The path to Zecora’s home is familiar now. Even with the dying light of winter’s evening sun, you can easily navigate your way through the maze-like trees and thick underbrush of the forest. The last thing you want right now is time to think. Because the longer you do, the less you find yourself capable of being upset with Zecora. You need to hear it from the mare herself. Did she mean for this to happen?

The light of her abode cuts through the branches like a knife. You come out into the clearing and take a deep breath to try and clear away some of the anxiety clutching your chest. You knock on the door and step back. A few seconds later it opens to reveal Zecora. She isn’t wearing her usual distinct mohawk, her hair lies flat across her head like many of the other ponies in town. That being said, her mane grows differently to the other ponies – it’s more like what you’d expect from an equine.

“Zecora, can we talk?”

She steps out of the doorway and allows you to enter the hut. The door closes, trapping the hot air inside and allowing you to get some comfort back after the long walk in the cold. You take off your coat and leave it on the bed. There’s a lot you need to say, but you don’t know where to start. The way that Zecora had gotten… intimate with you the last time you were here was a surprise. Does she feel for you in that way? Or was it just a bout of madness?

“Ask me a question and I will not lie; I can see the sparking anger in your eyes.” Zecora keeps a respectful distance from you as you try to work your way through what you want to say.

You pace around the room, your mind awash with a million separate thoughts. “I… I noticed. That I was changing. A friend talked me out of whatever stupor I was in. And the only thing I can think of is that it’s your fault. I guess it’s pretty obvious now, anyway. The first question is, why?”

“I did as I did with no intention to wrong, I simply wished to give you a place to belong.”

“Did you know that this would happen?”

Zecora takes a moment to think on her answer, or to come up with a rhyme that can explain it. “The treatment I prescribed can cure many an ill, but the outcome is dependent on the patient’s heart and will. You felt like an outsider, looked down on by others, the magical power of my root sought to grant you many brothers.”

“…There’s only one other Zebra around here, and she’s a mare.” You sit down on the bed and sigh, “Well, I guess there isn’t much to do about it now – unless you have an antidote lying here somewhere that can undo it.”

“While I understand your desire for space, an easy out is simply not the case. Before you is a road split in twain, each one leads to a new tinge of pain. Abandon yourself and start anew or suppress your desire and allow it to stew.”

“So what I’m taking away from this is that I’m stuck with the zebra dick and the floppy ears.”

Zecora nods again.

You throw your hands up, “Oh for fuck’s sake. Well, I don’t want to be some weird half and half zebra man if I don’t have to be.”

Zecora pulls something down from one of her shelves. It’s what’s left of the plants that you gathered with her. “If your resolve is strong and your heart is set, we can end this façade and burn the rest. A new form you will be given, one that fits this world true, and only then will you not feel blue.”

You know that she’s right. You never felt like you fit in with the ponies in town. It’s an irrational fear, but a fear nonetheless.

“Zecora. This isn’t just about that, is it?”

If she wanted to respond, she doesn’t. She places the bowl on a small table and motions you to it. You kneel down in front of it as Zecora sets it alight. She remains silent as the smoke begins to fill the room with the smell of ash.

“No matter the form, your affection would matter, but with the form of your body, I could not be anything but flattered.” The smoke fills the room, and you realize now that Zecora will also be affected by the power of the plant. Zecora doesn’t see fit to object or flee, she closes her eyes and allows it to wash over her. “I came on a long journey from the West, and thought that isolation suited me best. But I was wrong and foolish, I did not know rest, to be alone was a difficult test.”

A quilt of stars hangs over you.

There, peering through the darkness is a familiar mare. Zecora. She stands before a carefully constructed village in the middle of rolling plains. Orange strands of grass surround a small watering hole. Trees in a circle, many of them used as structures to construct huts similar to her own. To an uneducated observer it’s almost like the trunks sprouted through the buildings and out of their roofs.

“For the years from my birth this was my home, the anointed place where the Westward winds had blown. My family the village shaman, both trusted and wise, but my young eye sought an even greater prize.”

Another Zecora, wearing a cloak and covered in bags that must contain all of her worldly possessions, emerges from one of the houses and begins the long walk to her destination. Flashes of new places and people fly by – are these her memories? Or just your interpretation of things again? You flash forward to the forest again, in front of Zecora’s hut. But this isn’t the real one.

“A grove where secrets and monsters lurk, I made the Everfree forest my place of work. Flora and fauna not once seen by my people, I would find them, blood, muscle and sepal.”

You suddenly feel off balance. You fall down onto your hands and knees as the muscles begin to cramp up. You feel a pressure pulling on them until they’re taut, like the strings of a guitar. You cannot begin to describe how strange this feels. Everything is wrong, somehow. Your legs are wrong, your arms are wrong. Your fingers feel like they’ve been left out in the cold for too long.

