The Nightmare Potion

Zecora’s Monster

Big Mac was getting ready to leave Zecora’s hut the morning after the second storm. “I should be free this weekend,” said Big Mac, “We can try to get together if you’d like.”

“If you can find the time, the pleasure would be all mine,” replied Zecora. They gave each other a quick hug before he left. Zecora watched Big Mac go until he left the clearing before turning back into her hut. Zecora sighed in content. Yesterday, she was in danger of having the side of her house caving in after a tree fell on it. Fortunately, Apple Bloom had brought her friends and older siblings to save her possessions. Zecora learned about Big Mac’s physical and mental ailments and had managed to heal them both. In return Big Mac let Zecora participate in the most romantic session of making love she had ever experienced. It was a bit of an emotional roller-coaster, but everything came up good in the end.

Pleasant evening aside, Zecora still had potion orders to fill. She set about her work with the skill and efficiency that only a master of her craft could. Because of the storms she had fewer orders than usual; mostly just potions for those who bought them on a regular basis.

While brewing up a new batch of “bad bones” potion, Zecora had an idea. She remembered how Big Mac had told her about his disturbing dream, and that’s what was causing hum so much worry. Maybe she could make a potion that would stop bad dreams. In her head, Zecora began to run through all the possible reagents she could use, she had never tried to make a potion that did anything like this before. After finishing her current batch of orders, she sat down at her potion table with a scroll and quill to help put her thoughts in order. After several combinations failed on paper, she finally found one that seemed to work. The only downside was that to dilute the mild poison in turma root enough, making the potion would produce three gallons of it. This was a lot more than she usually made for a potion, but if it worked, it would be easy to keep in supply.

Zecora spent the rest of the afternoon collecting the necessary ingredients and mixing the concoction together. Zecora meticulously selected the freshest plants and carefully measured everything out. The potion came together nicely in her cauldron. It was as dark burgundy color that clingged slightly to the sides of the cauldron as she stirred it, much like a red wine.

Zecora finished a little before sunset. After her evening meal and wash-up, she went about the final step when one creates a new potion: testing. Zecora dipped a ladle into the cauldron and lifted it to her lips. The potion had little smell or taste, just a hint of bitter form the turma root. Zecora took a sip of water to wash the taste of the potion down. She paced around her hut for a moment to see if there were any immediate effects. She didn’t feel any different, no weakness or other physical sensations or headache, which was usually what consumption of turma rood caused. After a few minutes of pacing, Zecora finally accepted that all was well. As she slipped into bed Zecora made a note to record what she could remember about any dreams she had. With the light of the moon and the sounds of the forest outside her window Zecora shut her eyes and fell asleep.

***

Zecora was in her hut, brewing potions, crafting charms and doing what one needs to survive in the Everfree Forest. A knock on the doorframe caught her attention. She turned around and saw Big Mac drenched to the bone, his shirt and pants sticking to him. “Big Mac! You don’t look well at all. Did you happen to slip and fall?”

“Eeyup,” he answered wringing some of the water from his shirt. Zecora invited him in to come in and stand by the fire. “Can you help with something,” asked Big Mac, “There’s something that I can’t quite reach on my back. I think it might be a leech.”

Zecora nodded, “They can sometimes have and infectious bight, we must remove that parasite.” Big Mac took his shirt off and turned around so Zecora could see. Zecora gasped at the sight of it. Between Big Mac’s shoulders was the biggest leech Zecora had ever seen. It had to have been over six inches long and thicker than her thumb. It was dark gray with a fleshy segmented body that glistened in a thin layer of slime. Most disturbing was that its mouth looked more like a ponies mouth that was sucking itself onto Big Mac’s back.

“The look of that leech makes me sick,” said Zecora, “but for removal I know just the trick.” Zecora took and placed the end of an iron prod that she used to move around the coals in her fire pit into the heart of the fire. The age old tick for removing leeches was to burn them. This way the leech let go and the heat would also help to kill the germs.

