel a fire grow within her gullet, one which each thrust contributed to by stimulating her inflamed lower lips.
Was she honestly brought to the precipice so quickly? It was obvious that there must’ve been some other factor at play, there was no way this mere pony could bring her to the brink in such a fashion.
Yet, as her back arched and she sung her lover praise, she felt her lower lips clamp around Rarity’s girth, like a vice. Though a well lubricated vice as a wash of warm fluids crashed against her erection and drained onto the bedding, soaking into the sheets.
But Rarity was not sated, she continued to hammer away, her posture growing ragged and pace more sporadic. Zecora had been with enough partners to know what was about to come as Rarity worked out the last few strides on her road to pleasure.
Finally, Rarity hilted within her, clapping her hips roughly against Zecora’s own before halting her frantic and unrelenting pace.
Rarity’s cock flared within Zecora, drawing forth a pathetic mew of exhausted pleasure from the zebra. The first strand of potent cum shot forth, plastering the inside of Zecora’s tight little snatch. It soon overwhelmed her sex, flowing deeper into her form. What couldn’t be easily contained exploded outwards onto the bedding, in an incredibly thick and messy creampie.
Yet, with such a big cock and heavy set of balls, it shouldn’t have been surprising that Rarity’s vigour would not be sated by a single strand of cum. No, her cock continued to twitch and a second spurt, of equal force, shot forth and was soon joined by a third and forth. For several long moments, Rarity continued to fill Zecora with her potent spunk.
Soon enough, Zecora could feel it bloat her womb, pressing her stomach outwards like some kind of impossible balloon of cum and raw sexual vigour.
Seconds soon turned to minutes, yet Rarity remained buried deep into Zecora, her cock still spilling forth more and more spunk, tapping into some unnatural reserve of potent sexual lust. By the end of her impressive cumshot, Zecora’s belly was bloated, as if she were pregnant with the octuplets that such an impressive ration of jizz would surely give her.
More surprisingly, Rarity still somehow managed to remain alive after an orgasm like that. With that much cum expelled from her form, Zecora half expected the mare to have shrivelled up from dehydration and crumble to dust. Instead, Rarity merely huffed for breath, bracing herself against Zecora’s now bloated belly.
“Fuck I needed that,” Rarity muttered before looking up at Zecora. “I may have been a little pent up, if you couldn’t tell.”
Zecora’s only response was a small groan of discomfort. She thudded her head against the bedding and closed her eyes.
Rarity drew her cock back and it slipped out of Zecora with a nice wet slurp, a mighty belch of cum soon gushing forth. It positively ruined the bedding as a wave of solid white spunk drained out of Zecora’s haggard and well used form. Thankfully, whatever witchcraft was at play allowed for Zecora’s stomach to deflate and for her abs and internal organs to remain seemingly intact.
Zecora groaned and reached up, rubbing the bridge of her snout between her forefinger and thumb. She doubted that she would ever need to get laid again, after a raw fucking like that. Even with her toned form and bountiful reserves of endurance, she was tapped, utterly drained of all energy.
Plus, she doubted that Rarity would have the ability to cum ever again. Even with her strange voodoo witch magic, her balls were surely drained. Plus, she’d been with enough ponies with cocks to know that the larger the cumshot the bigger the break they’d need.
“So, are you ready for round two?” Rarity asked.
Zecora’s eyes widened as she saw that Rarity didn’t look even the slightest fatigued. Instead she stood proudly at the foot of her bed, rubbing at her rapidly stiffening erection. She hummed to herself, looking down at her filthy form. Even if she was mythical, not even she seemed able to avoid the utter torrent of depravity which had gushed out of Zecora. Her body was covered in fluids which caked into her fur and tarnished her flesh from the torso down.
A faint laugh slipped forth from Zecora’s lips, soon turning into a roaring belly laugh which had her clutching at her recently abused, and still tender, stomach.
“You have got to be fucking with me,” Zecora wheezed, closing her eyes and shuddering.
Rarity snorted. “Did I honestly fuck the ability to rhyme out of you.”
Zecora shook her head. “No, no, not even with all your carnal glee.”
