Lucky’s Luck

“You sure you don’t need anything else, Zecora? I don’t mind carrying more stuff for you, you know?” A pink coated pegasus stallion with silky blonde mane and tail asked as he hovered a meter or so aloft the ground. He was carrying a few straw, bark, and makeshift bags with his forehooves; his back similarly preoccupied with more foraged ranks of leaves, sticks, bushes, bark, lichen, mushrooms, jars containing small animals, and more.

“That you offer to carry my ingredients is help enough, I would not wish for you to be in the rough,” Zecora replied with a gentle smile, her back also carrying materials, though fewer than what the stallion was carrying. “The help you bring to me without self-gain is something I admire. Truly, you are a friend any mare should require.”

“Haha! You know me, good ol’ Lucky Doo doing his best to help out a friend in need!” He replied cheerfully, blushing due to Zecora’s compliments and smiling brightly; enough to make the squinting monsters hidden in the bushes shy away from its shine. Which, as luck would have it, only served to accentuate his rather effeminate looks.

Indeed, many stallions had at one point or another mistaken him for a mare at first glance from a distance. Lighter frame, wider haunches, slimmer stomach, more refined facial features, a well-kept mane and tail that many mares would kill to have, deep blue eyes filled with joy and goodwill, a smile that could melt hearts, and even his size was leaning more on the petite side. All in all, to an untrained eye he was the image of a lithe mare.

But that was only at a distance. Once one approached him, the illusion was broken since he still had several traits that confirmed him as a stallion. His hooves were larger than a mare’s, his chest lacked the usual fluff most mares had to it, he didn’t walk like a mare, swaying his hips, his back was tougher, broader, and his voice, whilst gentle, was undoubtedly masculine.

That and he had two dangling coconuts for testicles. While their size were obviously exaggerated, they were still outstandingly big, at least half the size over of other notable stallions with big balls, such as Big Mac, Silver Rush, and Bulk Biceps. But Lucky didn’t mind that much about his outer appearance. He liked himself the way he was, even if he had to apologize to the occasional stallion or two that mistook him for a mare from time to time.

“Daaaaawwwww, shucks, Zecora! You really know how to make a guy blush,” he giggled in response to her praises. He hated to admit it, but a few years ago he was one of those many that feared and cowered whenever Zecora visited the town. But after Princess Twilight and her friends put things in the clear, he made it his personal to apologize to the zebra for his rude behavior. Thankfully for him, Zecora was nice enough to overlook past misdeeds and focus more on getting to know those that once feared her.

After that, he found himself spending more and more time at Zecora’s side, be it by keeping her company, helping her with her shopping, or lending a wing to gather up the ingredients she needed to make her potions; ingredients buried deep in the forest. Once he had been scared half-way to Tartarus and back of the Everfree Forest, but after dozens of incursions, he had lost almost all of said fear. What little remained was nothing but fearful respect of it, unlike Zecora who showed no fear at all since it was her home.

In truth, he found the forest to be quite beautiful and peaceful most of the time despite its constant dangers. Speaking of which, a reminder assaulted his mind as they arrived at a trial of dirt he recognized and knew they were around twenty minutes yet still away from her home. “Looks like we spent more time gathering your ingredients than other times,” he looked up to see the faint patches of the sky heralding the coming night.

“Only by a slight margin of miscalculation, more ingredients were needed this time for use in my creations,” she replied with a nod. “If we hurry now and not wander, mayhaps the light of day you’ll catch back over yonder?”

“Nah, don’t worry about me. No need to tire ourselves out with a sprint to save, what, a few minutes?” Lucky replied, tilting his head cutely. Zecora merely nodded and they continued their way. Just as he had predicted, just over twenty minutes later they reached her home. Zecora waved a hoof and the lights came to life along with the door opening. In the past, that had scared him the first time he saw her do that, but now he understood, at least in part, how the strange zebra magic worked.

Getting inside her home, Lucky let go of the bags before putting down the cargo on his back. When he was done, he landed and stretched his limbs until the joints popped. “Aaaaaahhhhh~ I needed that.”

“Thank you again, Lucky Doo my trusted friend. Without your aid, this bounty shall take long for me to expend,” said Zecora as she lowered the last package she was carrying. She then walked over to Lucky and pulled him into a hug; a rather easy feat considering he was a few inches smaller than her. “Is there anything I can do to show recompense? You always help me even unasked, truly, there is no expense.”

“Stahp it, Zecora!” Lucky giggled as he blushed and squirmed happily. It was no secret he enjoyed receiving praise and many of his friends often used that to have some light-hearted fun. “I’m always happy to help you, you know this! There’s no need for you to give me anything in return; your friendship is the best gift you’ve given me!”

Zecora let go and chuckled. “Then, my dearest friend, allow me to quench your thirst at the very least. Otherwise, I assure you, your throat will feel like yeast.”

“Now that I can accept!” He laughed as he made himself comfortable sitting on the couch next to the rack of potions. As he relaxed, he watched his friend work quickly on a potion. Sure, she could simply give him water, but for some reason he couldn’t fathom she always went that little extra mile to make him feel comfortable or to pamper him. Whilst watching her pull out some pots, water, and stir some ingredients, he couldn’t help but admire her beauty.

Her haunches and rump were bigger than the average mare, her body was covered with not only her comforting stripes, but also with a few scars, lithe but athletic muscles, and a figure that spoke of a healthy, strong mare that didn’t mind having just that hint of extra fat to make her hips sway juuuust in the right way that was hypnotic to watch. Not only that, but the rings she wore and the earrings contrasted against her icy blue eyes.