Zecora looked back at Big Mac who had remained with his back to the fire. Zecora’s eyes went wide in horror; the leech was finishing burrowing into his spine! “What the hell kind of leech is that!?! It just chewed into your back!” Zecora shouted.

The tail end of the leech disappeared as Big Mac’s skin slid back into place around the wound. Big Mac turned around; he seemed dead behind the eyes. Before Zecora could react Big Mac stated to tremble and transform. His fingers elongated and ended in pointed claws. His shoulders and chest widened, almost doubling their girth. His jaw seemed to elongate and grow pointed teeth, while his pupils widened until his eyes were entirely black. The transformation complete, the leech’s new host faced and grinned menacingly at Zecora, slowly and purposely walking towards her.

Zecora backed up towards the wall of her hut, her eyes darting around for anything she could use to defend herself. A glint caught her attention; she had a knife on her potions table. She grabbed it and held it out in front of her. “Whatever you do, don’t come any closer I’m warning you!” Zecora really didn’t want to fight this thing. Its transformation was so body-changing that there seemed to be no hope for saving Big Mac, but that didn’t mean Zecora wanted to go with him.

The host kept moving towards her, seemingly with no intention to stop, breathing heavily and walking with firm foot-falls. As it came within arm’s reach, Zecora slashed at it twice, once across the chest in the middle of its massive pec muscles and again along its stomach above the navel. Zecora then deftly jumped to the side to get away from it and catch her breath. The host stopped where it was. It ceased panting and shut its mouth and held still. Had she killed it? Zecora notice there was no blood on the blade and the two deep cuts didn’t bleed or leak any fluid whatsoever.

Suddenly, a pair of tentacles erupted form each of the cuts. Zecora was frozen, eyes wide in disbelief. The tentacles resembled the leech’s body; dark gray, segmented and thick. Zecora started to run for the door, but the tentacles shot after her. Just before she reached the doorway they grabbed her. The two from the host’s stomach each wrapped themselves around one of her legs while the two from its chest grabbed her arms. Zecora struggled and tried to swipe at them with the knife but they were too strong and limber and were able to avoid the slashes. The tentacles then effortlessly lifted her up off the ground, wrestling the knife from her grip, and carried her back to the host which had backed up and was now sitting on the bed.

Zecora continued to struggle and scream for help as she reached the host. The host reached its hands around to her middle, the claws poking and scratching her a bit. Its head lowered over her shoulder as it inhaled through its noes and breathed out heavily. “Ah… a good body.” Zecora closed her eyes and felt fatigue from all the struggling start to set in. What manner of beast was this? The host reached up to her top with its clawed fingers. “Must remove…” It then ripped through her hide top as easily as Zecora would have been able to tear paper, even though it was one solid piece with no seams. Its strength was unbelievable; even Big Mac would have trouble ripping hide. Zecora firm breasts jiggled form the movement of being set free. The host then reached down and did the same thing with her bottoms, leaving her completely naked.

“This cannot be!” shouted Zecora, realizing what the monster wanted, “Please spare me!”

The host grabbed both of Zecora’s breasts and squeezed them firmly, causing her to gasp. “So good…” it hissed. It started to fondle them, rubbing and squeezing them and lightly digging in one of its claws form time to time. Zecora squirmed under the sensation, but any attempt to break free was hopeless. The host opened its mouth and let its tongue slide out and down her chest. Its tongue was actually another tentacle that ended in a fleshy set of lips. Zecora gasped and watched intently as it raised itself even with one of her black nipples. From between the tentacle's fat lips a “normal” tongue appeared and the tentacle ran it over her nipple. Zecora moaned as the tentacle used it tongue to make little circles over her areola. “Mm… hard…” hissed the host, its speech unaffected by its tongue hanging out.

It felt good; even though it was a monster doing it, it felt good. “A creature like you should not see the light of day. Why are you making me feel this way?” Zecora groaned through the pleasure. The host didn’t answer; its tentacle tongue wrapped its fat lips around one of her pert nipples and sucked hard. Zecora whimpered under the onslaught.

