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.
Author's Note
You guys remember Whoa Nelly, right?
Power of the Purple Brew
Ponyville marketplace was bustling with activity. Ponies were coming and going, carrying goods, chatting, haggling. Although it was only a midday, Zecora had already made a quite decent amount of bits, selling her products.
She leaned onto the dark wooden counter of her alchemy stand, her chin cupped in her hands as she looked around to distract herself, tired a bit from all the commercial activity.
To the right she could see stocky and muscular Applejack, wearing her usual stetson, overalls and sleeveless shirt. She was chatting happily with a male customer, completely oblivious of his longing gaze.
Zecora smiled and looked to the left, at the carrot stand. It’s owner, Carrot Top, chose a light unassuming summer dress. It, by contrast, accentuated her earth pony musculature even more. She had been absentmindedly adjusting the thick bush of her fiery orange mane. Unlike Applejack, she seemed to be completely aware about the effect she had on stallions passing by.
The zebra was about to continue to scan her surroundings, when she noticed a person approaching. Zecora looked at the potential customer and her ears stood at attention. Walking to her stand was a large earth pony mare.
It was worth noting, there was normally no such thing like a scrawny, feeble or petite earth pony mare. So when talking about a ‘large’ earth pony one should expect someone truly formidable.
And indeed she was.
Baggy gray trousers couldn’t downplay the monumental quality of her wide hips. Her unsightly light blue shirt didn’t do a very good job at hiding the hints at the grandness of her breasts.
Zecora, herself being a quite well-endowed mare, in the same league with Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie and Mrs. Cake, let out a soft whistle full of amazement.
The earth pony’s coat was minty-green. Her trimmed mane’s color akin to that of a fresh grass. Her muzzle was a bit shorter and rounder than average. She came close to the alchemy kiosk and stood still; her ears dropped to the sides of her head. Her locked hands fidgeting uneasily.
Zecora noticed that newcomer’s arms, albeit thick and robust were a tad flabby, and the shirt betrayed her sizable belly.
The alchemist did her best to hide a knowing smirk. Apparently, the mare was a big city dweller.
Zecora stood straight and smiled. “Greetings, my dear! No need to fear.”
“Oh, yes, hello!” answered the mare in a quiet, yet powerful, low tone.
"Something you require?" the zebra mare continued. "What is it you desire?"
“Well, my cousin from Ponyville wrote me a lot about you, Miss Zecora!”
The shaman smiled but, before she could respond, the mare babbled on. “Like, how you are selling those wonderful creams and ointments, and beauty products... And how they are enhanced by an unbelievable exotic sorcery, and stuff...”
“Oh, that would be a mild exaggeration.” Zecora giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. Noting her customer’s confused look, she hurriedly added, “But the art of my people sure has a robust practical foundation!”
“Um... That means...?” the mare mumbled in a very Fluttershy-like manner.
“That you are not wrong," Zecora smiled, "the alchemy is rather strong.”
The mare nodded. “Right. So, I came here all the way from Canterlot... I want to ask you...”
She fell silent for a moment and then blurted out, “Canyoumakemebeautiful?”
Zecora cocked her head to the side and sized the mare up. That was an extremely tricky request.
In Zecora’s opinion, the mare wasn’t ugly. She wasn’t disproportional, nor was she deformed. Her body certainly didn’t bear any signs of disfiguring injuries. Although large, even for an earth pony, her size wasn’t unbecoming. Zecora pursed her lips in thought. If this mare would’ve payed slightly more attention to her fitness, she could’ve been considered handsome, in exotic way. But, her plea was so full of bitterness, it betrayed something deep and disturbing in Zecora's opinion.
“Before I reply, I would need you to specify,” Zecora answered, rubbing her chin.
The gargantuan mare took a deep breath, then leaned forward, closer to alchemist’s face.
“Well, Miss Zecora- Oh, by the way my name’s Whoa Nelly. Sorry, I should’ve introduced myself right away...” she whispered in a fast pace. “The thing is, I was always kinda ugly. Couldn’t get it on with a colt ever since before high school. They’re ignoring me, obviously, and I just cannot bring myself to strike up a conversation first.
“I become too anxious, too afraid a colt would just laugh at me, or just will walk away disgusted. I never go to the parties, because I’m afraid other mares would laugh at me behind my back.” she winced. “I’ve tried... Tried things... I’ve tried to dress differently. Went to that fancy boutique in Canterlot... But then I saw myself in a mirror. Saw how grotesque I’m looking in all this lace and frill and unicorn stuff..."
