Anon had been in Equestria for a little over two years now, and since then he had established himself as the handyman in town. Fixing tools and trinkets, helping out anywhere he could, and always being more than eager to assist his pastel-colored equine companions. He had gained a beloved reputation in the town, and his good deeds never went unpaid.
Though some ponies had more unique ways of paying him back.
Glk! Glk! Glk!
Leaning back in a chair, Anon let out a pleasurable sigh and glanced down. Meeting his eyes, looking up at him with her lust-filled own, was Ms. Cheerilee. Dutifully bobbing her head up and down, throating his cock with expertise, she blew him with carnal fury. Below her, a pool of cum had formed, as he had just recently pumped her pussy full of spunk.
She shook her ass, clapping it on occasion while she happily slurped all over his length. She was an incredibly hot mare, and one he cared for greatly, and any guy would be lucky to receive such a godly blowjob from her–but for Anon something was missing. He had nailed nearly every pony in Ponyville at this point, with this even being the 13th time he had fucked Cheerilee, but still, with her and every last one of them, something felt off.
He of course enjoyed the amorous instances he had with these ponies, especially Cheerilee, who felt like she was going to suck the literal soul out of him as she cleaned him off. Equestria had countless mares in, with their fat asses, tight pussies, and wide range of personalities that made each lay he had unique, pleasurable and enjoyable. He’d fucked milfs, the Elements of Harmony, and even the Princesses!
But something still felt off.
“Pah! There we go, nice and clean~” Cheerilee cooed, pulling her head away from his shaft.
Taking a deep breath and calming his quivering legs, Anon smiled. “You didn’t have to do that, Cheerilee. I’m happy to help without any repayment.”
“Oh come on, Anon!” she countered. “You carried in all those textbooks for me today! I owe you!” She eyed his cock, licking her lips. “Also helps you can pump me full better than any stallion ever could~”
Slipping on his pants, Anon eyed her. “Speaking of pumping you full, you’re on Zecora’s-“
“Potion, yes, Anon,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes. “I tell you every single time!” She whirled around, flaunting her fat ass. Reaching back, she pulled on her asscheek, spreading her cum-filled pussy. “This creampie isn’t knocking me up, but it still feels great.”
Struggling to pull his eyes off Cheerilee’s generous posterior, Anon began to put back on his shirt. It was true, he did have to be told every time that she was on Zecora’s ‘anti-preggo’ potion, as he now coined it thanks to Pinkie Pie’s ridiculous name for it. It wasn’t just Cheerilee who had to tell him this each time though, as he made sure every mare he rutted confirmed they were on it too. It was awfully convenient that such a brew was available to the town, since, contrary to its innocent nature, Ponyville was filled to the brim with slutty mares and stallions alike. Being he more often got thanked in sex than anything else nowadays, Anon was adamant about ensuring every mare he railed was on the potion. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the idea of raising a foal, but more so he was hoping to find the mare that felt right–emotionally, because they sure as heck felt right physically.
And, after fucking what felt like almost all of Equestria at this point, none still did.
“Right, right, sorry for asking,” he replied, buckling on his belt. Making his way to the schoolhouse’s door, he waved back. “Thanks for the rut!”
Cheerilee gnawed her lip, swaying her hips as she watched him take his leave. “Thank you for fucking me senseless~” She giggled, waving him goodbye. “Oh, and helping me bring in the textbooks…that too!”
Shaking his head and snickering at her playful tone, Anon bid her farewell and closed the schoolhouse door behind him. Thankfully, it was a beautiful Saturday morning, which meant he and Cheerilee had been alone within the school for their entire session. Though, with it still being so early, he was eager to do more with his day. He had no plans, for once. Rainbow was busy at Wonderbolts HQ, so he had no gym partner for the day, Twilight was in Canterlot doing Princess things, and the rest of his friends were all busy for the day too. However, as he walked down the waving path back to Ponyville’s center, he did catch a glimpse of the one mare in around Ponyville he hadn’t got it on with just yet.
Hiding beneath a cloak, nervously eyeing ponies left and right as she weaved through the town, was Zecora. Anon had faced his fair share of painfully beautiful mares in his time here. The Elements of Harmony, the Princesses, Cheerilee, Mayor Mare, the list went on and on, but Zecora, now she just had something that made his heart flutter. Be it the beautiful stripes running down her form, her massive ass, juicy thighs, piercing cyan eyes, exotic voice, beautiful face, endless wisdom, or a mix of all those perfect traits–she was the one mare Anon was scared to be around.
Not because she was menacing, but more so because he was scared of screwing things up with her. They’d hung out a ton in the past, and even more recently, working together on projects, potions, or just a casual day in Ponyville. When it came to his friends, he’d have to say she was his closest. He’d helped her a handful of times, as he did everypony, and every time after they finished up whatever task they were working on, the aura in the air would almost always be awkward. It seemed like they both always wanted to ask each other something but nothing ever came of it.
He’d kill to rut that fine ass of hers, but he also wanted to figure out just what this uncertain emotion he felt within him regarding her meant. He didn’t have it with anypony else, so it did strike him as odd. Course, there was the clear possibility that he was fearful of tarnishing his friendship with her if anything went sour, but he doubted things would go badly if he tried. After all, almost all of Ponyville had wanted to test things out with him, so he had a fair hunch somewhere deep down Zecora wanted to try things out with him too.