With Zecora distracted, the host reached one hand down between her legs. Zecora cried as it dipped two of its long fingers into her pussy. It began to rhythmically flex and extend each one individually inside of her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Eventually the host pulled its tongue back into its mouth and withdrew its fingers from Zecora’s folds. Zecora hung her head as she caught her breath. “So wet…” hissed the host. She looked up and saw the host inspecting its hand. Its first two fingers were covered in her cunny-honey, almost dripping with it. The host stuck the fingers in its mouth and sucked them clean. “Want more…” it groaned.

Its tentacles lifted Zecora up a little so she was off its lap. As easily as it had torn of her clothing, it ripped off what was left of Big Mac’s pants. When it lowered her back down, Zecora could see that it had another lipped tentacle in place of cock. It animated and slithered up between her legs, running is segmented length against her labia and clit. Zecora should have been disgusted, but it felt so good. A tongue appeared from the lips of the tentacle and sloppily licked her pussy. Zecora writhed in the grip of host, but escape still seemed impossible.

The tentacle sucked its tongue back in in pressed its end against her pussy. Zecora whined and the host grinned as it slowly slid in, Zecora feeling every segment of the tentacle as they ground against her labia. It began to slowly pump into her by itself; the host didn’t have to move at all. The host again grabbed her breasts in its long-fingered hands and began to fondle them it time with the thrusts of the tentacle. “Such a good body…” growled the host.

Zecora’s strength and resolve seemed to abandon her. The sensation was too great and the host was too strong. She felt her mind slipping into the pleasure. The host growled again, “Want more…” Zecora felt another tentacle pop out from the cut on the host’s stomach. It slid down between her firm butt cheeks and she could feel that it again had a set of lips and a tongue, which it ran over her anus.

Zecora felt some of her will come back. “No! Don’t you dare, think about putting it down there!” Her plea fell on deaf ears. As soon as she finished, the tongue stopped lapping at her anus and withdrew back into the tentacles mouth. It pressed itself against her tight hole. Zecora did her best to keep her ass squeezed shut, but the tentacle narrowed and forced its way in. Zecora cried in a mixture of pain and pleasure as it began to pulse and expand inside her. Taking advantage of moment, the host grabbed her chin and pulled her face even with its. The host’s and Zecora’s eyes met for a moment before it opened its jaw and its tentacle tongue shot into Zecora’s still screaming mouth.

Zecora tried to bight down but the tentacle was too tough. All together, the tentacles in her mouth, pussy and ass stared to pump into her at the same rate, with the host squeezing and rubbing her breasts again. Zecora started thrashing again, but the host wouldn’t be deterred. With so many sensations at once, Zecora could feel her climax quickly building inside her. The host could sense it as well and sped up. “Such a good body…” it hissed.

Zecora and the host came together. Zecora felt her pussy and ass clamp down on the tentacles, which continued to force themselves in and out of her. All of the tentacles, even the ones holding her arms and legs, shot out thick streams of thick black goo all at the same time. Zecora could feel it squirting around the outsides of the tentacles in her ass and pussy. Zecora screamed even though the same black spunk was being shot down her throat; she didn’t want to get infected!

***

Zecora suddenly snapped back to consciousness. She lay still and looked around her hut. Everything was normal and dawn looked to be just a few hours off. Zecora sighed in relief.

After a few deep breaths, she sat up to go and dump out the rest of the useless potion she had made. She felt something wet in her bottoms. She slid her hand down the front to feel what it was. Her pussy was absolutely soaked; did she have an orgasm while dreaming? When she pulled her hand out to examine it her fingers were covered in her juices. She wiped her hand on the sheet and felt her breasts; her nipples were still hard.

Now the final question. Zecora stuck a hand down the back of her bottoms between her cheeks. Her anus felt loose and puffy, sending chills up her spine as she touched it. It was like it was begging for something to be stuck in it.

Zecora lay back down and pondered what do. Had she created an aphrodisiac that caused nightmares, or did it show her something else? Whatever it did, Zecora was just one pony; it would need to be tested more.