She stomped in irritation "That dress! I looked like a Sun Cathedral’s bell!" Then, embarrassed by her sudden outburst, she lowered her voice, “I- I ran away.”
She paused and looked straight at the zebra, despair in her eyes. “Please, Miss Zecora. I’m so tired of all this!”
Zecora rustled her striped mohawk. For an experienced spiritualist like her, the picture was clear.
“I now know, I think, what remedy I should bring. However, it wouldn’t be an ordinary endeavor.”
Whoa Nelly brightened up, her smile beaming. “I understand. I have money...”
Zecora shook her head. “Listen, what I have to say: wait till I close my shop for a day. One bit or a pile - such talk is futile. The key to your trial isn’t a simple phial.”
It was around four o'clock when Zecora collected leftover goods that weren’t sold into her rucksack. The business day was still in a full swing, but the shaman preferred to return to her hut in the Everfree before the dark.
She looked around for her troubled earth pony customer. Nelly, who was pacing around the big solar clock in the centre of market square, noticed zebra’s investigating gaze and approached her with a hopeful expression.
“We need to go to my forest home,” Zecora said as she stepped closer to Nelly. “Stay close to me and try not to roam. Even Everfree’s marges harbor many dangers.”
“Yes, sure, Miss Zecora. I haven’t imagined an alchemist’s habitat to be any safer,” other mare nodded enthusiastically.
And so they headed for the forest.
The shaman’s hut was a dozen of miles distant from the town’s outskirts. Eventually Whoa Nelly began to huff, but didn’t complain and kept walking defiantly after Zecora.
When they approached the dark green ramparts of the Everfree, the earth pony stopped for a moment. She gulped quietly and picked up a large sturdy stick from the ground. Then took a deep breath and strode forward, makeshift weapon brandished. Zecora smiled approvingly, without turning her head.
After a careful walk through the forest, they both entered the shaman's shack, located inside a huge tree, not unlike the Golden Oaks library. Zecora closed the front door after Nelly came in. The zebra took off her rucksack and motioned her companion to stay still. After that, she approached her big black cauldron, filled it from a buckets on the floor and started the fire.
When the water began to simmer, Zecora took a glass flask of an ominous-looking liquid from a table nearby and poured some into the cauldron. The brew became acidic purple. Nelly watched as the zebra added some long and thick mushroom, with a blunt narrow cap, then some dried vines and a scoop of some greenish goo.
The alchemist turned her back to the cauldron, making an effort not to look at the brew, which she continued to stir nevertheless. She nodded at Nelly.
““What is it?” the earth pony asked, uneasiness in her voice.
“It is the remedy you wanted to be ready. But to take a peep, first you must strip.”
“Um... I’m sorry?” Nelly’s eyes expanded in shock.
“You think I just want to trick you into being nude? No, to complete the ritual you must be in your birthday suit!”
Whoa Nelly tentatively grabbed the hem of her shirt and stalled for a moment, looking at Zecora.
“Why, don’t be so shy. Both you and I are mares! Or that is exactly because of your hidden desires?” Zecora teased her and giggled. “Sorry, tis just a jest.”
“Unless...” she added after a short pause and winked at the buxom mare, a sly smile on her lips.
Nelly didn’t answer. She grabbed at her shirt again, pulled it off and tossed onto the floor. Then unstrapped her plain cream-coloured bra.
Two huge breasts burst free from their containment. Evidently heavy, they where nicely shaped and firm. Both decorated with large nipples, surrounded by the fist-sized areolas. While not exactly an Alicorn grade amazing-chest-ahead, the rotund mare’s melons were lacking only a little in comparison.
Her tits sagged down a bit, swinging slightly like a pair of delicious exotic fruits, when the earth pony bent down to take off her gray pants. She tossed the pants on the pile of other clothes, only to bend again, taking down her Prench cut panties, color matched with the bra.
Nelly stood up straight. Now completely nude, her frame broad and sturdy; her oat belly wasn’t yet too prominent to disrupt the impression of an aesthetical bountifulness. Overall, her form could’ve been described as pleasantly plush; earth pony power hidden under the layer of fat. Without the clothes, her hips looked even more grand, provoking thoughts about fertility and breeding. The dark puffy lips of her pussy, nested under the chubby mons pubis, looked modest but inviting. Her vast, extensive derriere, barely covered by her short tail, complemented the splendor of her chest.
Zecora, who appreciated natural sexuality regardless of who radiated it, slowly licked her upper lip before beckoning Nelly to approach.
“Look carefully into the brew,” the alchemist said, keeping her gaze away from the cauldron as much as she could.