Though, she was from Zebrica, and he hadn’t the faintest clue on how sex and the like was viewed to her fellow zebras. Perhaps him hooking up with almost every pony in town was a touch taboo to her, heck, he thought it was at first too before these pastel equines made him think otherwise. Regardless, he hadn’t fucked her, she was his best friend in this odd world, and…she was acting extremely weird currently.
Squinting his eyes to get a better look at her, Anon couldn’t help but notice his dear friend’s rather unnatural behavior. Her acting so sheepish and hiding under her cloak was odd as is, but with how she was adamantly steering clear of any and all stallions she came near was what truly boggled Anon’s mind. Having no clue what exactly was going on with her, he shrugged the thought off and decided to get an answer for himself.
Stepping in front of the path she had set herself on, being a local herb stand, Anon raised a hand and called out to her. “Yo, Zecora!”
The zebra didn’t notice him, not in time at least, as she glanced back at a passing stallion, only hearing him right before she collided into him. Bumping her muzzle right into his groin, letting out a surprised gasp as he let out a sharp groan of pain, she stumbled backwards. Looking over at him, realizing where she had just mushed her face into, a deep blush spread across her face.
“O-Oh, Anon! I did not see your presence come to be, and - hmmph - you made quite the f-fool of me!”
“Hrrk…y-yep,” Anon croaked, clutching his jewels for a moment, thanking his lucky stars he had fortunately just drained them. Gathering himself, he took note of Zecora’s strange tone, as well as the odd, yet adorable, grumble she had made in the middle of her rhyme. “You…uh, okay? Why do you have your cloak thing on?”
Zecora’s blush deepened, as she pulled her eyes off his groin and gulped nervously. “Ah! W-well you see, it’s just a new shopping getup for me!”
Anon wasn’t convinced. “And why’re you avoiding every stallion around here?”
“I…I a-am not!” Zecora blurted, looking around. “T-there are just so many ponies around this shopping lot!” She scrunched her muzzle. “So little space to move, and I am simply avoiding losing my groove!”
Surveying the shopping market around them, Anon did notice it was a touch busier than usual, but certainly not cramped to the point she had to dodge and weave around ponies–let alone specifically stallions. He could smell a lie when one was presented to him, even one that weaved words into a rhyme, but he wasn’t going to press her on it—yet. Shrugging, he reached down, suddenly snatching Zecora’s basket from her maw.
“H-hey! Why would you go and steal that with such fury?!” She stamped her hoof on the ground, furrowing her brow. “Give it back! I’m in quite the hurry!”
Anon waggled his finger before her, chuckling. “A-ta-ta ~ I see my best friend acting all weird, and I’m going to find out why she’s acting that way.” He booped her on the nose, smirking. “I’ll join you for the rest of your shopping, and I’ll carry your stuff back to your house for ya!”
Zecora’s harrumphed, glancing down at his crotch once more before shaking her head. “Anon! Surely you’re much too busy to help me. Don’t you have better places to be?”
“Nah, not really,” he replied, reaching down and ruffling her mane. “I’ve got allll the time in the world for my favorite mare! C’mon, let’s finish grabbing whatever you need.”
Zecora’s blush deepened at the favorite mare remark, biting her lip before sighing. “Fine. If it will make you satisfied, just make sure we finish this errand in stride.”
“Sounds good to me! Let’s see what you’ve gotten so far,” he cheered, glancing into her basket. An assortment of herbs, berries, and even a few potions were strewn within it. “Wait, don’t you have all these back home?”
“I may have run out of some of my own stock, but can your question stop since we’re running on a clock?” she grumbled, nudging his hip and trotting ahead of him.
Anon didn’t reply, instead, he opted to ogle his dear friend’s derriere. Even in her cloak, he could make out the curves of her delicious, thick asscheeks, and even a touch of her plump thighs as well. Oddly enough, her cowl kept shifting, her tail constantly fidgeting underneath it and jostling it about. He knew her well, and he knew that her tail wasn’t a twitching mess like that ever—twitchy tails were Pinkie’s thing after all.
Tailing behind her, drinking in the way her hips swayed and her cheeks bounced beneath her clothing, Anon found himself stopping before another potion stand. Seeing Zecora fidgeting awkwardly in place, meekly looking over at him every few seconds, his mind began to wander. Her coming to any kind of potion stand made no sense. Unless she was sick, or somehow way too distracted to make them herself, she had no reason to buy some off other ponies. Heck, he was pretty sure she was the main supplier of potions to this very shop.
She kept looking up at him, her blush even deeper than before. Gulping, she turned to the shop owner. “H-hello, would you happen to have…erm…”
“Pardon me?” the mare behind the stand asked, raising a brow. “Wait, why are you even here Zecora? These are your potions!”
Zecora simply gulped again. “Y-yes I am quite aware, but…some circumstances have left my potion making abilities a touch bare.”
She eyed Anon again, before motioning for the shopkeeper to lean forward. Moving towards the mare’s ear, she whispered into her ear, making her eyes go wide.
“O-oh!” she blurted out, moving her attention from Zecora to Anon. A smug, somewhat sultry look split her muzzle soon after. “Ooooooh, is this something I didn’t know about? I can totally see-”
“I-it is not at all what you think!” Zecora yelped, pressing a hoof over the mare’s mouth. “He is not the reason I need this drink!” Her face was nearly entirely red. “It is for a brew o-of my own creation! One that can give me some alleviation!”
The shopkeeper blinked, pulling her muzzle away. “Waaait, you use this potion to make that potion? Really?”
