Author's Note

Previous chapter felt too serious, so I wanted to make this one a bit lighthearted and carefree.

(Mis)Adventures of the Scarlet Flask

A huge, muscular red stallion stood up from the floor, hammer in his hand. He admired his handywork, in the form of the brand new chest-of-drawers.

“For your outstanding skill, and for putting together these planks, you, Big Mac, have my genuine thanks!” commented Zecora, who stood slightly behind him, admiring both the new furniture and the stallion.

Big Mac wiped his forehead with his forearm and smiled sheepishly at her praise.
“So… I’ll be goin'. It’s gettin' late. I don't wanna go through the woods in the dark, even with mah here axe,” he said in his deep baritone, nodding at the massive log splitter, unassumingly standing in the corner of the room.
Only a giant like him would’ve been able to use it as one-handed waraxe.

Zecora took a satchel with bits from a nearby table and approached Big Mac.
“Our contract I intend to uphold. Please, accept this sum of gold.” she said, looking him in the eye, bewitching smile on her lips. Mac extended his hand, and she rested the satchel in his big palm, slightly brushing his fingers with hers.

“Still, you have worked hard for the whole day,” she continued, “want me to prepare you some hay?”

“Uhm… well—, ” Big Mac began to say, but his stomach betrayed him with a low grumble.

Zecora laughed, touching her lower lip with her index finger. “Your body knows what it needs best. I’ll go make something while you take some rest.”

She turned around and walked slowly to her dinner table, swishing her tail in a peculiar way. Big Mac took a few steps away, involuntarily focusing on her backside, clad in a tight leafy skirt. Preoccupied with the splendors of her rump, he clumsily bumped into a shelves full of alchemical ware. One of the flasks, with some light red liquid inside, dislodged from the shelf and dropped down, spilling its contents on him.

He tried to brush the substance off his shoulder, but it quickly absorbed into his fur.

“Miss Zecora!” he called, alarmed.

The shaman paused her chopping of vegetables and looked at him questioningly.

“The flask… Some flask, it's fallen and spilled on me.” he exclaimed.

Zecora dashed to him, in one swift, jump-like motion.
“Which one was it, that spilled the liquid?” she asked, her tone genuinely worried.

“Uh, this one.” he pointed to the floor. “The red one!”

Zecora picked up the vessel of thick glass between her two fingers, sighed with relief, and returned it to the shelves.
“Harmful it is not. Although you can find it disturbing, some would say it’s effects are simply amusing.” she said with an odd connotation in her voice.

“What effects?” Big Mac asked restlessly.

Instead of an answer Zecora lowered her eyes and looked at his crotch. Mac emitted a low pained grunt.
With a distinct sound of a fabric being torn apart and a button being catapulted away, his jeans had fallen to the ground. Both the stallion and the zebra mare were now staring at his dick, deployed into full battle mode, sticking through his ruined boxers.

“Wha— Wha—? What’s goin' on, Miss Zecora?”
It was Zecora’s turn to smile sheepishly.

“Oh, my Celestia! I can't go back like this!” Big Mac exclaimed, panicking, “What would Granny say?! What if mah sisters will see me like that?!”

“Miss Zecora, gimme some water, please.” He looked around, turned his body slightly and knocked over a chair with his erection.

Zecora, looking amused, took one of buckets from near her big black cauldron and gave it to him. Mac grabbed it and poured it all over his crotch. He waited for a few moments, standing in a puddle. Then looked at her in dismay.

“It doesn’t go away…”

“It will not, unless we bring it to naught.”

“What needs to be done?” asked Mac with a faint hope.

The shaman looked him in the eye, her own eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I will help you with that. A lot. You should not stop me, however, no matter what!”

“I p-p-promise.” babbled Mac.

“Then, if you please, I'll bring you some sweet release.”

Zecora crouched in front of him and his high-caliber pleasure cannon, now aimed right at her face.
Big Macintosh wasn’t called ‘Big’ for nothing!
The zebra ran her hand over his length, admiring it. Mac groaned. But being a stallion of his word, he didn’t say anything. Zecora clasped her fingers around his dick and began to stroke it slowly, her other hand fondling his heavy balls. She leaned, and kissed his wide cockhead.

Big Mac bunched his fists and gritted his teeth, a low growl escaping his throat. Zecora licked her lips and smiled. She opened her mouth wide and, not without a difficulty, took his stallionhood’s tip in, sucking on it, helping herself with her tongue. Her hand kept caressing his penis in slow steady strokes.

The stallion groaned again and tensed. Zecora stopped playing with his nutsack for a moment to grab the empty bucket lying nearby and positioned it in front of her. She took Mac’s cock out of her mouth and aimed it into the bucket. Her right hand began to work his meat faster, while the left one gave his balls a gentle but firm squeeze.