With trembling hesitation, Nelly approached the alchemical apparatus. She looked fearfully at Zecora and the zebra nodded firmly.
The large earth pony put her one hand on the table, full of ingredients. Leaned closer, over it, peeked into the cauldron. As soon as she looked into the shrilly violet swirl, her eyes dilated and she froze in place, her lips parted in surprised expression.
Zecora put the ladle aside and, hiding behind Nelly, gently squeezed the other mare’s shoulders.
“Look carefully into the brew,” she repeated. “For the key to your beauty lies inside of you.”
Whoa Nelly found herself naked, standing amidst the surreal, inconceivable landscape. Surrounded by a lilac mist, there were strange looking pink heaps of... of something. She squinted her eyes at it, puzzled. It looked fleshy, slimy, constantly moving. Emitting weird wet sounds.
She took a few tentative steps, unsure what to do or what was going on. Her wide hooves sunk slightly into the pink and fleshy terrain with a faint squelchy sound.
That was when ominous slitted eyes materialized around her. All of sudden, without a noise, without any indication of some spell in action.
She let out a desperate cry and bolted away. But, the more she tried to run, the more she realized she just remained in the same place. The eyes floated around, silently ogling her.
She stopped, taking deep breaths. Stared back, for some reason expecting to hear a vile, mocking laughter. Only silence greeted her. Biting her lips, she tried to cover her naked body, putting an arm over her tits and a palm over her groin. The staring eyes remained silent. But something changed in them. The eyes’ expression became different. Whoa Nelly peered intently into those inequine oculi and, to her surprise, she thought she noticed hints of... regret?
Not knowing what to make out of this, she tried to shrug and shifted her arm slightly, giving a peek at her nipples. Regret in the gaze of the silent observers changed to a tentative hope. It was so honest and innocent, that Nelly giggled involuntarily.
Like a bunch of colts peeking into the fillies’ changing room! she thought, bemused. Silly monsters! Who ever would have wanted to peek on me!
But that gave her a wild idea.
An idea, that left her flabbergasted.
An idea, that felt irresistibly tempting.
She parted her arms, revealing herself to the unknown creatures once again. To her amazement, the eyes looked at her with appreciation, admiration even.
That was completely new to her. It was always other fillies who made colts turn their heads! Silent complements evoked an unusual, thrilling feeling inside her.
Unsure of what to do next, Nelly smiled tentatively. She suddenly didn’t want to run away anymore. She wanted to impress! Nelly pivoted on the spot, raising her hands and making her tail to lash at her hips. Just like she saw a dancer do somewhere, long ago.
The eyes radiated with glee. Nelly struck a defiant pose, resting one hand on her hip. She began to enjoy this impromptu show. Her show.
Without warning, a multitude of thick tentacle-like appendages appeared from within the surrounding mist.
Nelly yelped in surprise and almost jumped. The tentacles came to stop, the eyes all around Nelly looking at her carefully, as if they were sorry for scaring her. Nelly waited a few seconds, then relaxed again.
Another stray thought made her face flush with embarrassment. Feeling extremely naughty doing so, the mare held out her hand and beckoned the creatures with her index finger.
The tentacles, glad to obey, surrounded her. Nelly watched them with bewilderment. Then they began to feel her up. Some tentacles caressed her legs and thighs, leaving slimy trails on her green coat. Others stroked her shoulders and her back, while even more of them massaged her sizable buttocks.
Wary at first, Nelly quickly found their warm, slippery embraces to be... actually quite nice. She was surprised how everything about it felt strangely right, natural enough to accept without giving a second thought. Fascinated, the mare let the appendages roam freely over her body.
She completely relaxed, basking in their attention. Languished a bit, she made a motion to lie back and the thick, fleshy vines caught her up, supporting her weight effortlessly.
Two of them wormed all the way up her belly and cupped her giant breasts, lifting and gently squeezing them. The tips of the tentacles, containing fleshy suction cups, poked at her nipples, then enveloped them whole and began suckling, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
Nelly leaned back, giving herself up to their loving ministrations. She spread her legs slightly more, and the tentacles immediately slid between her voluminous hips. They grabbed her tail and moved it aside.
The mare felt a tiny outburst of fear. Being a virgin, this would be her first ever experience with penetrative action. She held her breath, but an appendage simply begin to massage her vulva, not trying anything else.
Used only to 'magic wands', Nelly quickly found that she would’ve definitely preferred it this way instead. With a warm, flexible thing endowed with a mind of it's own.