“Yes, it is odd, but I’d prefer if you do not prod,” Zecora grumbled, eyeing the mare. “You now know my need for this potion in my next brew’s creation, and thus should know my situation.”
The mare shrugged, eyeing Anon. “I mean, you do have another solution right there. It’s not like he wouldn’t be willing to-”
“Enough!” Zecora bellowed, placing two of her hooves on the mare’s mouth. “Please just get me my stuff!”
Pulling her muzzle back for a second time, the shopkeeper gave Zecora a look. “Okay, okay, fine.” She reached below her counter, shuffling through her supplies. “I just think it’s a bit silly when you have a much easier solution, but hey, you do you I guess.” She popped back out from below the counter, handing Zecora a bottle with a pink solution within it. “Just take it for free. Feels a bit wrong charging you for your own work. Anything to help a fellow mare in he-”
“Thankyouhaveagoodday!”
Before the mare could finish, Zecora blurted out a quick goodbye, grabbed Anon, and tugged him away from the stand. Keeping a quick, constant pace, still avoiding bumping into any studs as she went, she began to beeline for the edge of the marketplace.
“What was all that about?” Anon asked, finding his hand finally freed of her grasp. “And what’s the potion for? Seriously, what’s going on with you?”
Zecora eyed him, rolling her eyes. “Listen, Anon, you truly do not need to join me in my hut.” She tapped her chin, looking as if she was thinking to herself for a moment. Perking up, she gestured towards the Everfree in the distance, frowning. “The last item on my list is going to get us into a rut. I’d much prefer you stay back and not handle what may attack.”
“Nuh-uh, noooo way,” Anon quickly shot back, glaring down at her. “Something is wrong with you today, and I’m not letting you go deal with whatever the heck is around that ingredient you need alone. I’ll help you get it.”
“B-but the Everfree’s creatures are quite dangerous!” Zecora stammered, clearly not expecting his reply. “There’s a good chance they may injure us!”
Anon shook his head. “Don’t care. For any other pony, maybe I’d say fine and let them take the risk, but not you.” He leaned down, smiling at her. “You’re my favorite mare, and I will not even let the risk of you getting hurt come up. C’mon, I’m sure whatever spooky, terrifying monster is guarding whatever weird herb you need isn’t that strong.”
“Well, maybe, but-”
“I mean, have you looked at these?” Anon teased, striking a pose and flexing his muscles. “Ever since I started helping AJ at the farm, I’ve been getting pre-tty built!”
Zecora gawked at him, looking him up and down and murmuring. “Y-yes…I have…”
“Pardon me?”
She nearly jumped, nervously laughing to herself. “N-nothing! I was simply clearing my throat! It’s hard to contain a laugh when you continue to gloat!”
Anon looked her up and down, following her eyes as she seemed to be looking him up and down. “Uh-huh…sure.” He spun on his heels, beginning to head towards her home. “Well, come on! Time’s a wastin’, Miss ‘I’m In A Big Ole Rush’!”
“B-but I’m telling you there is a mighty-“
“Don’t care. You’re a cute mare. I care for the cute, lovely mare. I’ll even fight a bear for the mare!” He smirked back at her winking. “Look, I can do that rhyming stuff too!”
Surrendering to his unending stubbornness, Zecora meekly began to trot beside him. “Those weren’t even complete sentences…”
“And you didn’t rhyme there, so we both make mistakes, don’t we?”
“I don’t always speak in rhymes! I don’t have enough to say to warrant a one sometimes!”
“You had enough there.”
“Oh for the love of Celestia…”
The two began to walk into the Everfree, and Anon was quick to pick up on how often Zecora was eyeing him. Looking him up and down, pausing on his chest, arms, and groin, she even licked her lips here and there. Her tail kept twitching under her cloak, and she seemed like she was purposely swaying her hips as they walked. He wasn’t able to piece any of it together, and he was feeling rather sure he wouldn’t be able to at this rate.
Slowing down, he let Zecora take the lead. Savoring the view she gave with every step she took, he dearly wished her cloak wasn’t on so he could drink in that ass of hers all the better. He did feel bad perving on his best friend, but with such a perfect set of flanks before him, could he really be at fault?
After a minute or so of traversing the Everfree’s weaving vines and gnarled trees, they came upon Zecora’s hut. The intricate tree, with its exotic yet beautiful decor on the outside, was a location Anon knew well. Though, as Zecora trotted ahead and began to open the door, his curiosity was piqued.
“Wait, I thought you said there’s some kind of monster we need to deal with to get your last ingredient?”
Pausing in the doorway, Zecora glanced back at him. “I will have to admit, that was a lie with good intent. I simply felt bad as you always help and never relent.”
“C’mon, Zecora! You’re my best bud, there’s nothing I’d rather do than help you out!” He slipped into her home, carefully shutting the door behind him. Glancing around, he saw the interior was a bit more disorganized than usual. “What happened here? Your potions are all jumbled up.”
Zecora frowned at the poor state her usually organized shelves were in. “I was searching for a potion with much haste, but in the process my cleanliness went to waste.” She trotted towards Anon, grabbing the basket from him. “Thankfully, the ingredients here will alleviate my worry. I just hope I can end my troubles in a hurry.”
Anon slipped his hands into his pockets, cantering back and forth on his heels as he watched Zecora begin to unpack her goods. Glancing at the individual herbs she began to toss into her cauldron, curious to know what exactly she was up to, he pressed her.