“Oh, Celestia gracious!” exhaled huge stallion as he came. Powerful stream of seed impacted the bucket’s bottom, filling it half-full right away. Zecora raised her eyes to look at Big Mac’s face, his half-flaccid cock still in her hand.

“Twas a hefty filling! How are you feeling?”

“Well… I dunno. Seems like…” Mac trailed away and groaned again. He looked at his nethers with disbelief. As if being fed from an auto-loader, his huge dick reloaded itself in a minimal time and was fully erect, battle-ready once again.
“... It didn’t work.” he whined in a low tone, his voice filled with horror.

“Looks like my estimates were false,” the shaman mused out loud, “we should try something else.”

Zecora got up, approached her alchemical table, took a phial, then returned to the stallion and knelt again. She took off her vine bra, unleashing her full, supple breasts. Big Mac, modest at heart, wanted to avert his gaze but couldn’t — her breasts’ gravitational pull was too strong.

Zecora uncorked the phial and poured some clear viscous liquid onto her chest. She then proceeded to spread it over her striped coat of fur, cupping and caressing her tits with her hands. Her dark nipples perked up, hardening from excitement. Mac watched her ministrations intently, his lower jaw slightly unhinged.

The naughty shaman leaned towards him, took his cock again and nested it in her lubricated cleavage. She squeezed her tits, entrapping his huge member and began to work it up and down, kissing the cockhead every time it appeared near her face.

“Oh, buckin' buck.” Mac groaned. Unable to restrain himself, he reached and grabbed Zecora by the shoulders. “I’m so terribly sorry, Miss Zecora!”

“No, it’s all right. I should have had more foresight.” Zecora answered, smiling. Contrary to her apologetic tone, her facial expression indicated that she enjoyed the whole situation quite a bit in fact.

After a minute or so, Big Mac let out a gurgling sound and his body tensed once again. He grasped mare’s shoulders, pulling her closer, yearning to press his dick against her chest as hard as he could. His cockhead flared up, discharging. The stream of cum, no less powerful than the first time, showered the zebra. It covered her tits, sploshed against her face, dripping from her muzzle.

The stallion recoiled, letting go of her. His dick plopped out from between her melons, still leaking a bit of residual semen.
“Oh, goodness, I apologize!” He exclaimed, “Good thing, it ain't no winter right now.”

Zecora wiped his cum from her face with her palm and smirked. Moving deliberately slow, she licked her fingers clean with her wide, flat tongue.
“You’re an outstanding stud, having created such a flood,” she remarked, smacking her lips together, tasting his seed.

Big Mac simply stood silent and motionless, dumbfounded by everything, that was happening. The shaman raised to her hooves, having not said anything more as well.

Meanwhile, among the reigning silence, Mac’s main battle cannon once again twitched and hardened, bumping into Zecora’s thigh.

The huge earth pony looked like he was on the verge of tears. The alchemist glared at his penis, cocking her head to the side. She looked at it from different angles, rubbed her chin, then slapped herself on the rump and beamed. Full of determination, she grabbed him by the dick and dragged unfortunate stud further into her habitat. Having approached her bed, Zecora let go off Mac and untied her leafy skirt. It slipped around her powerful toned legs and dropped to the floor. As always, Zecora wasn’t wearing any lingerie. She stepped out of the circle of fallen clothing and stood before Big Mac completely naked.

Even being drunk with alchemically induced desire, Mac didn’t let his self-restraint to go completely silent. He grabbed a fistful of his own mane and yanked it hard.
“Miss Zecora, no! One thing is to— to— you know… But this here's a different matter altogether!” He blurted out with desperation.

“I thought, you agreed to stop me not?” Zecora raised her eyebrow.

“No, please, listen!” he pleaded. “I promised not to stop you, it’s true, but… but we’re not married. Not engaged even!”

Zecora looked at him, puzzled at first, then astonished.
Big Mac interpreted her expression in his own way.

“Oh, I’m sorry! It’s not that I wouldn’t marry you… erm… I mean, it’s not that I wouldn’t propose… Oh, horseapples! I mean, you're a beautiful mare and all, I didn’t mean it as…”
Being a stallion of few words, preferring deeds over talks, he evidently struggled to make his point.

Zecora raised her hand and pressed her index finger against his lips, silencing Big Mac.
She smiled at him with a warm, genuine smile, trying to alleviate his concerns, and then graciously bent over and crawled onto the bed, sticking her voluminous rump up in the air. She moved her tail aside, presenting herself to him, winking involuntarily.

Mac approached her, after a short moment of hesitation. Slowly he put his hands onto her flanks. He was almost ready to shove himself inside when Zecora extended her hand between her thighs and grabbed his penis firmly, stopping the stallion on his tracks.
“Please, hold a bit your formidable pole,” Zecora said, her voice husky and hoarse, “because I want you to take me in the other hole.”