“No backing out now.”

“Where we are now is at is seems, the power of this plant is to connect our dreams.”

You’re back in your old home. Nothing has changed since then. But it’s empty. Empty of the people that you knew, who’ll never see you again pending another stroke of chance. You groan as you feel your body shifting again, your jaw elongates and pushes outwards, pulling your nose with it until it forms a gross half-human muzzle.

The magic at play quickly sets about correcting that mistake, white fur begins to sprout from under the skin and covers the stretched flesh at a rapid clip.

“I miss my old place, I really do. But I have to make the best of where I am now. I don’t want to live trying to keep myself ready to lose everything again, I want to throw myself into everything I do every single day.”

“A heart and mind embroiled by woe, cease your worries and simply let go.”

You close your eyes and imagine it, what it would be like to be eye to eye with all of the ponies that you’ve met over the past year. Your friends, your neighbours. They’d have accepted you no matter what, but you want to walk a mile in their horseshoes for once. You don’t want to have to explain yourself to others anymore.

Zecora floats to the surface again. You can never seem to avoid thinking of her at times like this. Her wisdom, her words, they all mean so much to you. If you were one tenth the person that she was, you’d have made all the difference in the world. But you still have that chance, there’s still an entire lifetime stretching out in front of you, waiting to be used for something great.

She kisses you.

You push back against the pressure on your chest. This is a battle that you cannot win. Her tongue invades your muzzle and duels with your own, hot breath splashes over your face as she blows air out of her nose to try and keep her breathing under control. You open your eyes and look at her, “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Every action leaves it’s own wake, but you did not accept this just for my sake…”

“Maybe not, but right now – you’re the only thing I can think about. So this is for you Zecora.”

Zecora grows larger by the moment, the volume and area of your chest shrinking down smaller and smaller. Your arms aren’t arms any longer. Your fingers recede into your palm, and the skin becomes hardened as a layer of nail magically hardens over the top of it. You feel a pinch at the base of your spine as a short, muscular tail emerges from the bottom of your back.

Your crotch doesn’t look so odd now that it’s surrounded by a pair of powerful equine thighs, that bulk up with each passing moment. In fact everything gets a little bit of a workout, with the muscles in your neck, rear and legs increasing in size.

This is not the slow and gradual onset of symptoms that Time Turner was worried about, in a few minutes you are no longer human at all. You struggle to extract your from your overly huge pants and coat, only succeeding as Zecora grabs them with her teeth to keep them still as you push yourself out.

You wobble onto all four of your brand spanking new legs and wobble your way to the nearest body of water. You look down into the reflective surface and see a new zebra looking back. Your mane is long and unruly, framing your wide and expressive eyes. Your field of vision has increased slightly, which is somewhat disorientating. Your body is covered in black and white stripes, and there’s a rune like marking on your butt like the one on Zecora’s.

Zecora trots to your side and looks you over with her own appraising eye. “A zebra stallion of brawn and might, may I say it is a pleasing sight.”

“You’re just complimenting yourself.”

You know how weird it is to have your old voice coming out of a zebra’s face? It’s very weird. The pitch has changed due to your new body. You step back from the water before you fall in and drown yourself.

“So we’re doing this, for real?”

Zecora nods with a smile.

“…Okay. But you have to show me how to be a zebra, right? I don’t know anything about using four legs.”

“You are a man pushed into an unenviable position, to help you adapt will be my mission.”

“Lead the way.”

“…There is no need for us to seek the door, for the two of us are merely unconscious on the floor.”

Oh. You forgot. Zecora hums to herself with a melodic tone, “To show you the basics is what is in question, may I air a peculiar suggestion?”

“It can’t be any weirder than what just happened.”

Zecora doesn’t wait for an answer, or to even explain what she intends to do. She simply pushes you onto your back and crawls over you until you’re face to face again. Even when you were human, you had to admit that Zecora’s curves had a certain effect on you. The smouldering look she’s shooting you with her lidded eyes is awakening something, that’s for sure.

“Is your idea seriously just us having dream sex?”

“I would have thought that you would think the same, but tell me the truth, can you complain?”

You roll your eyes, “No.” Being in such close proximity to such a pretty lady, is it any wonder that your new member is poking out of its sheathe. Zecora doesn’t seem interested in much foreplay. She rubs against it until it reaches its full length and positions herself above you, you’re sure that this isn’t how non-bipedal creatures do it, but you aren’t going to tell the teacher how to do her job.

Zecora is slow. She takes a lot of pleasure in making you feel every inch going inside, and not just in a physical sense. You can’t help but buck your hips slightly as you feel the pressure surround your erect member.