From his sitting position, he could see her perfectly as she mixed and stirred on a bowl. Then, suddenly, she turned and dipped down for something which caused her to expose her dark slit, puffy anus, and her small, rounded teats. Lucky felt a stir inside his sheat but he fought it back as he looked away. Peeking at a lady’s private area wasn’t something a proper stallion should do.

He sighed in relief when his lustful fire died down, managing to keep calm. Looking back, Zecora was filling a small bottle with the bluish liquid she had just prepared. When she was done, she brought it to him. Lucky accepted it with a wing and took a swing at it. “Oh? Blueberry?” He smacked his lips. “Is that… raspberry, ginger, and clover too?”

Zecora nodded. “A keen sense of taste is a blessing you possess. One most enviable talent, I must confess.”

“I’m just a filthy glutton,” Lucky set his drink aside, setting on the rack of potions. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t eat, especially if it is sweet and creamy!” He said before climbing off the couch. “I’ll be seeing you tomorrow for brunch?”

“I look forward to eating your delicious pancakes once more! Such a delight that I have come to adore!” She replied eagerly.

Lucky was about to grab his drink and say his goodbyes when it happened.

AAAWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

The collective howls of hundreds of timberwolves were heard all across the forest. A moment later, the two heard the distant echoes of Ponyville’s bell toiling the warning.

“Oh my,” Lucky muttered, flinching and sidestepping against the rack. “W-What are we going to do, Zecora?”

“The bell has been rung and the wolves of wood have made their call; indoors we must remain until they return to their hall,” said Zecora as she walked around her home and touching various symbols scattered across the floor, walls, and furniture.

“What are you doing?” He asked but Zecora didn’t reply. Four symbols touched later, he felt an unfamiliar energy wash over his body. “What in ponyfeathers was that?”

“Do not fret my pink friend, for within my barrier we are invisible. No monster shall come near us until morning comes, their attempts nothing more than risible,” she explained.

“I need a drink,” grabbing his bottle, he took another, much longer sip out of it as he sat back on the couch. “Oh! Ginger and cinnamon?” He exclaimed before drinking a little more ending with a long sigh of relief. “I’m sorry, Zecora”

“Sorry for what, precious friend of mine? It is the timberwolves fault for coming out early to dine,” she said as she nuzzled his cheek. Sitting at his side, she continued. “Don’t fret to be a burden upon my hut, you are most welcome to stay safe and shut,” she finished with a warm, sincere smile.

Lucky blushed and his heart drummed madly. He mumbled incoherent noises as he tried to hide behind his mane while Zecora leaned to rest her head against his. His head swirled with emotions and elation. He loved her. He had fallen in love with her almost as soon as he got to know her. He loved everything about her, from her attitude to her personality, to her beauty, all the way down to her hooves. But he lacked the courage to confess his feelings for her, fearing he’d lose their beautiful friendship.

It didn’t help that she was overly friendly and didn’t hesitate to hug him.

“W-Wow, it got hot suddenly, right?” He laughed before drinking the rest of the bottle. Putting it aside, he sat straight deciding to enjoy himself for the time being. Smiling, he leaned against her. “Thanks for letting me stay, Zecora. You’re always so nice to me.”

Placing a hoof on his thigh, she asked. “And you are always at my side. Tell me, is there something… that you’re trying to hide?”

“I--I uhh… w-well… you see… Z-Zecora I… I…,” he mumbled as he shifted in place. A growing nervousness arose from deep within him. Here he was, in the hut of his crush, the mare he had come to love, sitting next to her, having been asked a very direct question, and all he could do was try to not forget how to breathe. The nervousness began to itch and quickly turned into discomfort, which caused him to squirm on his seat a lot more.

Zecora pulled back, confused. She was about to ask if he was feeling alright when Lucky jumped out of the couch. She watched as he began to grunt and pant heavily. Bending over to present his ass to her, she was treated to witness his already hefty and sizable balls visible ache.

“Z-Zecoraaaaa!” He cried as he pressed his forehead against the floor allowing him to look upside down to his junk. His vision was a bit blurry but he could just make out how his testicles began to swell. “AAaaarrrmmmmmMMMM!” He half-yelled, half-moaned. It hurts! Celestia above, it hurts! But it hurts in a good way? Gaaaahaaahhh! T-They keep growing! W-What the hay happened!? He thought in a panicked state, unable to speak but still able to think and know what was happening.

Eventually, the pain and growth stopped. Lucky gasped and panted as he regained control of his body. As he panted and wheezed for air in ragged breaths, he felt a sudden gentle touch upon his sensitive twin cherries.

“Yiiiip!” He let out a high-pitched yelp as his wings flapped out of reflex, bringing him to hover in the air. “Zecora, what the hay!? Y-You could’ve at least given me a warning, you know!” Trying hard not to cry from embarrassment, he noticed the serious expression on Zecora’s face. Landing on the floor, he stared as Zecora picked up the discarded bottle of juice she had prepared for him. “Uhmmm, Zecora? Is everything alright?”

Zecora didn’t reply immediately. First, she stared at the bottle for several seconds. Then, she moved to the rack only to find a similar bottle half-filled with a blue beverage. Putting the bottle aside, she took the one already resting on the rack and gave it a little whiff.

She gasped and turned to face Lucky with an apologetic look. “A grave mistake has been made, this is the juice I created,” she said presenting the half-empty bottle. Then, she presented the empty one. “This one is not juice but a potion, the cause of making your jewels inflated!”

