Smashing Diamond Pillars

by EpicGamer10075

Rating: mature
Tags: Profanity, Zecora, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rarity, Porn, Sex
Length: 10840

Her morning tea spiked, Rarity is left with a huge cock and enflamed in lust. She knows that Zecora is the only one that can help her deal with this problem, bu her idea of 'deal with' is a bit different than Rarity's.

When Rarity woke up that morning, she didn't expect she'd have to deal with a massive cock growing from her crotch.
She only wanted to do her work, but this tool would never stay down, but she knows Zecora can help her with it. However, the Zebra's idea of what that means is quite a bit different...

Cover Art: 2359022 on Derpibooru

Submissive futa Rarity x dominant muscular Zecora clop

Kinks:

Futa

Semi-Hyper

Overwhelming Lust

Muscles

Excessive Cum

Mild Cumflation

Published 2024-09-18 01:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-09-18 01:50:00 UTC

Sex is the Best Medicine

“Ohh... mfff...”

Those moans echoed across the tiled walls, permeating the elegant bathroom and sullying it with their debauchery.

“Aghh... w-what the.. fuck..!”

Rarity stood amidst the walls, stark naked and sweat dampening her brow as precum trailed down the length of her cock.

Her thick, veiny, purple cock, which she very much did not have even ten minutes ago. She was simply in the midst of her morning routine; wake up, brush through her unruly bed-mane and tail, steep and drink some calming, yet energizing (and surprisingly bitter, though that was probably just over-steeped) tea, feed and make sure Opal wasn’t tearing up her dresses, check on Sweetie Belle, then fully style her mane and tail for the day ahead—however, that’s where things went wrong. During that lengthy and laborious task, she felt an uncomfortable heat coming from her crotch and soon flooding into the rest of her body, and so she went to the bathroom to strip off her nightgown and see what the problem was... but she never expected that it would be this.

How could this happen to her!? How did this happen to her!?

Rarity had Fluttershy set up flowers in her garden the day before, and perhaps there was some poison joke in there neither of them were aware of? Or, perhaps this was simply a dream—a very vivid dream, one where she could feel intimately the heat and throbbing of her newly-formed shaft in her hand as she tenderly gripped it, the unmentionable fluids dampening the thing feeling so slick as she traced her fingers across its length, and the pearlescent sheathe and hefty balls that hung below swinging about as they felt so full of seed...

“Ohhhhhh...” She couldn’t help but moan out as her hand instinctively wrapped around her girthy cock and slowly stroked down its length, feeling the faint pressure electrify her nerves and stoke the flames of lust that burned so brightly within her loins. The smell of the thing soon struck her as well; a potent brew of musk, so salty and earthy that she nearly swooned at the first whiff alone, and the masculinity of it felt so wrong on a delicate mare like herself, yet it felt so good...

After a moment, Rarity took a sharp inhale and shook herself. She couldn’t be doing this, not here, not now; she was a lady, after all, and ladies were proper. They did not debase themselves by engaging with such primal and bestial activities like getting off on one’s own musk or masturbating so early in the morning—she hadn’t even finished doing her mane, for Faust’s sake!

Huffing to herself, she pulled her hand away from her throbbing, needy dick and turned around, then leaned down to pick her nightgown, which she had haphazardly dropped on the floor in her rush to find out what was wrong with her. As she did so, she could feel her meaty pillar and pendulous balls wobble about with her movements, and the former stood in her way as she reached down to the floor, protruding out with enough length to butt in right between her eyes and the gown. Gosh, it was so big... easily bigger than any normal stallion’s dick she had taken before, and must’ve reached to, or even past her knees if laid along them.

Shaking her head once more, she leaned further down and picked up the nightgown, then stood back up—promptly attempting to ignore the swaying of her maremeat and swinging of her turgid testes—and headed out of the bathroom and back over to her bedroom to finish up her mane and tail, as well as get dressed so that she may head out to seek a way to resolve this mess.

That proved to be far more difficult than Rarity thought it had any right to be.

The big, fat cock was... distracting, to say the least. Its length got in her way as she moved about and brushed her locks, and her balls made it hard to cross her legs, as she preferred to do while getting herself ready. The musk quickly permeated her room as well, flooding into her nostrils and constantly urging to grab ahold of her dick and jerk it off with all her might, splurting out all that pent-up semen so that she may get some peace—but she did not give in. She was a Lady, after all.

However, far more trouble came when she tried to get dressed. She previously imagined that the scent of her musk may have seemed unsightly all on its own, and requiring a lot of perfume to throw other ponies off its scent (quite literally!), but she forgot to consider the sheer girth of her new meaty rod.

With a skirt, there was no way she could let the stallionhood hang downward and remain hidden, as most skirts were simply too short, and those that were longer ended up letting the thing push out through the fabric, showing off all her length in the front and her big, fat balls in all their heft on the back. Dresses were out for much the same reason, and so she went on to pants; she could barely fit the tighter ones around her massive girth, and it ended up showing in full detail on the outside, but even the roomier pants couldn’t keep the weight of her shaft in check so that it might not constantly brush against the inside, making her even hornier than when she put them on.

