Anon lounges comfortably on a somewhat dilapidated, well worn chair in Zecora’s hut, inspecting his nails impatiently. “Is it almost ready?” he asks with a little huff as he looks towards the zebra stallion somewhat impatiently. “The Mayor wont let me back into town until I’m medicated after I made Twilight and Applejack blow me outside of my house last month. I mean, I appreciate you letting me stay with you and all but…”
Zecora gives a small muffled grunt as he stands over the bubbling cauldron that contains the brew in question. He is currently wearing what seems to be a primitive sort of gas mask that almost reminds Anon of what a Plague doctor would wear back home, the beak that covers his snout filled with strongly scented herbs and perfumes in an attempt to mitigate the scent of his impromptu roommate.
“Trust me, Anon, I understand the feeling. The state of things as they are is far from appealing. Even taking these precautions, your scent is distracting. It’s difficult to focus with my body...reacting…” he says, gesturing down to a painfully hard erection swinging between his hind legs.
The human smiles a bit wider, leaning forward with his hands under his chin. “Heh, yeah. I can’t imagine that it’s been easy to work through such a complex recipe when you have to go outside to jerk it so often. You know if you want me to-”
“I am all to aware of your willingness to indulge. However unlike your whores I prefer my belly not bulge.” he says with a bit of snark as he tosses a few more ingredients into the cauldron. He starts for a moment, as if second guessing himself when he sees it change color briefly before reverting, but shakes his head muttering something in another language before continuing his efforts.
“Hey! My pullout game isn’t that weak, Zecora. I only knocked them up because they...had it cu-”
“Complete that pun and your life will be done.” Zecora says simply and firmly as he scoops some of the mixture up into a flask, walking over to the other and presenting it to them. “Drink this and in an hour your scent will be doused. Now please do me a favor and GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” he says, roaring this last part and chucking the human out of his hut and slamming the door. “almost immediately after, wet, sloppy sounds and soft grunting and moaning can be heard from within, alongside the sound of a creaking bedframe.
Anon rubs his ass with a small scowl as he gets up off of the ground, flask of his medication in hand. He pops the cork off and sniffs at it, making a small face” ugh...smells kinda funky...funkier than usual at least.” before grimacing and chugging it down quickly, throwing the flask down and smashing it partyboy style with a triumphant whoop “Fuuuuuuuck that never gets any better….” he says softly before starting back towards Ponyville, figuring the brew should be kicked in by the time he gets back.
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“And yeah, that’s basically how it went.” he says, reclining a bit on his couch, reaching down to slowly stroke Sombra’s back like he was a common housepet. The petting causes the former tyrant to blush softly as he looks down at his slowly swelling stomach, rubbing a hoof over it almost tenderly. “So hopefully there shouldn’t be any more uh...incidents like what happened with you and Applejack. Sorry about that by the way. I kinda got lost in the sauce for a bit and your mouth was like, right there-”
“It’s fine!” Twilight interrupts with a firm, elevated tone, coughing softly as he looks away and turns a soft red in the cheeks. “I mean, it’s in the past, Anon, the important thing is you have your little problem back under control. I mean, as much as I trust them I can’t imagine what Prince Celestia was thinking when he decided it would be a good idea to...to…”
“To use my fat monkey cock to commit warcrimes against enemies of the state? Yeah, I won’t lie I think it’s pretty sus too.” he says stretching out a bit on the couch with a small grunt. “But I mean, I don’t really have a lot of options as far as employment goes. Most places around town I would try to work at would probably just assume I was going to be fooling around with customers on the job.” And to be fair, there was a good chance they were right.
“Ugh, I wasn’t going to put it like that, but yes that does sum it up fairly accurately, unfortunately.” Twilight says with a little huff as he looks down at Sombra with a disquieted, almost...slightly jealous look on his face before shaking his head and returning his attention to Anon. “Look, if it will stop you from sticking your….your…
“Fat primate shme-”
“Your PENIS into any stallion who so much as looks at you sideways,” he interrupts, raising his voice slightly with a terse look. “I suppose I could give you a janitorial position at my school. During the night of course, It wouldn’t due to have you being in prolonged contact with so many young impressionable minds.”
“Pffft, I may be a pervert, but I’m not some sort of degenerate Twilight. Well...okay not that kind of degenerate.” he says with a little chuckle as he shakes his head. “But sure, far be it from me to turn down a handout. Though you never know! When I cash in on Celestia’s choice ass, I might buss it sexual style down good enough to land a gig manhandling those cakeflanks-”
“Anon, I do not need to hear about your status as a ‘Quirked Up White Boy’ again, nor do I desire to once again hear about your plans to ‘Buss It Down Sexual Style’ with my teacher to ‘Become Goated With The Sauce’. I am fairly sure that does not actually mean anything and you are just stringing words together, but I do not like the way it sounds.” Twilight says, looking increasingly irate, his face turning a soft, flustered red and his hind legs rubbing together a bit seeming aroused by the thought. It seems to Anon that Twilight really likes the way it sounded. A lot more than he would normally expect the alicorn to show outwardly actually.