She rocks her wide, bountiful hips as she acclimatizes to having you inside of her. You’re halfway to thinking un-sexy thoughts. The heat of the room in real life is getting to you, and to Zecora – her well styled mohawk is beginning to lose it’s form as your activity grows more carnal. A rogue strand of hair bends down and covers one of her cyan eyes.

You let out a snort, the hot breath condensing into a cloud of steam in the chilly air. You can feel the undergrowth, the grass, the dirt, the branches, poking at your back, but your newly grown fur keeps it from being too uncomfortable. Zecora’s usually calm and collected face cracks under the pressure, her cheeks bloom a deep red as she shudders on your lap.

You can’t let the poor woman do all of the hard work. While she tries to collect herself you strike like a coiled viper and flip her around onto her back, with you on top. Zecora doesn’t have the wits to speak in rhymes, so she doesn’t speak at all. She lets out a lustful moan as you begin to pump your hips. Your new equipment is a bit longer than your old little buddy, and much, much thicker. That increase in surface area has one important side effect – that being that this feels way too good!

“I don’t know how long I can do this.”

“The duration of your training is no matter, do as you will and release your batter.”

Well, that’s an unfortunate line. In less sexy circumstances that would be the end of any bedroom fun going on. You’re too far gone to start laughing though, so you keep ploughing Zecora’s pussy with intent. The sensations that you feel are real, even though in real life you’re baked out of your mind on the floor of her house.

You lean down and kiss her again as your thrusts begin to lose their own rhythm. You can feel the swell of an orgasm approaching you. Lost in the feeling of throwing yourself at her, the feeling of the forest around you, everything, you have no intent other than to cum inside of her winking pussy as the finale. You shudder and tense up as you blast the entrance to her womb with your cum. She curves her spine back as her own orgasm brings her to the apex, and back down again a moment later.

You breath heavily as you nearly collapse on top of her. You steady yourself again and put your hooves on the ground next to her face. Zecora has never looked more beautiful than now. She’s a complete mess, her hair is ruined and it’s full of dirt and branches, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s intensely liberating in a way. Throwing away of politeness, of the normal standards that everybody else feels the need to follow.

But again, this isn’t real. A shared dream between the two of you.

You pull away and out of Zecora. Your half-hard shaft nearly swipes the floor as you stand up again. Zecora doesn’t feel the need to move from her spot on the floor for the moment. You try out your new body, circling around the clearing as your heart goes back to normal. This is still a dream; everything looks and feels real but there’s something off about it.

The stench of cum tickles your sensitive nose, and it’s not nice. You go back to Zecora and pull her up to her hooves, before escorting her to the small pond that lies beyond the treeline. Normally you wouldn’t dare take a dip in this water, but with a little concentration its as clear as filtered tap water, without any of the mud or detritus that usually lurks beneath.

Zecora sighs as she dips her messy lower half into the pool, “Lying on the floor, looking at the ceiling, it lifts to my heart to return your feelings.”

You jump in behind Zecora and pull her into a wet hug. The smell of her fur is much more pleasant than your own jizz. Getting frisky with her in the water isn’t doing anything to quell your excitement, “If you’ll let me, I wouldn’t mind having this spot next to you.”

Zecora leans in and whispers to you, “Breathing short and ears curled, let’s do this again in the waking world.” She kisses you once more, but you blink yourself awake. You aren’t getting it on with Zecora in the pond outside her home anymore. You’re in the hut, one leg wrapped around the snoring mare.

The damage is clear. You have become a Zebra in reality too, you look down past your receding penis and down at your black hooves with wonder. That moment of wonder is cut short. Zecora is thankfully still unconscious next to you, because seem to have ejaculated all over Zecora’s lovely wooden floor in your sleep.

“That’s fucking disgusting.”

“So, in the end – she turned you into a Zebra?”

You sit at Turner's table with a stupid grin, “Yep.”

Time Turner frowns as he looks at your new striped body, “And you’re not upset about it?”

“What do you mean?”

He puts down his drink and begins to wave his arms, “From any normal perspective, having your entire body changed into a different species would upset most ponies. You don’t seem to be all that bothered about it!”

“It’s okay,” You shrug.

“…Why?”

There’s a tense moment of silence in the bar as you work up the courage to admit the primary reason.

“She’s a monster in bed.”

Time Turner groans and slams his head down onto the table, “I should have known.”

“Dude, seriously – you have no idea how good she is. She rides like a tiger.“

He cuts you off there, “Way too much information friend. Way too much.”

Author's Note

A huge thank you to:
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That's the end (?) for now. I might write one more quick epilogue chapter to wrap up things properly, but getting even this bit out was incredibly hard. I've lost my touch with writing sex scenes, so I tried to keep it concise so that this could come out eventually.

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