With dismay, Rarity concluded that she needed something far more encompassing and thick to actually hold down the weight and keep concealed her new length from any potential onlookers, and so on top of a purple skirt—to prevent the thing from wobbling about too much—a complete lack of panties—there’s no way they’d fit around that thing, or even help restrain their wobbling—a lacy pink bra—she could stop her lovely and moderately-sized breasts from wobbling about, thank you very much—a plain pink blouse—the type vests and suit jackets would be worn atop—and a pair of purple wedge heels, she wore a thick burgundy coat and a deep purple hat—both to complete the look and hide her lustful blushing... despite the fact that it was quite warm outside and she’d get a few odd looks.

Or, was getting, as the case may be.

The thick attire certainly felt warm as she trotted through town, the looks she was getting making her more uncomfortable than ever, despite the lack of any bewilderment at her crotch-meat bulging out. No, she had made certain that such bulging wasn’t happening back in her shop, and the looks of those around her was just the usual ‘Oh, Rarity’s being a mysterious drama-queen again’ look they had when she donned this coat and hat. Now, she couldn’t fathom why exactly they’d ever think such things, but she had bigger priorities at the moment.

Notably, getting to the edge of town and into the Everfree Forest to find Zecora. If anyone could figure out why she had a bloody cock, the mystical and mysterious Zebra would be the one. No offense to Twilight, but biology was never her specialty, nor was keeping calm when something unusual happened. And this was... quite unusual.

Of course, getting through the forest itself would be an issue, though perhaps Fluttershy could help her with that as she was on the way, even if that may require telling the poor, innocent mare of the depravity that had stricken her... No, it’d be best to keep her in the dark on the matter, and suffice to say, Rarity’s other friends would only make things worse. No doubt Pinkie would throw a cursed party for the thing, and Applejack would have a hard time keeping the reason for Rarity’s own odd actions that day a secret. And Rainbow Dash...

Well, speak of the Draconequus...

Rarity felt the bursts of wind before she saw the light blue Pegasus dash past her, then flap her wings to dance around the other Pony with a grin on her face. “Hey, what’s with the getup today, Rares?” She asked of the Unicorn, amusement in her expression as she eyed the coat and hat.

“Oh, nothing much, Darling...” Rarity uttered back, attempting to channel the ‘mysterious’ aura she usually had in this outfit, though it did come out a bit strained through her subdued lust, “I’m simply searching for something.”

“Oh yeah?” The Pegasus replied, only seeming more invested in getting answers, “You ain’t trying to hide anything, are you?”

The other mare forced her eyes to roll, feeling her face heat up further in nervousness, and she shot back, “Hardly, Darling. Just because I hide my face like this doesn’t mean I am hiding something, you know.”

“Oh, ‘course not,” Dash waved it off sarcastically, “And you’re also totally not headed for the Everfree ‘cuz you’re all normal and don’t need that thing you’re hiding fixed by Zecora, yeah?”

That was markedly on point for the less-than-observant Pegasus, so Rarity squinted back at her beneath her hat in suspicion and questioned her, “Oh? And what you know about I may potentially be ‘hiding’, hmm?”

Dash’s smirk only grew at that, and she retorted, “Oh, I don’t know, maybe just somethin’ weird in your tea that’s been causing problems for you?”

The way the mare said ‘problems’ with such a lustful undercurrent made Rarity even surer that she knew of what had happened, but what about the tea...?

A faint gasp escaped her as she remembered; her tea tasted wrong. And if Rainbow Dash knew of it, and why she’d be headed to Zecora’s...

“You scoundrel...” She growled out, glaring up at the other Pony.

However, that only made Dash cackle at her in response, “Hahahahaha! I wish I coulda seen how you looked when you saw it!”

Gritting her teeth, Rarity’s whole body flared up with heat in her rage, and she lit up her horn to grab ahold of that troublemaker at put her in her place, but the Pegasus reacted too quickly, giving a sharp flap of her wings to dart away from the enraged Unicorn. She continued laughing as she flew around Rarity, only angering her further as she repeatedly tried and failed to grab or simply blast Dash out of the air.

“How big is it, filly?!” Dash called out through her whirling motions, “I wanna see watcha got down there!”

Huffing in frustration, Rarity exploded her magic out in all directions to slam the other Pony out of the air, then sharply swiveled in place to face her stunned form on the ground, and grabbed ahold of her with her magic and yanked her over, pressing her into the ground face up and stomping a heel into her chest. Seething with anger and panting from the magical exertion, her body felt like it was on fire as she glared down at the mare below her, swearing at her, “Do you really have to be so asinine today, Rainbow Dash?! You know damn well I don’t put up well with your pranks, and I thought you would’ve respected me enough to not ruin my day with your debauchery!”

The Pegasus was slightly dazed at first, needing some time to register what Rarity was shouting at her, and while her initial reaction was that of shock, her face slowly gained a blush as she looked to eye up the mare on top of her, who, after finishing berating the other Pony, squinted in vexation at her response. “Cut that out, you bloody pervert,” She sneered after a moment, understanding the general ‘dynamic’ of the position they were currently in, “You really ought to have some capacity for shame, you know.”

Dash didn’t seem to be paying much attention, her blush only growing stronger while her breathing seemed to pick up in pace, out of both lust as well as... fear? “Damn...” She muttered breathily, “I prolly shoulda taken that thing myself if it works that well...”