“Soooo, what are you making?”
“A little something just for me,” she replied, raising a brow at him. “You truly are as nosey as can be.”
“Oh come on! You’ve been stammering and blushing all day! I’ve got questions galore!” he retorted.
Her blush seeped back into her face, as she refocused on her brew. “I…do not know what blush you’re talking about!”
“Mhm, sure,” he teased, sticking his tongue out at her.
Watching as she fumbled through her basket, trotting around her cauldron to mix her ingredients just right, he observed her as she slowly plopped in ingredient after ingredient. He had no clue how her brews worked, but she seemed to have a special method of tossing them into different spots within her massive cauldron, and thus she was slowly walking in a circle around the pot. First the herbs went in, then some berries, and the first few potions. He figured it was going smooth as silk, but, as she pulled out a thick bundle of herbs, he noticed the pink potion she had grabbed from before was pushed up and out of the basket by it.
Jumping into action, he lunged forward, intent on saving the brew from tragically shattering. “Shoot! Your potion!” He felt himself impact the ground, as his hands met the cold exterior of the glass. “Phew! I got - wha?”
His hands had also grabbed something soft and silky.
Zecora’s cloak to be specific.
And now he knew exactly why she had been wearing it.
Having grabbed onto her garment as she was waltzing around the cauldron, he had incidentally stripped it off of her, revealing exactly she had been intent on hiding. With her tail flagged high and proud, no longer contained by her clothing, he had a clear view of her droolingpussy.
Her snatch winked wantonly, lines of her essence running down and dampening her thighs. Her ponut glistened with sweat, as did her thick asscheeks, and her dubiously twitching tail had a line of her essence connecting it to her pussy. He was met with a fragrant aroma from the now exposed mare, and, coupled with the sight before him, Anon went instantly rock hard.
“The…potion…” Anon mumbled, staring hungrily at Zecora’s engorged clit.
The zebra was frozen in place. Her blush had exploded to fill her entire face, her face was locked in a state of sheer bewilderment, and the rest of her body was putting on a show for Anon. Blinking as she seemingly came back to reality, Zecora frantically shifted to turn her ass away from Anon.
“W-why would you do that!” she exclaimed, desperately trying to force her tail back down. “I did not want you to know…agh!!!” She failed to even rhyme, far too flustered to think. “Anon!”
Still dazed from the glorious sight he had just been gifted with, Anon took a few moments to compose himself. Standing up slowly, he looked over at Zecora with a mixture of worry and lust on his face. “Zecora…are you in heat?”
She gulped, scrunching her muzzle. “I…” She let out a deep sigh, sheepishly looking up at him. “Y-yes…I am…”
“Wait, why? You’re the mare that makes the estrus suppressing potions. Why didn’t you just take one?” he asked.
Zecora continued to try and force her tail down. “I…well, I didn’t realize it but I sold all of my stock.” She eyed the shelves lined with potions. “And now I am dealing with years worth of heat and a horrible craving for cock…” She gasped at her own words, shaking her head. “Gah! It’s terrible, can’t you see? This cursed estrus is doing things to me!”
Anon finally pieced it all together. The cloak, her avoiding stallions, and…her trying to push him away. He looked over at her, realizing she must have been feeling horny near him the entire time. The hip swaying and her ogling him—the entire time he’d been torturing her lust-driven body.
Still, he himself was now painfully horny, and he couldn’t help but notice that she was currently staring at the bulge in his pants. Her jaw was partially slack, and she looked like she was nearly drooling at the sight of it.
He was tempted to make a move, but didn’t dare risk anything—not with her. “Yeah, I can tell it is.”
Zecora shied away, nervously poking the ground. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable, Anon hastily tried to shift the focus of the conversation, even if only partly.
He waggled the potion in his hand, eyeing her. “So what was this? Is it a part of your potion?”
Zecora nodded. “Yes…it’s a fertility potion…”
“Wait, the kind that basically guarantees pregnancy? How does that go into an anti heat potion?” he pressed.
She tapped on her cauldron. “With the proper ingredients I can make a brew to trick a mare’s heat.” She gestured towards the potion Anon held. “And that potion is the key to having an estrus beat.”
“So…when that shopkeeper was talking about me…”
Zecora’s blush somehow grew a shade deeper. “She…thought it was for you to…increase your seed…” She gnawed her lip. “To use with me…so we may…breed…”
The room went silent after her words, as the two remained standing awkwardly. A line of lust beaded down Zecora’s thigh after her remark, a clear sign that what she just said did arouse her. Anon picked up on this, and with the silence hanging in the air, he took a moment to think.
He was scared, horribly so. The last thing he ever wanted was to tarnish his relationship with Zecora. He didn’t know why she and him never hooked up, but maybe she just felt the same way. Maybe she simply was scared of harming their friendship if they did get it on. Though, at this moment he had a friend in need—his most important friend. A painfully sexy one, and a need that he’d be especially fond of satisfying. Risking it all, he heaved air into his lungs and spoke.
“Well…” He took a shaky breath, his nerves spiking. “Why not?”
Zecora blinked wildly, looking up at him. “W-what?!”
He raised his hands in defense, panic partially consuming him. “I m-mean, why not let me help your heat? Maybe?” He cringed at his own words, his anxiety consuming me. “Agh! I mean…erm…”
He immediately choked, finding his nerves far too much to handle. In some poetic irony, his overwhelming care for Zecora was what was making him flounder the arguably most important thing he’d ever say to her. He feared harming their bond with such a suggestion too much that he forgot the basics of just speaking.
