Author's Note

Inspired by pic #2328868 on Derpibooru, made by Screwingwithsfm

Source of the Green Balm

Humid heat under the canopy of The Everfree Forest always reminded Zecora of her homeland. Just like the Zebrican jungles, it was teeming with life. Hundreds of creatures kept an envious gaze of each other and of those who dared to invade the oppressive dark green lush of the forest - headstrong for an opening to attack, to feed, or to mate. She always sensed those numerous eyes on her during her expeditions to gather alchemy ingredients. Indeed she was a sight to behold as she strode confidently through the forest, knowing exactly what to do and where to go. And most importantly, where not to.

Her leafy skirt hugged her waist tightly, swinging playfully from side to side, her thin striped tail adorned within its cover. All dancing a mesmerizing dance in time with the movements of her powerful thighs and sizable derrière. A band of vines over her shoulders barely contained her heavy breasts that threatened to burst out of its hold.

Her muscles were flexing as the strong Zebra made her way to the clearing, albeit between thick trees and trunks. She carried a stout wooden staff in one hand with a heavy lead pommel painted with ocher. Her other hand held a stripe of a knapsack, some utensils clanking within it.

Suddenly, her nostrils flared with the scent she was looking for. Zecora lifted her upper lip and tasted the air for a few moments, her eyes scanning the undergrowth.

“Looks like it is here somewhere," she mumbled under her breath. The shaman took a few steps to the side and whiffed in the essence again, nodding. She took the pack off her shoulder and squatted down with her staff firmly in her grasp, showing the entire forest that she was not wearing any underwear.

Quickly rummaging through it, she pulled out a small vial materialized in clay and marked with a pink feather. Pulling off the cork, she downed the liquid in one go and put the vial back in the bag.

After a few moments, she felt a familiar and pleasant itch in her nethers, sighing calmly with satisfaction as her groin glowed with a pale green shimmer of Zebrican sorcery. Zecora stood up and stretched, running her hand through her low faded Mohawk and deliberately looked elsewhere, for morphing was not a pretty trial to witness. She felt her groin swelling, her clit becoming larger… much, much larger. And the feeling of extra weight added to her pelvis forced her to shift her legs apart slightly to accommodate it.

After the green glow faded and her body still of movement, she looked down to witness what alchemy has brought to her; a brand-new phallus hefty to the stallion ranks, low on its potential in a flaccid state. And hidden under its leathery sheath were two large heavy testicles.

The bushes rustled. Zecora turned at the noise and smiled when she saw a thick green tentacle slithering along the ground among the grass and undergrowth.

"Oh! you are so easily lured by my simple transformation,” the shaman chuckled. "Or is that not why you are coming with a high elation?"

She slid out of her skirt and pulled the vine covering off her chest. The bush from which the tentacle grew, blinked at her with a round, khaki-colored eye. Itself crawled closer to her, and stood upright to gently stroke the Zebra's thigh.

“Sure, my dear. Sure.” Zecora smiled, lowering herself to the ground. “Take your usual tour.” She used the closest mossy tree trunk to lean against, spreading her legs to reveal her splendors to the creature.

"I have what you desire, and you have what I require. Let us make the trade: your wealth of bits, for my body - high grade.” She winked.

The bush grew more bold. Its long green appendage glistened in the leaf shaded light, releasing its own lubricant and arousal thereof. Zecora couldn't keep the needy expression she had on her face as she recalled her previous experiences with the creature's natural aphrodisiac.

Its tentacle moved closer to her bottom, coming from the heel of her foot to her inner thighs. It wrapped itself around her balls and squeezed them slightly, covering them with slime.Then it gently traced its tip around the plump black ring of her anus, which she instinctively squeezed shut at the first moment. As a thin but plentiful trickle of warm and viscous transparent liquid spread over her trimmed hair, her muscles relaxed and her black ponut opened once more, pulsing as if inviting the tentacle. But the tentacle was not ready just yet to tackle straight on, as it wanted to feel her up just a little more.

Zecora breathed faster, her iris half-lidded after giving herself up to the sweet languor.
Her cock slowly filled with blood, crawling out of its hiding place by the pace of her heart. She caressed her sensitive shaft and let it smooth out in full erection, its greatest strength.