Even more baffled, Rarity didn’t immediately deign to give that a response, instead just trying to figure out what the fuck the mare was talking about. Soon enough though, her eyes found Dash’s, which were distinctly trained on a part of Rarity’s body below her waist...

A sharp, horrified gasp escaped her as she saw her cock, which was more erect than ever and throbbing as it pushed outward the fabric of her coat, giving a very distinct tent to it. Now that she was once again aware of her cock, she could feel the thing as well, the heat suffusing her body turning into an inferno within her genitals, making her cock so painfully erect and her balls so tense and needy—her emotions had gotten the better of her unfamiliar organ, and with the mare below her, under her boot even, so flushed and vulnerable with her legs splayed open, naught but a thin pair of shorts and panties stopping her from ramming her tool so deep within that troublemaker’s snatch—

No! She shook her head vigorously to clear the lust from her mind, then looked around her, and she quickly found the Everfree Forest that was her destination, but she took note of the odd few Ponies surrounding the encounter, none of them close enough to get a clear view of that fat tent she was pitching—she hoped, at least—and grabbed and pressed her cock up to lay more flush against her chest, and winced at the sudden shock of pleasure as she did so. Stepping off of Dash, she quickly ran towards the forest, only shooting back at the other mare in shame and anger, “Screw you, Rainbow Dash!”

“Screw me yourself, coward!” Dash called back, and her voice soon faded into the distance as Rarity fled.

In hindsight, it was a poor decision to head straight into the Everfree without anyone else to keep her safe, but she already was quite a ways in by the time her embarrassment and rage cooled down, though the erection that came with them had only partially subsided. Rarity’s cock was now only semi-erect, and still presented a decent bulge out through her coat, sliding across the inside of the fabric as the weighty thing wobbled back and forth just a bit with every cautious step she took. It must’ve been that alone that kept stoking the embers of her lust, the heat still there deep within her, just waiting for the next chance to flare up, making her cock grow erect and throb once more, her balls shooting their endless supply of spunk across whomever may have incurred her lust so.

Taking a deep sigh as she tried to control herself, the mare was at least thankful that she was avoiding any real hassle within the forest, her thick and dark clothes seeming to help blend her in quite well into the dark depths of the cursed place, as well as keeping the musk and general scent of her body cloaked from all the wild beasts that made this place their home.

After some further walking through the darkness and past the brambles and branches that so wished to tear open her coat, she managed to spot the large, carved-out tree that was her destination, and so spend up her pace towards it. The building looked as eerie, yet inviting as always, but it still gave Rarity a sense of dread as she looked at it; she knew she’d have to tell the Zebra of the... shameful thing that had happened to her, despite all the pride and chastity she liked to hold herself with. She did know quite well how good said Zebra was at keeping secrets, but even just the idea of having to present this cursed new portion of her body made her gulp in fear.

All too soon, she arrived at the face of the house and stood before it for several seconds, just biding her time as she tried to reconcile with what she came all the way out there—but at the same time, she still stood within the dreaded Everfree Forest, and its gloom had already creeped into her mind. She knew damn well it would only get worse, and so she shook herself and quickly knocked on the door, hoping her terror didn’t show in her knock as she tried to compose herself and—

The door opened, throwing the Pony off-guard as Zecora stood just within the tree, looking curiously out at who had gone so far out of their way to find her. “Oh, hello Rarity and welcome, though I do wish to ask why you have come,” She spoke her foreign, yet somewhat elegant voice, but Rarity herself had hardly processed that, as her attention was far more on the Zebra’s body.

It was large and strong in a number of ways, from the form that stood taller and built wider than Rarity, to her breasts that swelled outward under her top, and to the wide and firm hips that supported her, but above all else were her muscles. Rarity had always had an affinity for such masculinity, but it appearing in such a fashion on such a mysterious mare drove her mad with lust—in likely part due to the added masculinity of her own.

With only a loincloth and what could generously be called a crop-top, both made of a brown fabric that did little other than cover the femininities of the mare, Zecora’s muscles were all too visible, with those of her arms bulging just a bit with her strength, but still callused with her precision and care. Her legs were much the same, only clearly swelling with even more power as they supported the weight above them, but her ab muscles were the real showstopper; a network of them interlocked across her lower chest, each of them defined with their core strength that their owner had built up over what must’ve been years, and showing themselves off on full display, eager for other mares (and perhaps stallions) to stare and drool at.

...Oh dear, Rarity was staring and drooling, wasn’t she?

Quickly shaking herself, she looked up at the Zebra’s eyes to tell her why she had come, but Zecora’s eyes weren’t on her own; instead they were focused downward on the Unicorn’s crotch—

And all of a sudden, the realization made Rarity feel just how hard her cock had gotten once more, and how visible it was through her coat as she saw it.

Her face burned as she looked away, but a good-natured chuckle from Zecora kept her ears on the mare when she spoke, “I now see what you have come here, ‘little’ mare, and I am flattered by the lust that comes when you stare. Still,” She went on, backing into her home and gesturing her guest inside, “We both know you ought to come in here, even if you may show no real signs of fear.”