“Because I’m scared to ask…”
He froze, throwing his attention up towards Zecora. She was rubbing her foreleg with her other one, avoiding eye contact, and was taking shaky breaths.
“For you to do such a task…”
A mixture of relief and guilt washed over Anon. She seemed to take his suggestion well, but he also felt awful that she didn’t feel safe enough to ask him. Though, there was a good chance she had the same worries he did.
Composing himself, he replied. “Why?”
“It’s just…you’re such a lovely friend, my best without a doubt,” she answered, gulping. “I’ve feared what may happen if we went down such a route.”
She did have the same worries as him.
Every ounce of anxiety Anon felt was rapidly morphed into confidence. He wanted to comfort his friend, to show her nothing would tear them apart, and most importantly, to show her he was more than fine with taking things even further. He’d sacrifice his amorous lifestyle in a heartbeat for her, and he’d make her his special somepony just as fast.
Coming up to her, he bent down, cupping her cheek in his palm. “Zecora…”
She looked up at him sheepishly, her gorgeous eyes shimmering and wavering with the slightest bit of a tear in them. “I’m…I’m sorry. I’ve thought about it for a long time, and I’ve hated knowing you probably would hate doing that with me - mmmph!?”
Her tone was serious and lacked a rhyme, but Anon didn’t care, not this time. Suddenly lunging forward, he pulled her into a kiss. She was surprised at first, instinctively pulling back, but as his lips pressed into her own, her body began to relax. He felt her shoulders, felt her calm, and before long, she returned his gesture.
Her lips caressed his own, her eyes fluttering closer as she slowly wrapped her forelegs around him. They embraced, both in one anothers’ grasps and lips, both savoring the momentous occasion. Anon had a rule, he never never kissed a mare like this—not unless they felt different.
And Zecora felt different.
He held her close, laying onto his back as she held him close, never breaking their kiss.
This felt different.
She made the first move, possibly due to her heat, as she pressed her tongue against his lips, forcing it into his mouth.
But this didn’t feel off.
He fought against her tongue, engaging into a duel with her own as their gentle kiss turned into an intense make out. They drooled over each other, moans creeping past their lips and muffling into one another mouths as they became all the more passionate.
This felt right.
He guided his hands down her back, caressing it gently and earning a shiver out of her. Moving further down, he found his target, something he had been yearning to feel for well over a year. Gripping down, he squeezed her fat asscheeks in his hands, caressing them, spreading them, and even delivering a single, hard smack. She let out a pleasurable moan as he did, and he found himself filled to the brim with joy as she giggled right after.
Zecora felt right.
They each pulled away from each other with a gasp, saliva connecting their tongues as they each panted. They looked into each other's eyes, wonder and bewilderment both within each, as they heaved air into their lungs. Both held blushes deep as rubies, their bodies were slick with sweat from their passionate make out, and they were both clearly needing more.
“So…what do you think now?” Anon cooed.
Zecora shot up, whirling around in place. Lowering her torso, she raised her ass up in the air. Her tail was flagged high and proud, as she thrusted her hips back and gave her thick asscheeks a firm, solid clap.
“After such a comforting and eye opening kiss.” She gave another hard twerk of her ass. “I want you to rail me into absolute, sheer bliss.”
The sight of her wobbling, plump flanks clapping before him sent a rush of blood to Anon’s cock. The kiss he had just shared with Zecora was massive, the apex of his romantic exchanges in this world, but with such passion comes lust—and it was clear they both yearned to alleviate it. Seeing that she had thrown aside her reservations, her leaking pussy winking rapidly for him, he too began to indulge himself.
Eyeing up Zecora’s ass, he felt his heart flutter as his cock throbbed. She was perfect in every way. He never felt like this before, and he was going to savor every last second with the mare of his dreams. Coming up behind her, he raised his hand, giving her cheek a single, hard slap. She yelped with surprise from the strike, moaning with pleasure soon after, as he used his hands to squeeze and grope her plump rump.
“No way am I jumping straight to railing you!” he exclaimed, spanking her again. “You’re perfect, Zecora, and I’m gonna savor every last inch of you.”
Spreading her asscheeks apart, he gave himself an even better view of her glistening holes. Her pussy was tempting as could be, but between those striped buns of hers he focused on one thing—that sweaty, perky ponut. Unable to resist, having fantasized about it endless times, he brought his face right up to her backdoor.
Pressing his nose against it, he took a deep, sharp breath. All creatures in Equestria smelled and tasted amazing, but Zecora smelt divine. Nuzzling his nose against her asshole further, he basked in her aroma. Exotic, yet familiar, her scent was a mix of wild herbs and earthy bliss—a mixture that made Anon crave more.
“O-oh! I did not expect my p-ponut to attract you, I figured my pussy would do! Nnnngh!”
As she spoke, Anon made his next move. Taking in one lust-addicting breath of her musk, he brought his lips to her tailhole and dove right in. His mouth caressed her backdoor, as his tongue dutifully went to work rimming her. Swirling around the edge of that black asshole of hers, he savored the euphoric taste she afforded. The taste of her ponut was akin to her scent, as he began to tongue punch her delectable hole with fury. A hint of salt became mixed into things as her sweat added to the overwhelming flavor assailing his taste buds. He gripped onto her fat ass hard, using it to hold his ground as he lapped at her backdoor with carnal fury.