“What!?” He cried. He tried to walk, but his balls were very, very sensitive and too big for him to walk comfortably. From the weight he felt alone, he knew they had to be at least twice as big now! “Please tell me there is a cure! Please tell me you have a cure! Please! Please! Pleeeeheheheaaaaassseeeee!” He begged with tears forming in his eyes.

Zecora shook her head. “The ingredients for the cure I do possess. Alas, a long and careful process is needed I must confess.”

“T-Then what am I gonna do!?” He tried to sit down but the coldness and rigidness of the wood were too much for his sensitive testes. “I can feel them aching and it hurts! B-But in a good way? It’s strange… it’s like… more annoying than painful? And the tingling actually feels kinda nice, but I don’t want to have giant balls!” He exclaimed before hiding behind a wing. “E-Excuse my potty mouth, Zecora. I meant to say testicles, n-not, you know,” he said with a nervous, apologetic smile.

“There is no shame in calling things for what they are. But to solve this problem, then we must use a jar,” she explained.

“A jar?” Lucky tilted his head. “Just what kind of potion did I drink?” His face bleached and his eyes turned to pinpricks as he slowly, painfully so, lifted one of his hind legs to better look at his aching balls. Then, he turned to Zecora on the verge of tears. “Are they going to explode?” He asked in a whimper.

Zecora couldn’t help it, she laughed. Setting the bottles on the rack, she approached the bewildered stallion. “Don’t be silly, my small and cute stallion. The potion you ingested will not lead to such a hallion. A concoction most useful to those that seek my expertise in the fields of pleasure, it is a closely regarded secret from my homeland I hold as my treasure,” she placed a hoof on Lucky’s shoulder, visibly calming him down. “The liquid resting in your belly is a potion that helps with a male’s fertility. It’s effects are potent and effective, highly sought by those seeking more virility.”

Lucky blinked, looked back to his hanging bowling balls, then at Zecora again. “I drank a fertility potion?” He swayed his hips, wincing as his large orbs slapped against his thighs. “And stallions pay for this?” He asked, skeptically.

“Oh, Lucky, most stallions put great pride in their sexual prowess. For a sip of that potion, bits and morals are but soundless,” she began as she walked around him. Using a hoof to move his tail away, much to the stallion’s surprise and everlasting mortification, she put her face nearly against his churning spheres until her hot breath washed over them. “But a sip is all that is needed for a single night of passion. To cause such a reaction, why, I have never seen such action!” She claimed, half-impressed, half-worried.

“And I drank the entire thing… I DRANK THE ENTIRE THING!” Lucky shouted. He fell to the ground and flopped over. With tears falling from his eyes, he pleaded to Zecora. “Halph me?”

She giggled in response. “Of course I will help you, my dear. To not do so would make me shed a tear,” offering a hoof, she helped him up to his hooves and guided him to the couch. Helping him lay on his back but leaving his nuts fully exposed, Zecora sat next to him. “Our only course of action is to wait until the potion leaves your system. It may take hours or days, no other solution can be found in this ecosystem. Making the counter-potion would take me a moon, and I believe you’d wish to leave my hut soon?”

“I don’t want to return to Ponyville with these hanging from my nethers, Zecora. I think I’ll wait, he sighed. “I’m such a doofus. Have I ever told you that my special talent is being lucky? Well, right now I feel pretty unlucky. But that happens from time to time… I just hope my boss understands I won’t be able to go to work for a few days.”

“Of that, I shall take care of, my dear Lucky. Tomorrow I shall head to town to explain to your employer of a situation most mucky. With me vouching for your health most impaired, I no doubt you will be spared,” she ended with a light kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, Zecora,” he replied with a blushing face and a wide smile.

That was one thing he adored about Zecora. Not only her willingness to help those in need or her gentle heart, but her sincerity and the way she treated him. She always made sure that he was comfortable around her, gave him snacks, brewed him potions for free or as thank you’s, and was quite touchy-feely. Nothing more than the occasional kiss on the cheek, a light bump on the rump, a soft caress.

He shuddered pleasurably as he remembered that last bit. He didn’t know how she managed to do it, but her hooves were always so soft and clean. Every time she touched him, he felt a rush of joy and excitement run through his body. Oh. Oh, how he wished he could feel her hooves against his fur and skin, her lips on his, wrap his forelegs around her body.

If only I were not such a big coward I would tell her how much I like her, he thought bitterly. On one hoof, he really liked Zecora. On the other, he really didn’t want to ruin their friendship. Pushing those thoughts out of his head, he continued. “So… what do we do now? We can’t exactly leave and it’s too early to sleep,” he winced as he heard another howl. “Wanna make some potions?”

“Let us leave potion-making for another occasion. For now, how about we organize the bounty of our exploration?” She offered.

With a nod, Lucky carefully stood on his hooves once more. They spent the next hour counting, rechecking, organizing, categorizing, and storing all the ingredients they had collected during the day in their respective places. Once they were done, and feeling more at ease despite the bothersome size of his balls getting in the way and the terrible ache cost him some focus, they started working on making simple potions of many kinds. Shampoos, oils, cleaning soaps, healing potions, teas, and many more things. It was then, in the middle of brewing an ointment treatment for hooves, that curiosity finally got the best of Lucky.

“Sooooo… fertility potion? I thought that kind of brews would only work for mares, since, you know, mares are the ones bearing the foals,” he asked, passing Zecora a vial.

“While that knowledge is most certainly correct, fertility potions for stallions are not to reject. The potency may vary from one to another, but it always results in a gusher,” she winked at him with a knowing smile. “The one you drank, I must admit, is especially potent. An unforeseen outcome it has yielded, one with I am quite content. An hour has passed and yet you show no ill effect. I wonder what you may produce and what to expect.”