She parted her thighs even more, delighted and aroused. Her pussy began to wink at the naughty monsters. The tentacle’s sucker caught her clitoris right away and attached itself to it, sucking and tugging lightly. Nelly yelped and brought her legs together from a sudden powerful stimulation. The creature understood it's mistake and came almost to a halt. After Nelly relaxed again, it resumed it's manipulations with her clit, now twice as gentle than before. Meanwhile, another tentacle began to fiddle with the puffed up ring of her ponut.
Nelly gasped, basking in the sensation of her every sensitive spot being pleased, teased and attended to. She became so wet, her juices were literally flowing in a steady stream between her thighs and down her asscheeks. After a few more moments she came, shuddering and groaning.
Giving her time to come to her senses, the tendrils resumed their dance over her body. In a few more minutes, the ceaseless petting brought her to orgasm once again. And then again. And again.
Lost in the erotic euphoria, Nelly began to swing back and forth, towards the tendrils teasing her pussy and ass. Despite the ecstasy she felt, some other, more powerful, craving began to raise from the depth of her self.
“That’s not enough” she whispered, and shuddered once again as another orgasm shook her body.
“I want- I want more!” She turned her head, looking in the eyes floating around. Their puzzled looks were her answer.
“I want more!” she repeated louder, her tone became imperious. “More!”
The eyes around her feigned ignorance.
Nelly growled. For a moment, she collected her resolve and, then blurted, “Fuck me! Fuck me, you, beast! I want you! I want you inside of me!”
As if by her command, something began to rise from the heaving pink ground. Nelly looked at the growing thing and, much to her surprise, recognized it.
It was a gigantic stallion cock! It grew and grew, until it stood taller than Nelly herself and was just as wide as her own body, glistening all over with natural lubrication. Completely autonomous, from the look of things.
The mare licked her lips. She jerked forward, toward the cock and the tentacles immediately set her on her feet then left her standing. Nelly approached the grand phallus and stroked it with her palm, examining it, her face full of wonder.
Filled with desire and curiosity she grappled the rim of it’s cockhead with both hands. Her muscles tensed and, to her own surprise, she easily hopped on top of it in one swift motion.
Nelly paused for a second, bewildered by her own sudden gymnastic prowess. But soon the huge dick grabbed her attention back, like if calling her. She settled atop the cockhead as if it was the Sun Throne itself, looking around like a boss.
Then, not fully understanding what she’s doing, the mare spread her legs and pushed herself down.
Disregarding that the thing was bigger than her whole body she began to rub her pussy against it, trying to get the enormous column of flesh in. Breaking every known law of nature and magic, she managed to do it.
Neither she became larger nor the dick became smaller, but somehow the huge, flat head vanished inside. Her vagina opened like a maw, devouring it.
There was no pain, only the feeling of fullness. So complete, so delightful... it bewitched her.
Caring about only one thing by now, Nelly braced her body and made herself jump. Using the momentum, she began to bounce up and down, ecstatic and carefree. The pleasant pressure down in her nethers grew stronger and stronger.
Finally, the bubble of sexual tension burst into a whole firework of ecstasy. She came hard and so did the cock. Nelly rolled backward and slipped down, displaced by the sheer power of eldritch sexual abomination's orgasm and a torrent of sticky white seed that showered the surroundings.
The floating eyes squinted in a peculiar manner, somehow forming a sweet and amiable expression. A faint illusion of fluttering butterfly-like hearts appeared around them. Nelly, standing on the ground, could not help but smile.
Now, that her inhibitions had dropped like severed chains, she wanted to play more and more.
She stroked sides of the huge pillar of pleasure with her hands and it somehow lowered it's tip to her face. Nelly planted a kiss on it's huge flared head and gave it a thorough licking, exploring every inch with her tongue. She hugged the monstrous device and began to grind her body against it, loving the sensation of the phallus' warm flesh against her hardened nipples. It reciprocated, leaning on her, pulsing with excitement.
She noticed the other tentacles are still around, wiggling suggestively as if offering their services. Nelly lifted her tail higher and moved it aside. The wiggling intensified.
Laughing with mirth, Nelly slapped her voluptuous ass, indicating her willingness, as if her winking pussy wasn't an enough confirmation by itself. One of the tentacles immediately plunged into her drooling vagina. Seeing her arousal and excitement, it knew she doesn't need much of a foreplay by this point. The buxom earth pony moaned in pleasure. Then she felt another tentacle gently massaging her anus. It probed her puffy ring a few times and paused, as if asking her permission.