Gulping in shame, Rarity pressed her length back up to her chest and quickly trotted into the warmly lit tree-house, letting Zecora close the door behind her.

“Now that you are safe and sound,” The Zebra spoke, though Rarity couldn’t manage to look back at her through her embarrassment, “May you tell me why you are as hung as a hound?”

Shuffling further inside, the other mare kept her stallionhood pressed flush to her chest, able to feel its throbbing heat through her shirt, only strengthening her reluctance to speak of it. However, she had hardly came all this way for nothing, and so, with a deep breath, turned around just enough so that she could look over at Zecora and answered, “W-well, R-Rainbow Dash decided to... prank me, a-as it were, and she.. put some potion in my tea...”

“Ahh...” The other mare quickly replied in understanding, thankfully preventing the shamed Unicorn from having to elaborate further, “I suppose I am to blame for this plight; I made that potion for her, for ‘a special night’.” That made Rarity lightly gasp in surprise, but after some further thought, it seemed silly to consider such a potion coming from anywhere else. “This deception wasn’t something I anticipated from Rainbow Dash, even if it is quite like her to act so rash, but it is now clear to me why it is you came, and I will say I can make something to return your genitals to that of a dame.”

Somehow blushing even harder at the casual mention of ‘genitals’, Rarity averted her eyes, but did grow a thankful smile. “G-good. Can you p-please make that ‘something’ for m-me now?” She then asked, hopeful that the helpful Zebra would bring a swift end to this horrible idea of a ‘prank’.

However, the Zebra in question had a different idea. “I could make it right now, but I do believe it would be a waste. The potion I made wears off in less than a day, so you need not make haste.”

“What—but—” Rarity started in response, then growled as she jerked her head around and faced the other mare, careful to keep her cock held down, “I have a lot to do today, Zecora! I cannot be distracted with this... thing,” She practically swore, gesturing down her her throbbing unmentionable, “And quite a few Ponies won’t want their orders to be delayed just because of a stupid.. dick!”

Zecora sighed, leveling a deadpan stare the other mare, and retorted, “I do believe you can make room for just a day, and, forgive my crassness, you do seem in dire need of a lay.” At the even more shocked and scandalous expression from the Unicorn, she continued, “It is clear how stressed out you have been as of late, and your need for sexual satisfaction is so great, so I am saying that you ought to forsake that chastity lodged in your head, and I will offer to take you into my bed.”

Rarity gaped, barely able to process the audacity of the request for multiple seconds, then after figuring that, yes, this was real and yes, her friend was asking to have sex with her, she sneered and spat in offence, “No!”

The other mare pulled back, taken aback at the outburst, and held her hands up as she replied, “I apologize, Rar—”

“Stop,” The Unicorn curtly stated, giving a tired glare at Zecora and cutting her off. “I... I know you mean well,” Rarity then said tentatively, looking the other mare clear in the eyes, “I know that you aren’t simply trying to use my... problem, let’s call it, as an excuse to have.. intercourse with me. You are my friend, and you are no pervert like Rainbow Dash... however, I don’t trust that you aren’t being a pervert right now.” Taking a breath, she let the words set for a few seconds, with Zecora clearly processing them, before she awkwardly looked away before continuing, “I may.. certainly have some trouble controlling this.. thing... but I am trying my hardest to think rationally. I know I cannot be preoccupied with such debauchery for so long, and I am hardly stressed out of my mind. Even if I was.. that is what I have the spa appointments for, no?”

Zecora took some time to respond, seeming to think of what to say, but then simply retorted, “Perhaps you may be right, that I am a fool, truly quite taken by the ‘problem’ that is your tool. But I do believe you may be misunderstood, and that these issues aren’t simply from your wood, and your stress is far deeper than can be solved with a spa date, too ingrained into your sex that it must be solved with some fellate.”

Blushing again and feeling discomforted at the casualness with which ‘those acts’ were discussed, Rarity tensely muttered in response, “I.. don’t really believe that’s the issue here, Darling. I don’t feel.. backed up with lust, or sexually unsatisfied, as it were, so I hardly imagine that.. sex, would solve anything. And...” She grumbled, looking away as she blushed harder, “Even then, I’d much rather it be in a more normal circumstance than this.”

The Zebra stood silent for a few moments, but then, while Rarity continued to look away, she spoke, “But, you certainly cannot deny the allure... to use such a tool would have such grandeur.” The other mare ‘hmph’ed, making Zecora sigh and continue on, “Would it truly be so bad to have fun? It need not be a relationship, simply one and done. To you, forsaking your work for sex may be a waste, but to me, it would be instead be foolish to be so utterly chaste.

“And truly...” She spoke slower and more languidly as Rarity turned her eyes back to look reluctantly at her, and her breath catching in her throat as she saw Zecora’s pose; standing tall with her arms raised, hands held on the back of her head, and her muscles flexed, “...Do you really want to throw away the potion I brewed? You have a chance, here and now, if only you let yourself be lewd.”

Actively biting her lip to keep herself from drooling, Rarity saw the toned form of the mare before her bulging even more than previously, swelling up with such incredible strength, and each muscle sharp and defined on her body, where running a hand across it must’ve felt like pressing into rock... large, structured, sweaty, musky rock...