Lucky blushed madly, but he understood the meaning behind her words. He knew just how curious and devoted to her craft Zecora was, so now that she was presented with an anomaly (or anomalies in this case) she had no experience with before, it was only natural for her to be curious about.

Now that I think about it… she’s still not asked me if she can examine me, he realized as he stared at her, eyes focused on her work and far too busy to notice him staring at her. She wouldn’t let an opportunity like this to pass her by just like that, he thought before looking back as his crotch. So why hasn’t she asked me to let her check my b-b-baaaaaa condition?

Deciding to not let the question go, he opened his mouth. “Ummm… Zecora?”

“Yes?”

“If my reaction was, uhmm,” he pointed at his low-hanging fruits. “Unique as you said before, wouldn’t this be a good chance to examine it?”

Zecora stopped spinning the ladle on her brewing pot. Setting it aside, she turned to him. “I will not lie that the thought crossed my mind. But I would never dare to ask of you something so unkind.”

Lucky felt his heartbeat increase and the fluttering feeling in the pits of his stomach told him what a wonderful mare Zecora was. “I… I wouldn’t mind… you know… if you want?”

Now it was Zecora’s turn to blink and be confused. “Are you sure you’d be fine with that? For me to touch and examine your balls, like a mouse or rat?”

His blush intensified. “I mean… I wouldn’t mind it. But if you want, we can do it?”

“Only if you are certain that I won’t be of discomfort. The last thing I want is to make you suffer,” she said in a serious tone.

“You, make me suffer? Goodness to Luna no!” He let out a strained laugh. “A-After all, this might as well count as a sickness, right? Plus I made you lose a lot of bits for being a scaredy-cat. Might as well make it up to you somehow, right?”

“If that is how you appeal,” she began, setting the fire below her pot too low and putting a lid over it. “Then take a seat on the couch, so your balls I may feel,” she walked up next to him and kissed his cheek again, but it wasn’t a chaste kiss like those before. This time she pressed harder, it lasted longer, and his eyes turned to hearts for a split moment.

No matter what happens now, that kiss was worth it! And who knows? I might just work up enough courage to ask her out on a date when this is all over! He yelled and jumped inside his head; nothing short of a major victory for him had just happened. Following her lead, they returned to the couch and he laid on it like he had before: splayed on it, legs spread apart, and his balls hanging freely.

“How do you feel, and be honest now, I remember saying it hurt but in a good fashion? I am curious as to why that might be the case; just from a sip, most stallions end up asking for compassion,” Zecora questioned as she used a vial to wash her hooves clean, making them pristine. Then she walked up to him and began examining the giant balls in front of her; from eye deduction alone, she knew they were at least three times the size of the average stallion’s equipment.

“Y-Yeah. It kinda hurts. But only when I touch them or they slap against my thighs. Other than that, it just aches all the time. Like… Like I can feel something inside swimming around. They feel so heavy and hard, I’ve never felt like this before, not even when… you know… I need to relieve myself,” he said sheepishly.

“I am quite amused that you claim to need a ‘on-hooves’ approach to relieve your needs. A stallion as cute and noble as you, why, mares must fight over you like one would against weeds,” said Zecora, genuinely surprised to hear about his love life while she placed a hoof against his thighs.

The freckled-ass stallion moaned, biting his lower lip to suppress his desire as he felt his sheat shudder. Ha! I wish,” he said somewhat dejectedly. “I’m popular with the mares, but just because of how I look. I’m always the ‘best friend’ but never the coltfriend. I don’t think many mares see me as a real stallion,” he crossed his forelegs and made a pout. “I’m manly, too, you know?”

“You most certainly are, my adorable Lucky charm. But I do not believe you’ve never been to a mare’s farm?” She teased, her hooves slowly and gently tapping against his fur as they made their way to his crotch.

For a moment, his face turned as red as Big Mac’s coat. ‘Visit a mare’s farm’ was slang used only when a mare in heat invited a stallion into her bedroom to do the nasty. Lucky wasn’t a virgin, he’d laid a few mares in the past, but he had never been in a relationship. It was something nopony knew about. That, and his condition and… interests. Gulping hard, he replied.

“Y-Yes. Once or twice. T-Though I wasn’t… oh ponyfeathersIcan’tbelieveI’msayingthis!” He mumbled quickly. “I, uhhh, wasn’t all that appealing or satisfying,” he said softly, too embarrassed to look at her, yet too turned-on and excited to look away. “I wasn’t ‘big enough’ if you get my drift.”

“To turn a stallion down just because of his size, what a disgrace! If I ever know of these mares, I shall show them their place!” Zecora declared sounding quite angry, but still focused on her task. “To encounter a smaller stallion is nothing new. No honor or shame they bear on their names, this is quite true.”

“F-Funny you should say that,” Lucky scratched his left cheek. He was happy and touched that Zecora jumped to his defense instantly; it warmed his heart to know she cared for him so. But he needed to clarify. “They didn’t have a problem with my stature, but with my size.” The puzzled look of Zecora told him everything. From watching straight into her eyes, he shifted them to stare at his crotch with clear intent. “You know… down there?”

Zecora, much to his surprise, smiled and blushed. “So were my words directed at you, that I was speaking about it too.”

Luck felt his heart skip a beat before he opened his mouth. “Oh… OH!” Using his wings, the shy stallion covered his face. “W-When!? How!?”

“Clever and polite, you most certainly are. But you can never fight against feminine charm,” she began to explain as her hooves finally reached his balls. She pressed against them gently, tearing a suffocated, vibrating moan from Lucky’s throat. “For long have I known about your wandering eyes. I do hope that the view has been a most worthy prize?”