“Ah good, I was afraid that I tapped you out after only one orgasm.” She climbed onto the bed and crawled over top of Zecora, grinning from ear to ear as she dragged her massive futa cock along her belly and up towards her impressive chest. “You really shouldn’t have questioned my ability to be dominant, darling. Look at you, already haggard and exhausted after just one nut.” She chuckled and licked her lips. “It’s kind of pathetic really.”
Her grin peeled back, showing off a row of razor-sharp teeth.
…
Ok, they weren’t actually razor-sharp, but the intention was clearly there. This was a predatory grin, a grin that a hunter would take when they knew they had their prey in sight.
“I should’ve warned you, but my dearest ex did provide me with a rather robust stamina. I could even keep this up all night, if I must.” She smirked, finally resting her cock right between Zecora’s massive breasts. “Now, are you ready for round two?”
The intelligent part of Zecora’s mind should’ve tapped out, but Rarity had toyed with her competitive spirit, with her desire to outlast and dominate the competition.
“I will admit that you scratched my itch,” Zecora said, allowing herself her own coy grin. “However, bring it, you bitch.”
Rarity chuckled and wedged her massive cock between Zecora perfectly sculpted tits. While their size should’ve caused them to sag, due to their weight, they were supported by a robust set of muscles which allowed her to maintain perkiness and firmness even with their impressive size.
Once again, Rarity began to gently rock her hips back and forth. As she did this, she reached down and groped Zecora’s breasts, squeezing them together against her cock. Soon enough, her tempo grew emboldened and it wasn’t long before her hips had renewed their ravaging pace.
Rarity grunted and panted, moaning under her breath. Already, beads of pre collected at the tip of her cock, her previous climax having done little to stem the tide of crude fluids. At the end of each thrust, when she rapidly jerked back and changed direction, this strand would break free and fly forth, splattering a streak of white upon Zecora’s face.
Zecora’s senses were dominated by the unicorn. All she could feel was the sliding of her slick cock between her breasts. All she could smell was the heavy scent of sex, mingling with her partner’s perfume. Her sight was dominated by Rarity over top of her, the mare’s powerful frame tense and rigid. Rarity’s moans and the wet slurps of her pride were the only sound she could hear. And even taste, even this was taken over by Rarity, as Zecora’s tongue was overwhelmed by the heavy intoxicating musk that wafted off of her cock with each breath she took.
Rarity’s pace was impossible to maintain for long and it seemed that the mare wasn’t aiming to endure for any impressive length of time. Soon enough, her core muscles once again tightened and her pace grew sloppy. It may have only been a few precious minutes since her last nut, but it was obvious that the second was close behind.
An electric bolt of pure ecstasy seemed to just rock Rarity, crawling forcefully up her spine. It was like a live wire of raw pleasure had been attached to her and its currant ebbed through every fibre of her being. A frantic burst of hurried breathing gushed forth and her hips drew back, just a smidge, ensuring that the rapidly flaring tip was aimed directly at her face.
Zecora’s eyes widen. “Oh…”
The first orgasm had not seemed to weaken the ferocity of Rarity’s cumshot, as the first strand leapt forward like buckshot out of a shotgun. It smacked into Zecora’s face, plastering it with a sheen of thick spunk. Yet, like before, it was followed by more and more, each adding an additional layer of crude and perverse depravity to Zecora’s complexion.
Soon enough, panic began to set in as Zecora realized she could not breath through the sheets of semen which now covered her face, mouth, muzzle, and snout. She squirmed feebly, Rarity not letting up as she bore down upon the zebra’s form with her own impressive strength.
Thankfully, Rarity seemed to realize that murder by orgasm was likely not the way Zecora decided she wanted to go, so she aimed her cock upwards. This meant the last few ropes impacted the wall, plastering the earth tones with a nice sheen of white.
Zecora coughed and sputtered, frantically reaching for her face to wipe away the cum. It came off in sheets, further polluting her surroundings. At this point, she was bound to need a whole new bed with the sheer amount of musk and cum that soaked through the sheets and directly into the mattress.
As she hungrily gasped for breath, Rarity reached down, dragging her thumb along Zecora’s cheek and collecting a small strand of cum. She then popped this into her own mouth, moaning softly as she appraised the quality of her own mare spunk.
“Absolutely delectable,” she said, smacking her lips together. “Did you enjoy your sample, dear?”