The trials she had already endured through the day made it easier for her tell what that heat surging back through her meant, and when her eyes flitted back down her crotch, she almost fell backwards at how powerfully her cock was throbbing. The thing was so painfully erect, lifting up the weight of her coat to stand up nearly perpendicular to her body, and it felt like it was burning underneath her coat’s warmth, her heavy, swollen balls, so big and pent-up with seed no exception to such infernal heat.

She huffed out a breath, one so filled with desperate lust as she stared with both awe and dread at her rod, taken by its immense length and terrified that she wouldn’t be able to control herself around the source of her lust... She huffed again, now sounding more tired, simply from keeping her lust inside and this massive cock and balls of hers suspended up, but she closed her eyes and tried to think—she knew she couldn’t be wasting time like this, especially with how easy it could be to let hours fly her by in this hut, screwing away with the muscular Zebra just next to her... Some of her orders were due soon, and she didn’t want to chance not getting them finished just because of a damned prank..!

Straining heavily under the sheer weight of her lust, she refused to look over at Zecora she spoke, “I’m.. a-afraid I’ll h-have to decline.. D-Darling...”

The other mare sighed in response. “Fine... if you are truly so insistent,” She uttered in what sounded like assent, and could be heard walking away, deeper into her home, “I will get something, so that to your lust you are more resistant. It is only for a time, as I cannot remove your tool on a dime, so I will let you simply lay in wait, instead of being compelled to masturbate.”

Rarity sighed in return, though more in relief even despite the extra step before her problem was truly solved, and she said a quick ‘Thank you, Darling’ as Zecora left the main room, with the Unicorn herself stealing a glance over to see that it was through an open doorway into her bedroom—and she quickly pulled her eyes away as to not get further tempted by the big, muscular mare over there... However, she did start to feel a sense of... disappointment, almost, as she realized what this would amount to; quashing her lust and then removing this.. cock, of hers, instead of properly finishing with it, and she had enough orgasms stolen by her sister that so refused to knock that Rarity knew that she would certainly be wanting some sex after this all was over.

Still, that could be dealt with on its own terms, rather than giving into this stupid cock that refused to go down, that image of thick, sweaty, striped muscles burning into her mind, and she could hardly imagine how they would feel wrapped so tightly around this extra appendage of hers, one she was already so overwhelmed by...

Hearing steps reentering the room, Rarity sucked in a slow breath to try and control herself, then turned her attention over to Zecora as she approached, a vial of sharply-rose-coloured fluid in her hand. “This potion will control your lust, and you will soon not be compelled to thrust,” She spoke, approaching the stricken Unicorn, “It will deal with your ‘problem’ for a while, and by then, I will give you another vial—that one will rid you of your dick, if you decide that of it you’re still sick.”

Rarity nodded in understanding and plucked the potion from the Zebra’s hand with her magic, eager to be more in control of herself. Uncorking it, she moved to drink, but pulled back at the potent scent of it—it smelled so sharply of flowers and honey that it practically stung at her nostrils, but soon enough, it started to smell almost intoxicating. Shaking her head and bracing herself for the taste, she then raised the vial to her mouth and tilted it so the fluid flowed into her waiting mouth...

And, for what smelled potent, its taste was even moreso; it was a mix of sweet and bitter, so divided between the two that it made her love it and hate it in equal measure, but it still did taste quite intoxicating, a nectar that slid across her tongue and into her gullet, both satisfying a deep craving within her and making her desperate for more...

But just like that, the potion was empty, and Rarity had to blink repeatedly as she realized it. Lowering her head and pulling the empty vial away from her face, she then levitated it and the cork back over to Zecora, who took them with a gracious nod and headed back into her bedroom, leaving Rarity alone for some time again.

Waiting for the potion to take effect, the Unicorn continued to try and calm herself, pulling as much of her attention away from that thick, stiff rod and fat, hefty balls that sweltered under her coat. She steadied her breathing as much as she could, focusing on the dresses that she had yet to complete; she traced their designs in her head, feeling the fabric slide across her fingers and through her magic as she folded, cut, and stitched sections together with the care developed over years, then saw them draped and tied around the mares they were meant for, exaggerating their curves, highlighting their physiques, and showing off their assets...

—She growled and shook her head as she realized where her thoughts were going. No, she was going to calm herself, and focus on the workflow of creating her beautiful designs, at first beginning with an idea about what the mare may work with, and then sketching it out on paper. From there, she’d edit the design a few times, cutting off some gaudy and superfluous section here or adding some sequins and linings there, all to make a final product that looked tantalizing to any stallion or mare, letting their eager eyes feast upon the busts and buttocks that her designs so presented, leading the inevitable ‘dessert’, where the dress would be unpeeled from its owner’s blossoming form and—

No, no! Rarity could already feel the heat flowing back through her body, and her breathing was hastened as she struggled to control herself. Her body felt so hot underneath her coat, her boobs unreasonably tense and strained, but her new genitals were getting the worst of it, practically on fire as she tried in vain to stamp down her lust. Holding a hand to her chest in a desperate attempt to keep control of herself, she tried to focus on the dull, rhythmic motions that made up her work; the sharp cutting of scissors through bolts of fabric, the slow and steady thrumming of her sewing machine as it combined sections, the pain in her rear as she remained sat down for so long, waiting for the work to be done so that she could pick her tired, sweaty form and toss herself into her bed, imagining all the delicious mares she designed for and ramming her repertoire of sex toys into herself, pussy squelching wetly with each thrust of her dildo and moans echoing out through her room as she let all her cares fly away under the monsoon of lust that came through the dam that had been building up for days...