“You have no idea~” he replied without hesitation, his eyes fixated on her hooves now properly touching and kneading his hypersensitive testicles. The cat was pretty much out of the bag at this point, but he still needed to be careful. His next words would either do or destroy his chances to enamor the beautiful zebra that owned his heart. “I-I like you, Zecora. I think you’re beautiful and the prettiest mare in Ponyville and Equestria!”

A second later, he wanted nothing more than slapping himself across the back of his head. Much to his joy, he heard his striped beauty giggle before she rewarded his aching cherries with a soft press on them; he could nearly hear the sperm inside them slosh around, desperate for release. “Zeeeecoraaaaaa!” He cried, his wings unveiling his face and snapping open behind him.

“Your words are real and I am flattered. To think that a foreigner could be seen as pretty, I could’ve never imagined,” she put an ear next to his balls for a few seconds, then gasped with surprise. “The amount of pure seed goes beyond any expectation! If not retrieved soon, you might find yourself facing an alteration! Luckily for you and me, a useful tool will fit our needs. Fortunate is that one such thing right here exists, now we may proceed.”

Lucky was momentarily confused, but when he looked at her once more, he found his twitching cock unsheathed and standing rigidly defying gravity. The poor stallion’s lips quivered and his eyes filled with tears.

I am ready to die and fly into the Fields of Eternity now, please! He shouted in his mind, too ashamed to dare mutter a word.

“Your stallionhood is a rather impressive tool, even though not for the reasons many colts would strive to rule,” she said in a comprehensive, clinical tone. “A nice shade of pink, much like your coat; too bad the length is nothing to gloat,” with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she smirked and winked.

“Grogar kill me…” Lucky said under his breath. His heart felt like it would explode at any time, his stomach felt like a void, and his body failed to obey his commands. As much as he wanted to cover his exposed penis, he couldn’t do it. Not after hearing the clear insinuation she just made; one that made his cock twitch violently and spurt a glob of pre-cum. The sudden jerk of his meat made the glob deform into a thin string that landed all across the length of his cock, his balls, and even Zecora’s snout. “I… I’m terribly sorry, Zecora…” he apologized, but his eyes widened when the zebra licked his sticky clear juice. Followed shortly thereafter by a tight squeeze of his seedbanks. “Mmmfffggghh!” Moaned Lucky as he bit his lower lip as a measure of self-control. The aching pain and the pleasure pulsing from his groin, passing all across his body couldn’t be denied and his cock twitched in agreement.

True, he wasn’t a virgin. He’d had sex with several mares before, but he had never had a girlfriend. Mainly because he lacked proper equipment. Through a hazy vision, Lucky watched his cock, barely over half the length of the average stallion and with two-thirds of girth, his spear was certainly ‘lacking’. But that didn’t bother him all that much, he knew he’d find the perfect mare sooner or later, even if she wasn’t a pony, though it did leave him self-conscious about his attributes.

Zecora’s comment about his length being less than desirable after she defended him earlier, paired with that smirk and knowing look in her eyes left him with no doubt that she knew about his kinks. How she’d discovered them, he had no idea. “Gaaaaah!” He moaned loudly as another squeeze tormented his balls.

But right now, I don’t caaaaare! He chanted. The mare he loved was gently abusing his hurting orbs; the cum inside them being pressed and forced to sway from one side to another in order to find enough room to fit in. Looking at her eyes directly after cleaning the staining tears, he was able to find all he needed and more reflected in her eyes. He nearly came as his heart skipped a beat or five.

She didn’t only know, but was also actively prodding him, instigating him. “Zecora… are you… you do know what you’re doing, right?” He asked fearfully. There was no way Zecora was just playing a joke on him or leading him on, but he still needed to be sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“Your voice lacks a shameful ring. I hoped this would be the path of things,” she openly admitted, kissing his balls once each. “Long have I looked for a perfect partner for me to abuse; a stallion most willing for me to seduce. For many months I waited and careful research was procured; asking friends and other mares of your past the information was secured,” she kissed his balls again, making him moan and his cock tremble to release another warm glob of precum.

“Y-You planned this?” He asked, opting to enjoy the moment and listen to her story first, but already happy tears were falling down his cheeks.

She licked his left hanging fruit before answering. “A confession of the heart it is required, but this turn of events is not something inspired. I planned to wait for another month, to gather my courage and approach you with a proposal. To become an item, a couple, and be together-” she smiled warmly. “-for our motives align at our disposal.”

“Motives align?” He repeated. “Whatever do you mean? But yes! Yes! I accept, Zecora!” He cried happily, overjoyed to hear that the mare he had fallen in love with also saw him that way.

“Quite so, my most petite colt! Not many would be eager to-”

“Aaaaaawwwwaaaaa~”

“-have their balls under such a jolt?” She said with a giggle.

Lucky panted, his vision filled with dots of color after receiving a particularly hard squeeze from Zecora. “A-Are you sure?” He managed to ask. This was far too good to be completely true. “Do you really think I’m the stallion for you, Zecora? I’m, you know, rather small… I don’t think I could ever satisfy you that way.”

Zecora suddenly stopped and stepped back. Walking around him, she climbed on the couch and pressed a hoof against his lips. “The breeding act and to bear a foal, that is a desire that comes only at second choice. For I wish a colt to abuse: balls, cock, and body at the sound of my voice,” she leaned forward causing Lucky to shudder. “And I know you, Lucky Doo, seek that same abuse; it calls to your soul, to know your place beneath a mare’s noose.”