Come to think of it, it looks like Sombra might be enjoying himself a bit more than just petting should rightly be lending itself to! His own member has unsheathed and is leaking pathetically onto the floor underneath him as he leans into the gentle petting provided by his primate patriarch. “huh...are you guys uh...feeling alright? I mean, Sombra here is already a massive slut so I kinda get it, but you’re normally a lot better put together than this.”
“I-I don’t know! Are you sure you took your medicine properly?” He asks as he backs away slightly, his wings slowly unfurling and growing stiff against his back. “Y-You smell even stronger than before somehow, whats going on!?”
“That’s a good question…” He says, slowly standing up and backing away from Twilight slowly, hands in the air. As he does so, he notices something he did not before, some sort of odd muffled sound from outside, a staggered rhythm of something hitting against something else, and what sounded like raised voices? Eh, it could wait until after he got this sorted out. “Go ahead and take a breather in the guest room, pop a window or something, I don’t know, I’m gonna see if a shower helps.” he says firmly.
Twilight nods quickly, scampering away with a small embarrassed sound. Sombra smirks softly as he exists, turning to anon and speaking with an almost smug tone. “it seems the whelp was unable to withstand you. Not that I can blame him, you are admittedly intoxicating. Is there perhaps room in your shower for two?” he asks, standing and eyeing the other a bit hungrily.
Anon swallows dryly, feeling almost intimidated for a moment and shaking his head “Nah, sorry. Not this time, Whatever is going on, I’m not trying to exacerbate it. God what the fuck did Zecora give me…”
As he contemplates the zebra, almost as if by magic, his door bursts open, Zecora emerging through the doorway with a deeply perturbed look plastered across his normally placid eyes, the mask from earlier still firmly strapped to his face as he let out a muffled cry. “Anon! I apologize if my entrance was abrupt, but we have a situation that is about to erupt!”
“Ah! Zecora! Just the guy I wanted to see. I think you might have done something funky with this latest batch. Twilight had to go leave the room and Sombra is...well he’s a thot, but more so than he usually is.” he says as he gestures back to the undeterred slut of a stallion who simply gave a small chuckle, bringing a hoof to his chest. “I have endured enough humiliation at the tip of your spear, creature. I intend to own the desire you have foisted upon me, and if it makes you uncomfortable, all the better.”
“...yeah that tracks.” Anon says, simply giving them a semi sarcastic thumbs up that leaves them sputtering slightly as he turns his attention back to the shaman. “But yeah, what’s up, dude?”
Zecora huffs softly and stamps his hoof a bit before continuing to speak. “In my haste to remove you from my living space, I fear a few ingredients may have been replaced. Instead of damping your musk and putting your desire replete, it seems this unintended brew has your scent putting the whole town in heat!”
Zecora points towards the window, and Anon quickly walked over to take a look outside. He is shocked to say the least, at the sight presented to him. Stallions in the streets, kissing each other, grinding against one another, even outright mounting and rutting in broad daylight with no concern for decency or privacy, looks of utter ecstasy plastered across their faces. The sounds of pleasure, of flesh on flesh one ambiguous and muffled, rang much more clear now that he understood the origin and intent.
“...Oh...ohhhhhh…..” Anon says as he quickly walks over and locks the door behind Zecora, starting to close the shutters and latch them tightly shut “Yeah that...that’s fucking bad, Zecora, like, really bad. But Wait, if that’s all going down, why are you guys uh...taking it so well. I get you have your little mask thing but it can’t be helping that much in these conditions.”
“Mphhh...perhaps our prolonged and frequent exposure to you has rendered us a bit more...acclimatized to the effects...”Twilight says softly as he rubs his hind legs together, having something aside from his own awful, depraved thoughts to ponder on seeming to give him a bit of an anchor for the moment.
Anon tilts his head slightly as he considers this. “Huh...I guess that makes sense. But this is really not a good situation guys. Like, you remember what happened the last time I actually forgot to take my medicine?”
“Don’t remind me, the entire street you live on smelled like spunk and desperation for a week…” Twilight pipes up, pulled from his train of thought, shuddering slightly. His wings twitch in time with his shaft at the thought of it despite his attempt at a disgusted tone.
“Yeah, and apparently it’s going to be like that on crack. Zecora, c’mon man, there’s gotta be something we can do to reverse this, like an antidote or whatever.” The man says as he looks to the Zebra stallion worriedly.