“Ngghhuuuh!

Suddenly though, a guttural groan of pleasure ripped its way out of Rarity’s throat, and her attention was sharply jerked back to reality, and right down to her massive cock and balls...! The things didn’t feel simply on fire anymore—no, they were the fire, the flames rippling out through her body as this inferno of pleasure pulsed with heat, the sheer strength of her erection having pushed up her coat so much that the sides that were wrapped around her front started to fall away, making room for the intruder to throb and surge and—

fwump

—Her coat split, and her huge monolith of cockflesh sprung out into the open, wobbling in place as it radiated a thick, powerful musk, one that sent Rarity reeling backward into the wall behind her—but her cock was sure to follow, as did the stench that brought her mind to its knees. Her balls felt so dank and sweaty between her legs, and the cool, open air they were now exposed brushed across the flaming pit that was her nutsack, which felt unstoppable with the sheer heat and weight of them, somehow even bigger and heavier than before...

“Nghaaaahhff!!

Another moan spilled forth from her lips, and her senses blurred for a moment until the sharp wave of pleasure, forcing her to blink as she tried to get ahold of herself, looking down at the cock that throbbed and... spurted something out, a clear, sticky fluid that Rarity’s mind eventually managed to identify as pre-cum. How was she so horny that she was already spurting pre-cum!? She hadn’t even touched herself!

However, her attention was soon taken away from her when she heard someone reentering the room, and she looked up as best she could through her torrent of lust, sweat-slickened body, and incredible shame at someone witnessing her lewd additions. Zecora was there, looking back at her with a smile, seeming quite impressed and aroused with the tool Rarity found so shameful, but held herself still instead of falling victim to her pleasure like the other mare.

“I see you’re quite eager to show me the fruits of my solutions,” She spoke, her voice tinted with humour and lust, “I myself am eager to see if this leads to any more... fruitful conclusions,” She ended with a short pause for emphasis, her smile only growing and betraying any intent she had to hide her plans.

It did take some time for Rarity to grasp that through her middled mind, though, but once she did, she squinted in suspicion and accused with a growing sense of anger, “You lied, didn’t you?”

“Perhaps I did,” The Zebra admitted with somewhat distracted shrug, “But only just a bit, and just because I thought you were being an idiot. To deny yourself may seem noble at the time, to remove distractions that have so reason or rhyme, but I assure you, it will make things far worse, the stress digging into your mind slowly making you rude and terse.” Her eyes locked with Rarity’s, and under her lust was indeed a genuine passion to help, one that showed through as she continued, “Let me help ‘deal with your problem’, as I said, and I will take your tool from base to head. This will be an act of pleasure and relief, nothing more, so you need not worry about entanglement with amore—any normal intercourse may be dragged away and muddled by your desires, so come, and let us not waste this chance, and quench our lustful fires.”

Rarity was left staring for some time after the other mare finished, trying to take in all of what was said. As that part of her mind worked, the rest stood entranced by the Zebra; her lust was as taken by the striped muscles as always, but the rhymes from the mare took her as well, putting her under a spell with their elegance and passion, spoken with such refinement... However, as her thoughts slogged along with so much of her brainspace taken up by these other desires, she begun to understand what Zecora had truly asked for; guilt-free and senseless sex. And right now, with the pleasure still burning with the heat of the Sun within her cock, that was something she could get behind.

Almost subconsciously, her hands went down the chest of her coat and started to undo the buttons, slowly loosening up its binds before she eventually could peel the coat away from her body to reveal... more clothes underneath. Huffing in frustration, one of Rarity’s hands first went up to her head to take off her hat, but found nothing but her slightly-stress-frayed purple curls, which ended up forcing her attention around for a moment, soon enough landing on the wide-brimmed hat laying on the floor just nearby, apparently having been knocked of at some point during her lustful stupour. Moving on from that, she quickly flared her magic and raised her arms to pull off her shirt, then unbuckle and pull off her bra, and tossed them onto the floor without a care in the world as to how dirty they’d get there. Her heels were simple to remove, just flipping them onto the floor while keeping her balance... and finally there was only her skirt.

Initially, it wouldn’t seem a huge problem; just unbutton the little section at the back that went above her tail and then pull the whole thing down her hips, duh, but... her huge, fat, throbbing pillar of maremeat was in the way! She looked at the thing for a short time, breathing heavily as she struggled to think... but eventually settled on simply pulling her skirt down and letting it force down the erection that so blocked it. After unbuttoning that tail section, she begun to pull the hem downwards, at first simply into the perpendicular log that protruded from her crotch, but soon managed to tilt the thing downwards so that the skirt could slide down it.

Strained whimpers and grunts escaped her lips as she kept pulling, sliding the skirt down her oh-so-tender length, flaring up its practically painful heat further, and with how truly painfully erect it was, the whole endeavor wasn’t solved that quickly; no, she had to keep pulling, pushing down on her length and trying to force it out of the way enough so that the skirt could stretch just enough to fall away from her...