“Yes,” Lucky breathed out without hesitation. Probably without even thinking it. He then kissed and licked the underside of her hoof. “Yes,” he repeated, planting more sounding kisses and taking a hold of her hoof with his forelegs. He kissed, licked, and rubbed his face against it not with desperation or lust, but with gratitude and love. “I can finally feel your hooves,” he muttered before kissing it again, drawing his lips across its smooth surface.

Slowly, he pressed himself more against her to satisfy his desire to be near the zebra he loved, unafraid as she was now, officially, his girlfriend. Zecora obliged, pressing back and guiding him with her hoof the same way one would play with a pet wanting a treat. Lucky didn’t care or noticed how and where he was moving, all he cared about was satisfying his desire to show his affection.

“What a little obedient and needy stallion I have. I’m really grateful for all these unforeseen events, now we may indulge in what we crave,” Zecora said as she, too, moved slowly from her spot. “Such strong desire, what a marvelous drive; to see it on display, my burning desire I have for so long being deprived. Not a moment too soon, not a moment after, much joy shall follow us from hereafter.”

Lucky voiced his agreement in the form of incoherent mumbles and half-words as he continued to venerate the hooves of the mare that captivated his heart. Oh, how he wished that to be the truth; to be able to stay by her side and worship her as the stripped goddess that she was. To toil and suffer and enjoy being her plaything, to give her his body and soul for her to enjoy. What delightful moments could they forge? What tortures could she come up with and make his balls suffer. Would she strike him or deny him? Maybe both or another path?

So many questions, so many possibilities to properly visualize. But Lucky didn’t care much about what could happen, as long as she accepted him for who he was and the things that brought him joy: such as kissing hooves and sucking teats; he’d be happy.

“Such a dirty, foul thing,” she said before striking against his cock, slapping it across its head. “Just look at the corruption it promises to bring.”

“Uuunnnffffhhh----Zecora!” He moaned weakly, his cock moving from side to side from the strike he got. Then, without warning, she moved her hoof away and replaced it with the one that had hit him; its surface glistening with precum. He saw her guide her stained hoof to his mouth, and he accepted it with gusto. It wouldn’t be the first time he tasted his own juices, after all.

“So eager and devoted. I should’ve claimed you for myself far sooner,” she said, smiling salaciously with a mild blush painting her cheeks.

“T-That didn’t rhyme,” he got out before she pressed her hoof harder against his mouth.

“I know,” she replied. “Tell me now the truth of your desires, what is it that moves your inner fires?”

“I think you know that,” he countered as he now found himself laying on the ground, having no idea when or how he ended up in such a position. Putting such inconsequential thoughts aside, Lucky flopped onto his belly in order to crawl beneath her hooves. He kissed and licked her forehooves, he moved below, around, and behind her to do the same with each one of her four hooves. “But I like hooves,” he confessed through a dainty blush. “Mare’s hooves, to be exact. I like how they look, how they taste, and how they feel. And I like your hooves the most, Zecora.”

“Such a flatterer my coltfriend is. However I know there is more behind a simple kiss,” she said as she began to walk.

He squirmed and crawled below her, unwilling to part with her or her hooves. “Y-You’re right. Since we’re actually doing this, I might as well come completely clean, right?” Taking a big breath and a final couple licks and smooches to her hooves, he continued. “I know I’m not a big stallion, but I like to be q-questioned,” he gulped nervously, uttering the last word with a certain underlying emphasis. “And… and I like to have my balls touched. Fondled, kissed, licked… smacked, squeezed, kicked,” he moaned against her hoof.

“Ah, of that I know all too very well. And for that, your thirst I must quell,” she declared.

Lucky couldn’t see what she was doing, only noticed that they were now in front of the potion rack. “Flop over now, my other half. For there is something to be had,” she commanded and he obeyed. Immediately after shifting to lay on his back, he was happy with what he saw. Just a couple of inches away from his face he could see the pink pearl of her winking marehood and inwards towards her belly, her two teats: two beautiful mounds of flesh the color of her coat; one nipple white, the other black.

He could hear a cork being pulled followed by several long gulps ending with a crystal vial being put down. He heard her moan and see her body shudder. Lucky was about to ask if she was alright when he saw the effects happening before his eyes. Her two small teats began to grow and expand; fixated on the changes as he was, he burned the image into his brain of her teats gaining volume and her clit winking madly. Several drops of her lust fell across his face, catching with his mouth those that he could while letting the others cover him as he was too transfixed with the display above him

When it was all set and done, Zecora’s crotchboobs were the same size as that of a heavily pregnant mare. Much to Lucky’s joy, he saw a white, pearly liquid start to leak from the tips of her now swollen nipples. He opened his mouth widely as the tiny drops of milk fell, managing to catch most of them.

“Delicious~” he slurred as if drunk. Or perhaps he was drunk in lust and joy. As he tried to reach for one of her teats to suck, he was suddenly brought down and pressed against the wooden floor by the mare herself using her slightly larger body to her advantage. “OhmygoshOhmygoshOhmygoshOhmygoshOhmygosh!” He squealed happily. Her teats were pressed against his face; milk flowing in small trickles that ran across his face. Her warmth and weight making it difficult for him to breathe comfortably. His hindlegs rendered useless by her forelegs forcing him to spread them wide as she pressed them down against his thighs, pínning him to the ground completely.

He was at her mercy. And he couldn’t be happier!

Feeling greedy and filled with lust, he managed to move his head against her flesh; his tongue searching for his treasure; it so close to him he could smell it. Finally, after many seconds of frantic search, he stumbled upon it: a fleshy bulb with the taste of warm honey, protein-rich, filling milk. He formed a seal around her white nipple using his lips and began to hungrily suck at it, careful to not cause her harm and flick his tongue across her sensitive nub at all times.