The bush stopped lubricating Zecora's butthole and paused. She froze in anticipation of what was to come. After a brief hesitation, the streamlined semicircular pommel slowly moved forward and parted the flesh of her sphincter, sinking inside.

The shaman let out a lustful grunt, biting her lip before being pressed harder against the trunk by the momentum of the bush. She rotated her pelvis, grinding against the source of her pleasure and enjoying the feel of its wet and warm appendage inside her.

Her cock swayed from side to side as the tentacle moved more aggressively. It was sinking deeper now, and it seemed to become even thicker than it had been moments ago. This forced her to draw her legs up to her stomach and open up to the monster even more, an opportunity it did not miss on its part alone.

“Aaahhhhhn, what a—” she tried to whisper softly before it sped up its thrust, “Ooooooh, yes! Just like that!”

An opaque drop of pre-cum oozed out the tip of her swinging phallus, the amount growing larger by the minute as it was flicked haphazardly to the grass floor. Her balls swelled and sank even lower. The tentacle rubbed against them, fondling while penetrating the zebra's ass, giving her yet another thrillful feeling.

Another tentacle emerged from the bush equipping a fleshy green cylinder with a tight, slightly protruding slit on its tip. Crawling up to Zecora who was already trembling with desire from the other, it slowly and confidently pushed itself on the tip of her penis, swallowing it with a wet mouth opening.

She groaned louder with her appendage hot and slippery inside. It swished her shaft around in its caress of a thousand tongues, methodically sucking her in. She raised her hands and gently stroked the sucking tentacle, covering her fingers with it’s slime. Then promptly applying it to her nipples, pinching and stroking them. And to this point, the aphrodisiac quickly sank in, making every touch agonizingly delightful.

The alchemist basked in the creature's embrace. She planted her hooves on the ground and swayed her hips rhythmically, attuning herself to the movements of the bush’s tentacles. She was giving herself to it with all the passion of a Southern Jungle native. Her body was like a taut string, played masterfully by a forest creature, who turned out to be a surprisingly skilled and attentive lover.

Zecora could not think clearly at this point, about her research or about the money. All she could think about was the delicious thick monster's appendage making love to her butt, and the velvety hot mouth sucking to her conjured cock, giving the most amazing and sweet blowjob in the world.

The shaman tried to restrain herself. She tried to summon all her self-control in order to enjoy this completely unnatural, and therefore so excitingly depraved coitus some more.But a growing pleasure in the pit of her stomach and her heavy scrotum was becoming harder and harder to ignore.

Unable to resist the pleasure any longer, Zecora growled. The tentacle in her anus changed its rhythm and fucked her ass with frequent short and strong blows. The lusty alchemist arched her back and twisted her nipples hard. Her balls tensed and her cock shot out a tight stream of semen.

The suckling appendage squelched greedily, devouring its favorite delicacy. It began massaging her plot device with strong undulating movements, drawing everything it could from her dark balls. When it had enough, the appendage retreated and the zebrican mare's member fell out of the wet captivity with a light pop.

The tentacle in her bottom also tensed, filling her guts with its own arousal before slowly retreating back to its owner. Zecora fell on her side, exhausted. The tentacles stroked her belly, sides, and thighs.

"Yes, I love you too." she smiled wearily, blowing the tentacles a kiss.The well-fed monster disappeared into the bushes again.

After lying down and recovering from the events that transpired that day, the shaman took the staff and carefully pulled up the bag, trying not to move her backside too much. She took out a flask of thick greenish ceramic and sat down carefully, holding it under her. A stream of greenish slime, driven by trained muscles, rushed into the canteen. Zecora raised the loot to her face and shook it, noting with satisfaction that the vessel was full.

“A fine helping, for sure. These days, it makes it such a chore.” She chuckled before putting the canteen back in the bag and laying down again, stretching out on the grass, her hands behind her head.

“Dilute it a bit, add a little something and it will be enough for a hundred forthcoming.” The alchemist mused aloud. She waited for her enchanted manhood to turn back to her usual genitals. Then she dressed up, picked up her bag and walked away from the clearing, forcing herself to not look back.