Zecora merely closed her eyes and groaned, finally feeling the fire within her lungs abate.
“If your goal was the asphyxiate, prior warning I would appreciate,” she whispered. “I hope that your balls are drained, for I fear I am also drained.”
Rarity cocked a brow. “Did you just rhyme, drained with drained? Are you even allowed to do that?”
Zecora merely chuckled before thudding back against the bedding, unable to utter anything in her defense. Surely, even a magically charged futa cock would be tapered after a pair of orgasms like that.
And for a moment that seemed to be the case. That is, until Rarity’s voice flittered next to her spunk-coated ear. “So, are you still hungry for more?”
Or apparently not.
Zecora drew in a shaky breath, feeling just how utterly exhausted her body was and how absolutely ravished by sex she was. Yet, by this point, she couldn’t just end this ride, there was a certain light at the end of the tunnel and she wanted to see if she could drain this unstoppable fucking machine that dared to share her bed chamber this evening. That would be her trophy, her notch upon the bedpost. She would conquer this unconquerable well of stamina and cum, no matter how long she was forced to endure.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice husky and damped by the abundant cum that still coated her mouth.
Rarity slowly pulled away from Zecora, giving her a little space. Though, this was merely so she could grab Zecora’s flanks and flip her over onto her belly.
It didn’t take an expert to figure out what Rarity had in mind so Zecora lifted her fat rump high into the air, docking her tail to the side. She wiggled it back and forth enticingly, drawing in a shallow breath to shore up her greatly shaken composure.
Rarity hummed, pumping herself back and forth as she hotdogged her already erect pride against Zecora’s fat rump. She even pressed Zecora’s abundant flanks together, tightening their grip on her massive futa cock.
“You know, I’ve already claimed your mouth and your cunt, I think it's only fair that we give this last little hole a proper rutting,” Rarity said, drawing her unflared tip back and pressing it gently against Zecora’s pucker. “What do you think?”
Zecora’s eyes widened, though before she could protest, Rarity reached forth and firmly seized both of her wrists. With this leverage, she yanked back hard and slammed forwards with equal strength, impaling Zecora upon her fat cock. Almost immediately, Zecora’s tight little anus was crammed full of Rarity’s impossible thick unicorn pride. Yet, even though Zecora was stretchy, the sheer girth of it made her eyes bulge and water.
“Simply divine,” Rarity breathed, letting out a shaky chuckle. “You really do make the absolute perfect little cocksock, dear.”
Zecora kicked out feebly, unable to really put up any meaningful resistance as Rarity drew back and pumped forcefully into her. The first few thrusts were sloppy and sporadic with no real purpose or rhythm to them. Yet, soon enough a tempo formed, a melody that was made up of a crescendo of noises, all of which came from the constant torrent of grunts, moans, groans, and of course, the frantic slurps of a well used anus.
Rarity’s pace grew swifter and more forceful still, her entire length pounding effortlessly into Zecora’s tight little booty. Their hips clapped together loudly, acting like a crude and depraved drum section, the percussions that supported this utterly depraved symphony of fucking.
Zecora’s mind went blank, a panicked thought crawling through her senses. Her ass was her best asset, no pun intended, and if Rarity brutalized it what would she have left? She squirmed feebly but this just made Rarity fuck her even harder. She was going to be ruined, used up, tossed aside after Rarity was done with a rutting this furious.
A constant chirp of pleasure came forth upon each of Rarity’s petite grunts. These sounds wove together with Zecora’s own hurried breathing and sounds of dismay as she gurgled through the cum that still filled her maw. Their hips clapped together frequently. Each was a note that punctuated this most brutal of rutting. Soon enough, Rarity’s pace adopted a hurried quality, a franticness which Zecora was becoming all too familiar with.
Each pump of Rarity’s hips became a smidge more haggard and less fluid, the sound of flesh against flesh growing less and less frequent. She seemed to trade fluidity and speed for raw strength, each of these new thrusts now marked by a mighty clap of their hips together. Rarity’s frame was so powerful that the sensation of her hips against Zecora’s abundant ass was like that of a powerful hand roughly spanking it.