“Mmmmhhmmmm~” moaned Zecora as she began to grind her body against her captured prey. “So bold and tenacious, an urge to fill your belly with my gift is true elation! Make sure to have as much as you want, for I, too, have something before me that causes great temptation,” she neared her hooves against his heavy sack, pressing them both.

“MmmmmFFF!” Lucky let out a guttural moan but didn’t stop sucking her teat. Mouthful after mouthful of her hearty milk flowing down his gullet and into his stomach while she began to experiment and abuse his oversensitive, helpless, vulnerable, semen-filled testicles. His cock didn’t hide its joy as it flopped back and forth, slapping against her necklace and staining it with ever-increasing spurts of precum.

“Look at this disgusting thing, moving around like a worm out of the dirt. Fitting, I suppose, it’s size is nearly the same when talking about a tiny squirt,” she said loudly and in a mocking, hurtful tone.

Lucky felt a rush of humiliation course through his body and he sucked harder against her tit, finding comfort in her flesh. Still, his cock twitched happily, spurting even more of its liquid around.

“What mare could be happy with this pathetic size? You’re lucky to not be married, else a mare would find naught but demise. I wonder if you can father a foal, I’m sure you cannot. A mare you bred will surely never take, cheating on you is the only way for her to be saved from such distraught. What do you say, you tiny dicked stallion with no ounce of luck. Now that we are paired, we will never lay: I’ll make sure to turn you into a cuck.”

“ZZZHHEGGOORRRAAAHH!” Lucky shouted, his throat filled with milk and lips blocked by warm skin. The cruelty behind her voice, the sincerity and disgust she showed when talking about his lacking stallionhood. How he would never have foals of his own, just, at best, raise the ones of worthier stallions made him cry with masochistic agony-filled pleasure. What mare would ever be happy with lackluster sex? He’d cheat on him were he a mare, too. “MmmmmMmMMMFFfffhh!” He moaned in pain when she slapped his cock away before spitting on it. Letting go of her nipple completely, he searched for the other and began to suck, seeking to find comfort; away from her hurting actions and words.

“It is a waste for you to have such marvelous orbs, enough to fill a keg. All filled with seed that will never find an egg,” she smacked his balls, pressing her hooves hard against them.

Lucky let out another shout of pain mixed with pleasure. The pain was already magnitudes higher than what he was used to receiving, but so was the pleasure rush he got. Sure, the process of drinking that potion was awful, but the results were now worth every second he had to endure. And the better part? It was Zecora who was doing it. “Gaaaahhh! Mmmmfff! Ghmmm! Fffffuuuugggg!” He screamed over and over again as Zecora continued to abuse his twin nuts, she was treating them as such, trying to break them and find the rich bounty inside.

Zecora couldn’t stop smiling as she smacked, pressed, hit, and slapped the heavy balls of her newfound lover. And heavy they were. Each teste had to weigh at least two pounds so big they were. They were so warm and hard, so sensitive she could see them tremble and squirm, the smooth skin contracting and relaxing with each strike. The screams, moans, and cries of her lover below reverberating throughout her body made her pussy a leaking mess.

This was exactly what she was looking for and what she desired the most. But it was yet not enough. With a final smack that made Lucky cry out the hardest and his cock to throb madly, she stood back up. She smiled wickedly when Lucky, refusing to let go, was sucking at her right teat; her entire mound inside his mouth. She put a hoof against his scrotum and pressed down, softly at first but quickly increasing the force behind her push. He was stubborn, she had to admit. But in the end, he gave out and his head hit the floor with a bang, though he gave it no mind.

She stared at him for several moments. His face was drenched with his saliva, tears, and lots of her milk. Swaying her hips, she found her teats were now almost completely empty; the evidence reflected in the small but noticeable bulge present in the stallion’s stomach. He was looking at her, silently pleading her to continue. She glared at him before spitting on his face and striking his balls with a strong kick.

“HOLYCELESTIAFUCK!” Lucky cursed at the top of his lungs, forehooves clamping against his nuts instantly.

“Don’t you dare to cover them! I wish to see you suffer, filthy scum!” Zecora ordered.

“A-As you wiiiissshhhhh~” Lucky acquiesced through streaming tears and a wide, pleasure-drunk smile; eyes looking at her as if she was his goddess. He moved his forehooves away and returned to his previous position; his nuts screaming agony, begging him to comfort them. Lucky paid them no mind and instead focused on enjoying the pleasure his beloved had so generously given him.

“Now stay put and don’t move a muscle. I have something for you, so you better not tussle.” With that said, Zecora moved to a chest on the other side of the room. She fumbled inside it for a few moments until she pulled out a series of rings identical to her necklace. Without any warning, she sat on his stomach the moment she came back.

“Ooof!” Lucky let out a huff of air, struggling to support her full weight on his stomach while she did something to his cock.

“Now, my freckled-ass tiny dicked stallion, I don’t want your nasty cock and balls flapping around. To cease that action, my spare rings I will attach on your poor excuse of a phallus, rendering you abound,” she declared without subtly. Using her enchanting magic, she opened the rings and clasped two around his balls and another one around the base of his dick. With another round of enchantments, the rings closed in upon themselves; tightening their grip around the meat they were forced to squeeze.

When it was over and Zecora stepped out of the view, Lucky could see his phallus standing proudly like a short flag; unmoving by the collar forcing it to stay that way. Equally so, his mango-sized nuts, previously allowed to be free, were now locked in place and unable to move. Escape was now impossible.