He nods slowly, tilting his head a bit. “I believe there is a chance for a cure, but without trying I cannot ascertain for sure. To prevent another crisis, the best protocol, will be for the three of us to brain your balls.”
“...Wait, you’re fuckin’ with me right? I mean, I know you will be in a minute if that’s the plan but you know what I mean, you’re serious?” he asks, hands on his hips as he leans down to eyeball the other suspiciously. “Are you sure the horny isn't getting to you through that fuckin’ bird beak you’ve got on?”
Zecora shakes his head, unstrapping the mask and removing it, taking a deep breath, resigning himself to his fate. “I am afraid there is no jape here, my human friend. You will have to fill us until our bellies distend. I have no way to create a cure for this brew, so purging it from your system is all we can do. We could wait for it to be expelled in….other ways, but that could take many hours, or even several days. Though I wish not to say it your production is...prodigious, and this method is certainly the most expeditious.”
Twilight, for his part upon hearing this, has his horn aglow, sputtering in and out of focus as he tries to maintain concentration “W-well, you colts have fun with that. I’m gonna...head b-back to the castle to try to make sure the students aren’t trying to split each other in half...” He says, disappearing in a flash of light only to appear a few inches to the left, a small scorched ring around his feet. “O-oh dear…” he says softly, his ears dropping slightly.
“Hey! I already told you three times no teleportation into my house, you always leave soot on the carpet…” Anon says, crossing his arms. “Besides, don’t act like you weren't peeking into my backyard yesterday using Applejack’s ass to fap to me breeding this guy.” he says gesturing towards Sombra, who had already lain on his back and began to rub his perpetually half-hard length in anticipation of the rutting he would be getting shortly, issuing a perverted, almost challenging look to the Prince of Friendship.
“What’s the matter whelp? Are you perhaps cognizant of the fact that if this absolute stud of a creature can bend me me to his will, then a pathetic weakling like yourself has no chance of resisting becoming a broken breeding sow?”
The purple stallions eyes widen and he raises one leg in a defensive gesture.“What!? N-no, not at all, it just seems unbecoming for a Prince to…”
“To what exactly, little Prince?” Sombra asks as he rolls onto his legs and stands up, sauntering, almost prowling over to Twilight with a toothy, malicious grin, slowly pushing them scooting across the floor towards Anon. “To render such an important service to a citizen in need within your kingdom? To do your part to prevent a disaster of townwide proportions by whatever means are required of you? To wrap those slutty little lips around a real dick and give it the service it deserves? Oh nonono, if this cock is fit for a king like myself, than a meager prince like you should be so lucky as to be ravished and broken upon its pristine length, it’s girth~”
“Whoa whoa, pause. Sombra, you’re having a little too much fun there.” Anon says, firmly picking the pony up by the nape of his neck, drawing an indignant squeak from them as they are placed back on the floor next to the couch and a bit father away from the flustered prince. Anon looks back over at Twilight. “Look Twi’, I know you’re probably going through it right now. But if you just want to hunker down in the basement or something so you don’t get caught up in all of this I’m not going to make you do anything you don-AH!”
The human is cut off as Twilight picks Anon up, levitating him in his flickering, shaky aura and looking him firmly in the eyes. Or well, as firmly as he can manage under current circumstances. “N-no, He’s right. As Prince, It’s at least partially my responsibility. And if I can’t perform proper damage control out there…” he looks up at his flickering, struggling horn the arousal currently eroding at his focus quite evident. “Then I can at least try to make sure things are kept under control here…”
“Huh...Alright, that makes sense, but what about the comp-”
“Anon, do not look into this gift pony’s mouth. We must reverse your condition before things go further south!” Zecora says firmly, to which the other two stallions nod in agreement.
Sombra chuckles darkly and stands up, stretching out his hind legs with a pleased little sigh as he looks to the other two. “As much as I would love to sit back and allow you too to struggle to contend with this...monumentous task…” he says, his eyes drifting to Anon’s crotch at the word ‘monumentous’, “Far be it from me to pass up a chance to show up a prissy little Princeling.” he says confidently, in an almost humorous contrast to his current state.
Anon gives a nonplussed chuckle at this as he is hovered towards his bedroom. “So you’re going to show him up by...what, being a bigger slut?”
“Exactly~” he purrs out with a worrying intensity as he trots past the bedroom door. “Someone has to keep these whelps in their place after all, that meat between your legs is mine, now, you foolish little primate. Pregnant or not, it wont stop me from showing them how to properly drain a concubine dry~”
“Oh...that’s kinda hot actually not gonna lie.” Anon says almost a bit sheepishly, his face reddening just a bit as Zecora and Twilight follow the ex-tyrant into his bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind them.
Author's Note
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