Zecora squirmed feebly into the sheets, clutching them for dear life. She felt so utterly spent, so utterly used, her entire form tainted by the exhaustion of this marathon session of love making. Her sex ached, her jaw was in pain, and her ass was rapidly joining them as it felt tortured and abused against Rarity’s unrelenting tempo.
What was this mare? Was she some kind of succubus, a demon sent to turn Zecora into a husk? Surely, not even Twilight could create such an unnatural being.
Before she could lament on this train of thought for long, Rarity reached forth and grabbed a fistful of Zecora’s mane. She’s used this as leverage, yanking back roughly as she pounded deep into her most sacred of orifices.
Zecora whimpered in dismay, gritting her teeth as Rarity continued to pound away. Though, whatever brief bout of renewed vigour this offered was soon lost as Rarity slammed her hips forwards with all her might and showed no intention of drawing back.
Inside of her anus, Zecora felt that oh so familiar twitch and her eyes widened in alarm.
Two orgasms had not tapered Rarity in the slightest, her potent spunk gushing forth with such unrelenting and impossible vigour. It flooded Zecora’s rump, filling her anus before exploding both, outwards, and into her awaiting stomach, filling it. The first spirt was followed by more, each adding to Zecora’s ration and filling her stomach to the point that it was bloated with the unsavoury taint of macro futa sex.
Yet, not even her rapidly growing stomach could hope to contain Rarity’s ceaseless vigour. Another spurt gushed forth with such ferocity that Zecora would’ve gone flying forwards and into the headboards if Rarity wasn’t clutching her by her mane. This last strand gushed beyond her stomach and she coughed it up violently, feeling the burn of semen lurch forth from her parted lips. Her eyes widened as she saw the strand of white fly from her mouth and plaster her headboard. It was alarming, as she thought such a thing would surely be impossible.
She hacked up this final ration, and when no more came, she sighed in relief, shivering violently against Rarity.
Zecora was spent, tapped out, just on the brink of utter unforgiving exhaustion. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to collapse and sleep for a week until she felt something resembling sentience return to her.
Rarity drew away slowly, the wet slurp of her retreat once again gracing Zecora’s ears. A gush of cum rushed forth and dribbled along her already tarnished flanks and onto the bedding below. By now, they were more semen than cotton.
“Holy shit,” Rarity whispered, wiping at her brow. “I think I might be feeling a little fatigued.” She sighed and shook her head. “I’m sorry, darling, but I think that’s all I have left in me for tonight. Ever so sorry to cut things short.”
Zecora groaned in dismay, closing her eyes tight. Everything just felt sticky and well used. There wasn’t an inch of flesh that wasn’t absolutely bathed in some bodily fluid and every single one of her muscles were just absolutely drained, atrophied against the bedding. She couldn’t move so much as an inch, nor did she really have any desire to. The bed, while polluted, was comforting. And in that moment, that was all that mattered.
Rarity thudded down beside her, laying back in bed and letting out a shuddering mark of bemusement. “Sorry if I got a little out of hand. I can’t really help myself when I’m with such a beautiful mare.” She shook her head and sighed. “Shame I gave up smoking, I really could go for a drag right about now.”
Zecora closed her eyes and drew in a calming breath.
“Honestly Zecora, you were one of the best fucks I’ve had in a good long while.” Rarity reached over and placed a hand on Zecora’s rump, patting it gently. “Most of the ponies I’ve been with in recent months can usually only handle one orgasm.” She smiled and laid back in bed, letting out a content breath. “But you, well you’re something special.”
She stopped talking for a moment and rolled onto her side, throwing her arms around Zecora and holding her close.
“Do you mind if I stay the night?” Rarity asked, leaning forward and planting a little kiss on the back of Zecora’s neck. “I’d feel terrible bailing and leaving you alone with this entire mess.”
Zecora didn’t feel like she had the strength to answer verbally. Instead, she placed her hand on Rarity’s own, squeezing it gently.
Rarity smirked and kissed her again. “Fantastic.”
They just laid there in silence, holding tightly onto one another. Though in Zecora’s current state, it wasn’t long before she passed out, letting the sweet embrace of exhaustion take her.
She could sleep easy knowing that she had finally gotten that notch upon her bedpost.
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Chapter 2 - The Day After
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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