And eventually, she managed just that, with a final moan slipping out of Rarity’s mouth as she yanked her skirt down her painfully pitched-down cock, and meant to let the skirt fall down the floor so she could step out of it and move on—but she overlooked one key detail; elasticity. Her rod, pushed down so far, was suddenly robbed of its reasoning for being like that, and thus was able to spring back up so quickly she wasn’t able to register it before it SMACKed into her chest!

A loud, sharp gasp of pleasure was forced from her mouth as she felt it, both in the stinging heat and wetness that laid across her chest from her waist up to between her breasts, and also the stinging within her cock itself—but that massive pillar of cockflesh, as well as the hefty tankards of jizz hanging beneath them, felt so much more free now, exposed to the open air of Zecora’s home within the cool air of the Everfree Forest, and it felt so refreshing to have that delicious air brush across her lower parts, helping to show off to her mind just how big and sensitive they were.

Rarity took a deep breath, taking in her form and its new additions, and now it felt strange to her how... not abhorred she was by it, and instead she felt rather dispassionate about the tool itself—but the opportunity it presented was another thing entirely. Pulling her attention up from her own body, she looked over to see Zecora a short ways in front of her, already having tossed aside her own clothes, and despite how pitifully little flesh they covered, the mare appeared even more tantalizing with them gone.

The strength of the Zebra’s form felt more open and true now, with nothing to cover up even a sliver of them, and the general nudity of her body as well as the comfortability the mare clearly had in it made Rarity’s mouth water as she gazed upon it. There was so much power packed into those meaty muscles that she couldn’t help but crave to grab ahold of them and feel them slide across her own body as she fucked the mare with wild abandon...

Unable to wait even a moment longer, Rarity lunged for the Zebra, eager to slam her to the floor and fulfill her, damn all decency—but she forgot about what Zecora’s muscles actually meant she could do. Her hands caught the crazed Unicorn’s shoulders as she rushed forth, then flipped around to lift her up by the armpits—rendering Rarity helpless for a moment as she tried to comprehend the sudden movement. Once she did, she quickly looked down in a mix of shock, awe, and annoyance, but her gaze was met with an amused and aroused one from Zecora, part of her expression clearly directed up at the mare in her grasp, but the rest... was down at the cock that was now nearly level with her face.

“Mmmm...” She murmured, rubbing the side of her face against the slab of meat, forcing a gasp out of its owner’s mouth, “It’s even bigger up close... And...” She took a deep inhale through her nostrils, poking her snout down into the nuts that hung below, drawing a grunt from Rarity, “It certainly has a potent dose. I do wish to tease you for a bit more time,” She went on, turning on the spot and trotting towards the other room of her home, keeping ahold of the other mare with her, “But, I know that holding this off too much more would be a crime.”

Quickly, Zecora’s steps made her arrive at her bed, where she then tossed Rarity down onto it, making her gasp in shock as she fell into its relatively stiff mattress and yellow blanket, but swiftly managed to right her attention over to see the Zebra hopping up onto the bed as well, and kneeling down to straddle the mare’s lower legs. She appeared even more tantalizing from how her form towered over the laid-down mare, and from her grin, she seemed to relish that quite well.

However, the Zebra’s specific position let Rarity’s huge dick still be visible to the mare herself, the thick pillar of purple meat throbbing and trickling pre-cum in anticipation as Zecora slid forward across the hung mare’s thighs, her strong, firm legs skimming across Rarity’s much more plush pair. Soon enough, Zecora came right up next to the shaft and grabbed ahold of it with a hand, forcing a tense grunt of pleasure out of its owner—but that was nothing compared to when that hand pulled her cock down into Zecora’s abs, forcing her incredibly sensitive rod to feel those firm, strong muscles pressing into it, rubbing across its length and girth with firmness and heat of a mare that would crush her to a pulp..!

Rarity shuddered at the feeling, low, guttural groans flitting out of her mouth, and she had a hard time keeping her focus on the Zebra above her, who held a pleased, yet teasing expression as she slid her abs up and down the throbbing column of meat. Her hand tightened around the thing just a bit, and her other hand found its way onto Rarity’s own plush abdomen, letting Zecora lower herself so that her crotch went down and down, until it eventually arrived on top of the fat nutsack resting down below.

A deep, loud moan spilled forth as Rarity felt the well of heat that was Zecora’s pussy press into her oversized and tender balls, and her vision filled with stars as the sudden shock overwhelmed her senses for a moment, and she could then feel her cock spurting forth even more pre-cum. The slick fluid burbled out of her flare and flowed down the front of her shaft, but quickly found itself smeared across Zecora’s abs as she rocked herself back and forth, her pussy continuing to press into Rarity’s nuts.

But all too quickly, all of that sensation was replaced by a quick jerk upwards and Zecora pushed herself upwards, her knees still pushed into the bed but with her legs rising upward as the mare’s crotch soon became visible just above the flare of Rarity’s maremeat, and the sight alone struck the mare with a moan as her cock bubbled forth even more pre-jizz.