She offered the most unique and delicious taste he’d ever encountered in his time here. To say his hopes were being exceeded would be an understatement. She was somehow even better than he had hoped. Still, slobbering all over her asshole was just part of his plan.
Pulling his lips away from her ponut, drinking in the look of it coated in his saliva and her sweat, he eyed her pussy. “Now, why don’t I sample this next~”
“W-Wait!”
Her outburst surprised Anon. “Huh? What’s wrong?”
“To focus all the attention on me would be immoral.” She cutely smiled back at him, clapping her ass once more. “Why don’t I also give you some oral?~”
Her growing comfort and confidence worked wonders on Anon, as he hastily began unbuckling his pants. Throwing them down and his underwear soon after, he let his cock shoot up and be presented in all its glory. Zecora’s eyes went wide upon seeing his massive length, beginning to clap her rump excitedly.
“You wanna slurp all over my cock, hmm?”
Zecora nodded furiously. “Yes! All this time my mind has been focused on your cock! And right now it looks hard as a rock!”
He came up behind her, slapping his member between her bouncing asscheeks, savoring the feeling of her instantly grinding against him. “Feels hard too, doesn’t it?~”
She let out a moan as it slid along her pussy, teasing her for what would come later. “Mnnngh ~ Yes, s-so hard and thick! S-such a perfect dick!” She twerked on his shaft harder, eyes filled with lust. “Lay o-on your back! Your cock is what my mouth currently lacks!”
Reluctantly pulling away from the impromptu assjob he had been receiving, Anon complied. Throwing off his shirt to be fully naked, he laid back on the soft carpet on Zecora’s floor. Glancing up, he saw her smugly looking back at him, as she swayed her hips and began to walk backwards.
Her ass jiggled with every step she took, as her generous tits swayed from side to side. Backing up towards him, and carefully stepped over his body, until her pussy loomed just over his face. A trail of her essence leaked from her engorged cunt, dripping down her thigh and showcasing just how unfathomably horny she was.
Anon was in love with the view, finally able to eye up her hefty tits. They weren’t as big as Mrs. Cake’s or Fluttershy’s but Zecora’s tits were definitely on the larger side. More than big enough for him to slap his cock between and give him a good titfuck, and tempting enough that he yearned to latch his lips onto them and suck them all over.
Yet right now Zecora was the one focused on sucking.
Leaning down, she brought her muzzle to his groin, immediately pressing her nose against it. She shuddered as his earthy scent flooded her sinuses, and let out a moan as she huffed in even more of his scent.
“Enjoying the smell?~” he teased.
“Your aroma…it’s addicting I must say.” She pressed her nose into the region where his shaft and nuts met, letting out another deep moan. “I c-could breathe - haaa - it in for the whole entire day!”
Anon reached up, caressing her thick thighs. “Good girl ~ You smell amazing too you know - unf!”
Without warning, Zecora moved to the tip of his cock, opened her mouth, and dove straight down. With one fluid motion she pushed his entire length down her throat, hilting him within her. Holding him there for a moment, sliding her tongue around the base of his shaft, she pulled back up. Stopping at his tip, she swirled her tongue around it and then dove right back down.
She began to routinely bob her head up and down, slurping all over his dick. The sound of her efforts filled the air, as she hungrily deepthroated him. The rush of pleasure Anon received earned a moan from his lips, and, looking up, he found himself faced with a face full of zebra ass.
Slamming her rump down onto his face, Zecora ground herself against him. He didn’t need to be told what to do, grabbing her asscheeks and spreading them with haste. The intense, addictive smell of being smothered by her ass sent Anon in a realm of bliss unknown to him before. He gave her ponut a few licks and kisses in passing, before moving his mouth towards her pussy.
He was more than eager to return the favor, immediately sliding his tongue along the winking folds of her marehood. He felt her moan around his cock as he did, sending a spike of pleasure through him as a reward. Deciding to go in as hard as she was sucking him off, he pressed his face into her and lapped at her cunt with fury.
The two 69’d with passionate desire, both fully intent of pleasuring the other into another realm of bliss. She throated his massive cock with ease, something only Mayor Mare, Rarity, and Rainbow Dash had managed to do in the past, and with that she also moved her tongue to caress his shaft as she worked. Her bobbing was constant, fast, and horribly satisfying, making Anon’s legs twitch with delight.
Though his legs weren’t the only ones spasming with pleasure, as her hind legs quaked each time he drove his tongue into her. Licking furiously at her snatch, Anon wanted to make sure she was experiencing the same levels of satisfaction he was. Occasionally stopping his lapping to suckle on her engorged clit, earning a throaty moan around his cock from her each time he did, he created a rotation. Slurping her delicious juices for a few moments, then moving to suckle on her clit for a brief stint, he’d repeat the process over and over and assail her with a pleasurable onslaught.
The two kept at it for what felt like hours, happily savoring the taste and scent of one another’s nethers, but things had to take a turn for the better sooner than later. Anon could feel the inklings of a climax brewing within him, and, from how much more her legs were twitching, he knew Zecora was too. Having his face bathed in her marish juices while she gulped down his cum did sound great, but he had a better idea.
Raising his hand, he smacked her ass hard, gaining him the result he had hoped for. Pulling her head back and letting out a moan, while instinctively pressing her rump into his face harder, Zecora groaned and looked back at him.