Nelly frowned. Wasn't that something only 'bad' mares in erotic magazines do? But then again, 'good' mares have never been taming any huge magical penises either. She smirked at this thought. Right now, she was a delightfully 'bad' mare. The baddest of them all!
Beaming with mischief, Nelly slightly relaxed her muscles and slapped her ass once again. The tentacle dived into her, so slick with lube it didn't meet any resistance.
Now being taken in both holes, she experienced a completely new height of carnal sophistication. She groaned in ecstasy, swaying her hips. More tentacles grabbed her sides and pulled her back, helping the other two that were hammering into her, filling the air with naughty wet sounds.
Drunk with pleasure, Nelly once again kissed the gargantuan cock she was embracing. She kissed it's wide urethral opening and teased it a little with her tongue. The cock nuzzled her back with affection. Seeing that the monster liked it, she began to tongue it deliberately.
The huge monster tensed up.
Answering her own sudden whim, Nelly opened her mouth wide and enclosed the entirety of it's cockhole with her lips. The eruption that ensued a moment after caught her by surprise. A powerful stream of seed covered her all over, unable to be contained by her mouth alone. Yet, the good portion of it she swallowed, marveling at the surprisingly pleasant taste.
That, and the two tentacles pounding her pussy and ass, sent her over the edge. Nelly came, her love muscles gripped the invading appendages, making them fill her with their own cum. She let out a loud, savage squeal, followed by a neigh, like some prehistoric stone age mare...
Whoa Nelly came to her senses and found herself lying on the bed, naked, covered by a thin blanket. Faint moonlight and voices of nocturnal birds were filling the room.
She turned her head and saw Zecora, also naked, laying on her back, hands under her head.
The Zebra smiled and turned to Nelly. “Welcome back, to my bed. I see, you needed a release rather bad.”
The earth pony's expression became puzzled for a moment. Then she gasped and grabbed the blanket jammed between her thighs. It was soaking wet down there.
“I’m sorry,” Nelly answered, flustered.
“It’s okay, there was no other way. After that dive into the well of passion, 'have you learned something?' would be my next question.”
”I think...” Nelly began and paused.
She remembered her experience...
A literal horde of phaluses, warm and pleasant to touch, that swarmed her. Caressing, stroking, suckling. Entering her pussy, stretching her asshole. Their heavy, irresistible fragrance. The rich and slightly sweet taste of their cum.
Remembered the amazing aura of raw, unruly power they radiated mixed with obedience and eagerness to please her. The admiration and adoration, reverence even, she felt from them.
And, of course, her own wild pleasure.
It may have been an illusion, but now she felt an overwhelming urge to make it reality.
A vestige of her old fears tried to rise from the bottom of her mind, but its vile buzzing was so weak, she shrugged it off almost immediately.
“I think I have, yes. A lot.” she answered again, with firm resolve. “Thank you very much, miss Zecora!”
Instead of answering, Zecora put her hand onto the other mare’s shoulder, then moved it lower, until it rested atop Nelly's left breast; a black nail tracing a quickly hardening nipple.
Without a second thought, hungry for intimacy more than ever, Nelly lunged at Zecora. Both mares joined in embrace, kissing passionately.
“Hey, hey, who’s that?” a young handsome unicorn stallion whispered to his pegasus friend. Both of whom were dressed in a typical Canterlot dandy fashion. The unicorn pointed into the depth of dance hall.
There, standing near the table of refreshments, was a truly outstanding mare.
Her scarlet skintight dress and matching lipstick, sharply contrasted her green coat. It accentuated her huge well formed chest and wide hips. Her long curled grassy green mane flowed all the way down her back, merging into the similarly styled tail. Almost as tall as an alicorn and evidently strong, she looked like a wingless Valkyrie from the ancient myths of the Frozen North.
“Where?" the pegasus turned around. "Oh, man! That’s Whoa Nelly!” he exclaimed.
“Whoa Nelly?” the unicorn seemed puzzled.
“Yes, Whoa Nelly." reaffirmed the pegasus colt, slapping his friend's shoulder. "Lord Supervisor of the Royal Railways’ daughter. For some reason she lived in seclusion till the most recent time. She debuted at the court only a couple of months ago.”
The unicorn eyed Nelly some more, raising his upper lip slightly.
“What a mare...” he said with dreamy look on his face.
“Hey, you better be careful around her, buddy. She may be new, but I already heard she basically eats colts for breakfast!”
But the unicorn didn’t listen. He braced himself, adjusted his tuxedo and strode to her resolutely...
(Mis)Adventures of the Scarlet Flask
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…