“What a delightful sight,” Zecora began, smiling sadistically, her eyes gleaming with a deep, dark perversion in mind. “I will enjoy making them burst tonight.”

“P-P-Please… me-mercyyyy,” he pleaded in between ragged pants of hot breath, though the enthusiasm and honesty were lacking. He knew exactly what she had in mind. He could see it in her eyes. The rational part of his brain was yelling at him to end this, that there was time to save himself from pain like no other he had felt to date. That tiny voice implored and begged him to shout ‘Stop!’ and end with this madness.

A voice that was squashed and ignored by the lusting beast forcing its way to the forefront of his mind. Why should he listen to something so insignificant when the mare he loved desired nothing more than to scramble his eggs?

Zecora gifted him the sweetest, most beautiful, loving, and tender smile she had ever given to anypony in her life. “I love you, Lucky Doo. My stallion, my precious coo.”

“And I loveEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIAAAAAA!” He screamed at the top of his lungs once more after receiving a powerful, child-erasing kick from his beloved zebra.

“If you cover yourself or squirm, I still stop in an instant. Never again shall we see each other eye to eye, we’ll be distant!” She threatened.

Any thought of covering himself vanished like smoke, his pain-fogged mind too preoccupied with just enduring with the mind-numbing pain to do anything as silly as running away or shy out like a coward. His salvation (and pleasure) rested on him remaining still and endure the onslaught.

“Shit! Cock! Fuck! Cunt! Whore! Bitch! Fuck! Fuck! FUUUCK!” He shouted with each strike to his nuts Zecora delivered without mercy. Kicking, smacking, slapping. Nothing was off-limits. And not just his balls, she also punished his cock with the same fury. Thanks to the rings it stood as rigid as granite, while his balls moved all the sloshing cum inside them with each torturous strike his mare delivered onto him.

At this point, the only thing Lucky could do was scream, cry, moan, and wait through deafening white-noise pain and ride out the storm.

“Your seed will never find itself inside my womb! I would never be so cruel to curse a foal to have a father such as you!” She bellowed, slapping his nuts as if they were bongos. “Not that you’ll tiny cock would ever reach past my wet folds; strong as I am, that worm you call a cock would never feel the embrace I hold!” With a wide grin plastered on her face, she smacked his chest with her forelegs while her right hindlegs pressed painfully hard against his balls, effectively using them as a stepping stone. “This is all your worth: to serve me as a ladder and nothing more! Face it, Lucky, you are nothing but a beta whore!”

“Yyyyeeeessshhhhh!” He moaned loudly, his throat hoarse from all the screaming and crying he’d done up to that point. His cock was throbbing madly; far thicker and bloated, ready to explode. His balls were in no better shape: they were bigger now and had taken a red coloration. “I’m a beta whore!” He cried.

“Whose beta whore?”

“Yours!”

“My name! Say it! Try once more!”

“ZECORAAAA!” He shouted her name to the heavens, for a moment out-howling the timberwolves.

Zecora lost her balance as she came, showering his entire lower body with her marecum. With the lubrication provided and a twirl of her hoof, the rings snapped open to release their prisoners.

“FFffffuuuuuccccckkk!” Lucky cursed, crying freely as it happened. His balls contracted and his cock began to gush waves of baby batter all over the floor. Zecora, still with shaky legs, grabbed a large empty cauldron nearby and placed it in between Lucky’s spread legs managing to catch most of his raining cum. It went on for nearly a minute until the pink stallion finally tapered off with a final spurt of white seed. His whole body was jerking violently, enraptured in the throngs of the biggest orgasm he had ever experienced in his life… so far, at least.

Waiting patiently for the stallion to recover some semblance of rationale, Zecora took the chance to inspect her boyfriend’s condition. Aside from the mess and his adorable, tear-stained face adorned with a wide smile that showcased how much he enjoyed his treatment, his dick was still semi-erect while his balls were visibly reduced in size, though she could almost see them tremble and shiver as they churned more cum inside.

The bountiful seed would prove useful to her uses, but the true prize she acquired had no comparison. Smiling at Lucky as he regained his senses, she said to him. “I see you are returning to the land of the living. Tell me, how are you feeling after being so giving?” She asked, eyes glancing at the small cauldron holding his sticky, pungent seed.

“Uhbuehhh,” he replied with unfocused eyes.

She giggled as she helped Lucky back on his legs. The process was slow and he was exhausted after the ordeal. Feeling mischievous, she tapped his balls and shuddered with delight when he squirmed; a weak, pained moan leaving his throat. “After such treatment, I’d be surprised if you were still virile. My money lies in you now being sterile.”

Lucky spurted another wad of cum after hearing her declaration; limiting himself to smile and nuzzle her lovingly. “I caaan’t… go home… feeerrr a week naaaoooo,” he slurred, his mind still foggy.

“My hut is your home, for you need rest after all that was sown. I never would dare to throw my stallion out on his own,” she returned the nuzzle and kissed his cheek before continuing. “Although… if you stay here for longer, I’m afraid your nuts won’t be safe from my conquer.”

“My… favorite color is shevheeeeen~” He chanted as his marefriend guided him to her bed. When they arrived, she tossed him on top of it and kissed his lips before climbing at his side. Snuggling him from behind (and making him the small spoon), she nuzzled his neck one more time before clapping her hooves.

The candles inside her hut went out at the same time. The two lovebirds spent several moments more awake, simply enjoying the presence of the other until, at last, darkness took them. The last thought that passed through their heads was of what the future would hold in store for them.

The End.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!