“You - nnngh - really enjoy my fat ass, don’t you?” she cooed, her voice sultry and slow. “Heh, you do have quite the good view~”
Pushing her ass up, so he could breathe and properly speak, Anon licked her juices off his lips. “Guilty as charged ~ Though, I wanna step things up~”
Zecora raised a brow. “How so?”
He spanked her again, nudging his head towards the nearby table. “Go lay on there, my sexy little zebra~”
Blushing at his choice of words, Zecora shakily rose up. Her rear was coated in her lust, sweat, and some of Anon’s saliva, highlighting every last curve it had even better than before. She reached her destination, placing her forehooves on the table and angling her ass back.
“Like this? Or is something amiss?”
Seeing her bent over on the table was a sight to behold, but not exactly what Anon had wanted. “Get on it fully, and lay on your side.”
She raised a brow, lifting herself up onto it and laying down. “Okay, is this better?” She scrunched her muzzle, eyeing his cock. “Please hurry up, I can’t deal with being any wetter~”
Anon stood up, his raging hard-on tall and proud as he approached her. The way her eyes were glued on his shaft turned him on more than he’d like to admit, but he also found her near entranced look downright adorable. Coming up before her, he grabbed her hind legs, pushing them towards her belly while angling her ass towards the edge of the table.
She gulped, watching him angle his cock towards her slavering snatch, as he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. Gliding his dick towards her, he slowly ground it against her slit. Her pussy angrily winked against his shaft, little, excited moans escaping her as he teased her.
He had dreamed of this situation, dreamed of finding the right mare, and right now everything felt perfect. He caressed her ass with his free hand, feeling her shuddering form. They had plenty of room to work with in case they got rough, as nothing was on the table beyond the fertility potion Anon had hastily placed on it when they started their fun.
He kept an eye on the brew, noting it was within arms reach. He didn’t think Zecora would be willing to do what his mind was theorizing, heck, he wasn’t sure himself, but he’d keep the potion’s presence in mind.
Sliding his cock along her slit further, squeezing her plump rump as he did, Anon smiled down at her. “You ready? Are we really gonna do this?”
“Y-yes!” she moaned, eyes fluttering. “I blew your dick and you ate my ass! I think we’re both past our hesitation-based impasse!”
Her words were all Anon needed to hear. Shifting his hips back, keeping her on her side, he brought the head of his cock to her entrance and plunged right in. In an instant, his cock was enveloped by her walls, as they caressed and pleasured it with fury. Each inch of his dick felt like it was drowning in the overwhelming bliss her depths provided. The healthy amount of his saliva and marish juices that her pussy was drenched in made sliding into even her taut depths a measure easier, and before long he had hilted within her.
“Ooooh g-goddesssss,” Zecora groaned, her eyes already beginning to roll back.
He took a sharp breath, his tip kissing her fertile womb as his entire length was within her pleasurable grasp. Squeezing her asscheek once more, he pulled his hand back and slammed it down against her flank. She let out a moan of pained pleasure as her plump flesh rippled from the strike, a red mark in the shape of his hand left from his blow. She shuddered, her pussy clenching down on him even harder, before he finally couldn’t wait any longer.
Pivoting his hips, he began to rail Zecora with reckless abandon. A constant clapping sound filled the air as he slammed into her over and over again. Her mouth hung open, a sea of moans leaving her as she was fucked silly. He didn’t slow down at any point, lurching her body back with every thrust he made, before using his hands to pull her closer to him again each time he pulled out.
Her pussy was greater than even an angel’s embrace, filling every nerve within his length with a pleasure unlike any other. He had fucked many mares in his time here, but Zecora felt so much better than he could’ve dreamed. Her wetness, tightness, and the way her walls squeezed him with whorish expertise—it was perfection.
“Nnngh ~ F-fuck! I love your body, Zecora!”
She leaned her head back and let loose a guttural moan, eyes fluttering as he crushed her g-spot. “You - aahn - do?~” She tried to smugly smile at him, but her attempt was sundered as she was overwhelmed by his cock. “I-I’m quite - haa - fond of yours too!”
He lavished in the feeling of her pussy, but couldn’t help but smile at her adorable attempt to act smug. She was perfect in every way. Sweet, loving, caring, and wise, with a smoking body on top of it all, she was everything he wanted in a lover. Sure, there were other ponies with similar traits, but Zecora just felt right. He couldn’t deny it, couldn’t deny his feelings, and couldn’t deny his urge to say what he desperately wanted to.
“And - unf - I love you.”
Even through her daze of lust, her mouth loosely hanging open and her eyes rolled back, Zecora suddenly snapped to clear attention and looked back at him with her full focus. Even as he continued to pump into her, only subtle moans escaped under her breath, as she stared right into his eyes. He had no clue how she managed to suddenly compose herself in the midst of being fucked silly, but he prayed it was for a good reason.
To his surprise, she reached up with a foreleg, pulled his head down, and kissed him deeply. There wasn’t any tongue action, or any resistance on either side, as they embraced one another’s lips with one emotion and one emotion only—love. They held each other close, Anon’s thrusting slowed, and eventually they passionately kissed as he remained still within her.
A minute or so passed, before she let go of his head, pulling away from him and smiling. “For so long, I’ve wished to hear that I’m the mare you love.” She blushed, averting her gaze. “And to hear it now, I must thank my stars above…”
Anon found himself blushing as well, realizing what she was implying, and realizing what this meant for them. Their feelings were mutual, passionate, and long overdue to have been admitted. Truthfully, he felt this way for her for months, maybe well over a year, and just never realized it due to his own fear of ruining their bond. But here he was, cock deep in her pussy, hand squeezing her ass, and lips recently locked with her own, as he and her both admitted their love for one another—at least he believed as such.
