Air Sexi

Young Zocco came to Ponyville
Of zebra mares he’d had his fill
A bad breakup he’d just been through
Had left him wanting something new
Equestria! He longed to jump
A large, exotic pony rump!

And where but Ponyville, the place
Where fat butts dropped on every face?
Where every mare was extra-round
And winked at every guy she found?
'Twas here the School of Friendship sat,
Whose teachers were especially phat!
(So said the guidebook Zocco bought:
“The Zebra’s Guide to Pony Plot”)

Aboard the train, he’d fantasize
Of clapping cheeks and meaty thighs
No ordinary mare for him
He set his sights on high class trim!
Yes, he would visit with his tool
The cute professors at the School!
The guidebook listed them by name,
Heroic mares of lasting fame:

Headmare Starlight, the visitor will find
Possesses beauty equal to her mind
(Though both are quite surpassed by her behind!)

Counselor Trixie, with confidence to spare
Will tell you what to do, how long, and where
(Anything to touch that derriere!)

Daring Rainbow Dash, who will not rest
Until her awesome butt’s the very best
(I’d love to help her on her noble quest!)

Strong Applejack, whose donkalicious plot
Is muscular, and powerful, and taut
(If I may speak the honest truth... she’s hawt.)

Sweet Pinkie, whose blue, mischievous eyes
Enhance an ass of greatest heft and size
(And teats to match the largest of her pies!)

Kind Rarity, whose lush and generous curves
Offer far more than any guy deserves
(She likes it when you sneak a peak, you pervs!)

And Fluttershy, the mare who’s fully packed
So beautiful, so cheerful, and so stacked
(She’ll treat a zebra nice, and that’s a fact!)

Rent a room, the guide had said,
Clean and with a sturdy bed.
He unpacked and refined his tactics:
The lube, the toys, the prophylactics
Anything a mare might need
To win that hot, fresh zebra seed!

Towards the School he then did rush
To claim his share of pony tush
But in the garden grounds outside
He halted, jaw extended wide
A yellow moon had caught his eyes,
Bedecked with lovely butterflies!

‘Twas Fluttershy, who’d stooped to scold
A duckling who had left the fold
Bent over, she was something rare
A perfect flower of a mare!
Those buns were worth their weight in gold
They would be his, to kiss, to hold!

“My dearest love!” young Zocco spoke
He’d come this far, he couldn’t choke!
He smiled, showing perfect teeth
And let his cock slide from its sheath
A move like this was guaranteed
To show he had what all mares need
But, far from dropping to her knees,
She eeped and flew into the trees!

Zocco admired her from afar
His lover true, his golden star!
“She must have seen a robin’s nest
Besieged by predator or pest
Oh, Fluttershy, so kind and gentle...”
“Excuse me, are you FUCKING MENTAL?

“Stop scaring poor lil’ Fluttershy!”
Zocco gasped: ’twas Pinkie Pie!
She stood as thicc as he had read
Each butt cheek larger than his head
Although she scowled, our hero knew
Exactly what he had to do!

He kissed her hooves and pledged his life
If Pinkie’d be his pony wife
In florid poetry he swore
To serve her plot as none before
But as he asked her to his place
A slap rang out across his face!

“I have a coltfriend, creep!” she cried
Zocco near wished that he had died
He’d never steal another’s mate!
That guidebook must be out of date!
Some other zebra’d met that goal
And seeded her with his own foal
Now every day, his lucky cum
Was slurped into that chubby tum!

So mortified he could not speak
He heard the thunderclap of cheek
On cheek as, striding through the grounds
Arrived the mighty purple mounds
Awobble most imposingly
Of Starlight Glimmer, Ph.D

As Zocco tried to voice his lust
She gazed on him with sheer disgust
And said words he could not believe:
“I’m sorry, but you have to leave.”
“But why?” begged Zocco. She said, "Look,
I bet you read that stupid book.

“‘The Guide to Pony Plot’ or some
moronic title — it’s so dumb!
It doesn’t tell the truth at all!
Heck, Dash’s butt is really small!
Pinkie’s not a secret slut
That’s utterly inaccurate!
We don’t crave zebras up our cunts
I screwed Zecora’s brother, once!

“That book is just for lonely guys
To touch themselves and fantasize
If you want sex, a bar’s the place
To meet a pony face to face
But note on a related topic:
This is real life, not a clopfic!”

Then Zocco crept off in disgrace,
A frown (and no plots) on his face
The guidebook was a hoax, a scam!
These ponies didn’t want to slam!
They wouldn’t burst out into song
At one quick glimpse of zebra dong!
They didn’t want to be his wives
They all had partners, interests, lives!

Not one fat cheek could Zocco grab
And so with shame he called a cab
Sadder but wiser, he’d go back
To Zebrica, wherein the smack
Of ass on hips was heard all day
At least he could get laid that way!

Perchance a mare would condescend
To hide her stripes and then pretend
To be the lovely Rarity
An act of carnal charity
For saddened Zocco, mind concussed
By pent up horny pony lust

He packed his bags without a word
And wasn’t long before he heard
The touch of hooves outside his door,
Four gentle taps upon the floor
The pega-taxi had arrived
To end his journey most deprived
With lessons learned at bitter cost
But just as it seemed hope was lost...

He saw a rounded curve of fur
And heard “Your ride is ready, sir.”

The mare was grey, and winged, and blonde
And like a rock skipped on a pond
Zocco’s heart flew from his chest
Of all the mares, he’d found the best!
His sheath could not conceal his lust
That lovely face, that voice, that bust!
But most of all, atop his thoughts,
That massive plot to end all plots!

Her every curve was sculpted in
Purest pleasure, deepest sin
The zebra silently gave thanks
For all the wobble in those flanks
He cleared his throat — he’d try once more
Where three times he had failed before
He spoke: “If I might be so bold,
You’re truly lovely to behold!”

She looked back at his cock in awe
And drooled a bit at what she saw
“Oh, gosh, you too?” was her response
A wink revealed her marish wants
“May I?” he asked — she nodded yes
Thus Zocco met his sweet princess!

Now, Zocco knew, though he was young
That zebras conquer with the tongue!
With rhymes of love, and then with licks
And only then with stiffened pricks
Yes, zebra mares are satisfied
Before their stallions slip inside!
He proved now, for his would-be steed
A cunning linguist indeed!

Her tender berry was a feast
With every lick, his lust increased!
With skilful kisses he worked loose
A flood of creamy pony juice
“Now, take me!” cried the mare at last
He mounted her and held her fast!

His cock slid in deep, to the root
“Oh my!” she cried, “You’re hung and cute!”
With every thrust his heart grew fonder
A plot to pound, a face to ponder!
Her cheeks like pillows on his thighs,
Her derpy ahegao eyes
Zocco knew he’d found the one
To make his lonely bedtimes fun!

His cock had pleasured mares galore
But none had felt like this before
(No, honestly, Zocco’d had sex
With just one mare: his lousy ex
Yet in his dreams, even the Queen
Of Zebrica might ride his peen
Seducing him with royal charm
Alas, then rang his damned alarm!)

They came together, her and him
The lad’s first taste of pony quim
Ended in quite a pleasant show
They cuddled in the afterglow
She lay with him upon the couch
And playfully toyed with his pouch

“Well, you’re no human, but at least
Your cock’s normal, not like some beast.”
As Zocco heaved ecstatic sighs
She gazed at him with bedroom eyes
And asked the zebra stud she’d found:
“Say, why don’t you stick around?”