Half of her decision was based on the fact that her pussy, even though it was trained extensively by some of the inhabitants of Everfree, couldn’t have accommodated Mac’s daunting weapon further than half a way to his medial ring. Which wouldn’t be super effective. At the same time, using her ass, she could take in almost all his length .

The other half of the truth was that she simply loved some good anal fun.

Zecora re-aimed the stallions dick and pressed it against her large inviting ponut.
“But, Miss Zecora, it’s… it’s dirty.” whispered the shocked farm stallion.

“Not at all. I am clean back there and overall,” she retorted with a smirk and wobbled a bit, bumping his cock with her rear.

“Damn it all to Tartarus!” Mac cussed. He desperately wanted to get home, and, thanks to the strange potion, desperately desired the gorgeous shaman as well.

He seized Zecora’s wide hips, pulling her closer; plump ring of her sphincter parting under the onslaught of his cock. The zebra uttered a loud lusty moan, as her tailhole devoured his dick almost whole. Mac firmly secured the mare in place with his powerful hands and began to pound her in deep rhythmical strokes as muffled sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room.

Zecora squeezed her hardened nipples, pinching and twisting them, reveling in the sweet sensation of being fucked. Less than a minute in, she came. She liked it up the butt so much, she didn’t even need to touch her clit to help herself to get off. Her lonely unused pussy contracted, pushing out a bit of thick yellowy liquid. Colloquially known as the ‘squash soup’, an unmistakable sign of mare’s satisfaction.

Big Mac showed no signs of peaking anytime soon, this being his third copulation in half an hour. Although he grew more restless, his movements became more frequent and fast. He huffed loudly, just like an excited stallion should. Zecora’s desire began to raise once again. She moaned in pleasure, swaying back and forth, in antiphase with his strokes, meeting his crotch with her rump full force.

He leaned on her back, pinning her down with all his mass.
Zecora lowered her shoulders, pressing them against the bed to compensate the power of Mac’s thrusts. Savoring the sensation of his shaft rubbing against her anal ring in a pulverizingly fast tempo she bit into the nearby pillow, growling in ecstasy. The next couple of minutes were full of energetic railing.

“I can’t… hold it… anymore!” Big Mac bellowed. He snorted, then roared savagely. He embraced her hips in a bear hug, impaling the alchemist to the hilt and unloaded all he still had in his balls into her colon. Zecora grunted and once again gushed onto her sheets, gritting her teeth so hard the pillowcase ruptured.

For a few moments, both fuckmates were still, catching their breath. Then Zecora bucked with her backside, knocking the stallion from her back. He fell on the bedsheets and didn’t move further; just laid on his side inhaling and exhaling. His facial expression was part miserable part happy.

Zecora sat on the edge of her bad, admiring him with an affectionate gaze. She patted and slowly caressed his shoulder, to calm down and reassure the big stud. Big Mac responded with a tentative smile of his own. His cock, now flaccid and content, slowly retreated back into it’s sheath.

The zebra mare snorted with a sense of thorough satisfaction and stood up. A trickle of semen appeared on her inner thigh, running from her asshole. But it closed itself right away, reluctant to let go of the creamy meal it just received.
“Goodness, I’m famished like an artel of draught mules,” Big Mac whispered.
“Of course you would, my dear stud,” Zecora laughed.

She walked to the dinner table, not bothering with dressing herself. Ignoring the haybasket, she scooped a few mugs of whole oats from a large sack under the table and poured it out into a bowl. She added a bit of seed cakes and doused it all with a hearty amount of milk.

Mac flared his nostrils and slowly got up from Zecora’s bed. He approached the table with an unsteady gait, slumped onto the wooden stool and dug into the meal, having simply stuck his muzzle into the bowl, ignoring the tablespoon. Zecora sat in front of him, propped her chin with her hand and looked at Mac wordlessly.

While he was eating, the sun almost hit the horizon. Big Mac licked the bowl clean and stood from the table.
“Miss Zecora, thank you and… I’m very sorry. It’s my fault for knockin' the things.”
He picked up his jeans, put them on and wielded them together with a twine he took from his carpenter’s chest.
“I’ll be goin'. Sisters and Granny would worry for me.”

As much as she would prefer him to stay, the shaman couldn’t object against his reasoning. She nodded.
Big Mac took his log splitter and tool box. He hesitated for a moment, looking at the still nude Zecora, sitting by the table.
"Uh... And please, don't tell anyone about... well... what's happened. I'm beggin' you!" he appealed to her, distress evident in his tone.

Zecora laughed.
"Be free of despair, I won't disclose our little affair!"
Mac bowed his head to her and exited the alchemist’s shack.
Wistfully, Zecora scooped a handful of oats and chewed it down. She got up, took a couple of glass jars from another shelf and put them on the floor. She then picked up the bucket of cum and fiddled with it in her hand, wondering…