“Let me just clarify. Is that your way of saying-“
“I love you too,” she finished, beaming up at him. “I promise you these feelings are not out of the blue.”
His heart raced, as Anon glanced back at the fertility potion. He was always a bit spontaneous, but something about that potion felt right. Her convulsing depths told him she was close to an orgasm, and he too from the pleasure said depths gave him. He knew it, that he finally found the mare he yearned for, and finally found the one he wished to be with.
Picking up the fertility potion, he swished it in his hand before her. “Zecora…I don’t know how to ask this, but…” he took a deep breath, “the idea of starting a family with a mare as perfect as you would - wha?!”
He had intended to finish his emotional speech, but before he knew it she had snatched the potion out of his hands, popped the lid, and chugged it down. Tossing it behind her, her body briefly shimmering with magic, she licked her lips and eyed him with lust.
“Your foal with me was destined to be,” she cooed. “Now, my love, come and breed me!”
Anon couldn’t miss the way she purposely emphasized love, giving him all the confidence he needed. He was going to pump this mare full of his spunk and knock her up, and he couldn’t be happier. Wrapping his arm around the back of her neck again, he took a deep breath and gave her everything he had.
With intense, lustful fury he pounded into her. Her eyes instantly rolled back, her mouth went slack, and she let loose a frenzy of moans from her deepest depths. Her pussy clenched down on him like a vice, eager to be filled with his foal-bearing seed, and thankfully for her, he was seconds away from that.
“C-come on - nngh - and fill my womb!” she screamed between moans. “So the - hnnng - foal we’re destined to have may begin to - mmmph - bloom! Nnnnnngh!”
She threw her head back, moaned with the deeper lust she had so far, and surged her marish juices onto his groin. Her body spasmed and twitched as she came, her walls convulsing and squeezing down onto Anon in the perfect way.
The perfect way to push him to the edge.
Thrusting with carnal fury, spanking her ass one final time and leaving yet another mark on her asscheek, he pulled back nearly entirely before slamming back in with every ounce of strength he had. Her body lurched backwards, her flank rippled, and she let out an even deeper moan, as his climax struck him with the force of a collapsing star. Rope after rope of his fertile spunk surged into her depths, flooding her womb with immense ease. Magic danced across her body as she was filled, signifying that what he was hoping for had been accomplished.
She was pregnant.
Anon’s climax didn’t calm with the news of her impregnation, as he soon had his cum gushing out of her womb and painting her walls white. It was the greatest orgasm he had ever experienced, and the most cum he had ever shot into a mare, and it was all for her.
The minute or two that their climax lasted felt like an eternity to them, as it sealed their relationship as just friends away. No longer were they to be shy or awkward, as with their mutual orgasms a new step in their lives had begun. No longer simply friends, but now lovers—lovers who were now meant to start a family.
They heaved air into their lungs, slowly approaching the ends of their individual bliss. Releasing the back of her neck, Anon placed both hands on the table to stabilize himself, finding himself needing a second to breathe. With her head no longer supported, Zecora gently lowered it to the table, laying fully on her side as she smiled with equal parts cocklust and joy.
After a few more moments of heavy breathing, wiping away sweat, and satisfied giggles, Anon slowly began to pull out of her. With an audible spurt of cum, his cock escaped her depths, as his seed drooled out of her and ran down her asscheek. She let out a sharp moan as he did it, finding herself blushing up at him soon after.
“So, Mother-To-Be,” he cooed, reaching down and caressing her face. “How about you and I take a much needed nap?”
She leaned into his hand, almost sounding like she was purring. “That sounds lovely, but first, you must fulfill one final task.” She giggled, winking at him. “Isn’t there a question for me that you must ask?”
For a second Anon couldn’t tell what she was implying, but, after ruminating in his mind for a moment, he caught on. “Heh, you’re a dork.”
“Perhaps, but with this question I’ll be your dork.”
“Not a rhyme~”
“Oh hush!”
Chuckling to himself, he brushed her mane gently and smirked. “Alright, alright. Zecora, would you like to be my special somepony?”
“Absolutely~” she quickly replied, pulling him into another kiss.
Anon slid his hands under her and slowly lifted her up, keeping their kiss intact as he turned around. Carefully waltzing to her bed, making sure to not trip or fall, and more importantly not break their first kiss as proper lovers, he slowly placed her down into it.
With their kiss breaking as he began to shimmy into her bed, he laid down beside her. She scooted closer to him, wrapping her forelegs around him and nuzzling her muzzle against his chest. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder underneath her, letting her rest in the crux of his shoulder. They laid there, basking in their afterglow and satisfaction, each realizing just how different their lives were going to be from now on.
Anon didn’t care. He was beyond excited to start a family with Zecora. Sure, his days of being a playboy with mares was over—he was spoken for now after all! But spending more time with Zecora, making her laugh, ogling the inevitable amazing look of her pregnant body, and much much more, had him holding only high hopes for the future. He had done it, he had found the perfect mare, and she was sitting in front of him this entire time. He cherished Zecora for so long, and finally, it had come full circle. Though, most importantly, as he laid in the bed, with her now quietly snoring beside him, one thing was clear.
Everything felt right.