Zecora’s vulva was held in place, and it looked to have an innate sense of tension to it, both more metaphorically, with how it looked a bit damp with fluid from its owner’s lust and winked open on occasion, but also quite literally, with the way it snapped shut after winking open suggesting it hadn’t gotten any real use in quite some time. It looked eager and hungry, and so did the mare it was a part of, the Zebra looking down on her with all her size and strength, clearly ready to use her like nothing more than a toy for her own pleasure...

And, with hardly a moment to comprehend it, that idea came true with how Zecora pushed herself down onto Rarity’s cock, barely hesitating as the both of them let out moan, one quiet and hungry with the other loud and whimpering, before she then lowered herself further. The striped mare’s snatch felt so incredibly hot and so very tight as it surrounded Rarity’s dick, gripping into it and practically searing it as more of its length was pushed into the Zebra’s pussy, and not at all slowly. The hung Unicorn herself couldn’t keep ahold of her mouth as continuous moans and groans spilled out of it, feeling the pleasure of the thing surrounding her rod rip upwards through her body and light her on fire as yet more of that glorious feeling surrounded her shaft.

Zecora was already nearly halfway down, even if it felt like longer to the mare below, and she wasn’t slowing down at all, pushing right past the medial right without a second thought, though did grunt a bit as she felt the bump in girth get shoved into her snatch. Slower moans and light growls escaped through her clenched teeth, slightly bared as she looked down at the Unicorn below her, watching her writhe and moan in untold pleasure that this new pillar of meat helped create.

Soon enough, the Zebra’s pussy reached down slurped up the rim of Rarity’s sheath, and she continued pushing down towards the mare’s balls, but the sheer length inside her was making itself quite known, pushing through her vagina and bulging out through her abdomen. She slowed down just a bit, though it did nothing to abate the pleasure either of them felt, with Zecora’s form trembling just slightly from how filled up she was getting, and Rarity continuing to writhe and moan gratuitously while sweat lathered her body, seeping into and ruining her already ruffled mane.

And finally, after what felt like several minutes to the lust-wracked Rarity, but was hardly half of one to the more collected Zecora, said Zebra managed to push the entirety of the massive horsecock into her pussy, wrapping it from base to flare with her tight tunnel and searing into it with the heat blazing through her insides. The mare’s rear came to rest on Rarity’s thighs as well as her big, full nuts, ones which felt more sensitive than ever as the pleasure overwhelming the Unicorn’s senses were driving her closer to the tipping point of orgasm, despite barely any real thrusting having happened yet.

And while Rarity would be spared that indignity, she wasn’t seeming likely to make it very far as Zecora gave a clench of her vagina, jerking on the other mare’s pleasure points and making her feel like her cock was ready to blow. The Zebra, quite tense herself with the immense length and girth stuffed all the way into her, spared her breath but for a dry moan as she pushed herself back up Rarity’s cock, the dampness that dripped off her vulva hardly comparing to the swamp that was inside, and left the rod slathered with juices as she pulled her pussy off of it.

The retreat was quicker than the entry, but no less pleasurable to both parties as Zecora’s tight snatch slurped back around Rarity’s sheathe rim and medial ring, leaving them shimmering from the juice smeared across it—not that the huge tool’s owner could tell, as she was too preoccupied with the pleasure erupting from her lips and vociferous moans and grunts as she struggled with the pressure building in her crotch, already feeling fit to burst, but only getting more and more tense as the mare on top of her slid more and more of that flaming cock out of her pussy.

And all too soon, Zecora’s vagina was left with little more than the cock’s flare inside of it, juices dripping down around it and shimmering in the light of her home, making it even more tantalizing than when it first was shown to her, and the way it wobbled just a bit in place and throbbed in desperation only made it more evident how much it’s owner needed to cum with it.

The Zebra mare braced herself against Rarity’s body and the bed beneath her, pushing apart her legs slightly while placing her hands onto the Pony’s waist, all so that she could then ram her hips downward with all of her strength, not a moment of hesitation coming as the entire length of that massive piece of meat was plunged straight into her depths. She let out a low ‘guuuhh...’ of a groan as the massive volume of that tool suddenly filled and stretched out her insides, but it was drowned out by the loud ‘NGGAAAAAAHH’ of a scream that bursted out of Rarity’s mouth, another harsh jerk towards the precipice of orgasm, her tool throbbing and her balls clenching with need.

Zecora didn’t need any further incentive to pull herself back up the length, only a second or two wasted before she could then pound herself back down with her might, slapping her ass down into Rarity’s thighs and balls while her snatch consumed Rarity’s entire length, and this time, it was more than enough to set that thing off.

“NGAHAAH-HAAAARggGAH—” The mare screamed out in pleasure, sputtering and gasping under the intensity of it as her cock throbbed and surged with cum that shot out from her swollen nuts, firing up through her entire length—stuffed into Zecora’s snatch as it was—and finally blasted out of her urethra into the Zebra. Thick, fat ropes of spunk were quickly splattered across the mare’s insides, coating the entirety of what it could reach and forcing a gasp and groan out of Zecora’s mouth as she felt all that thick warmth fill her up. She kept herself in place under her strength and fortitude, but the sheer volume of jizz that shot into her forced more guttural moans out of her as she tried to ride out the storm—one that happened to be of her own making.

Rarity herself, however, was utterly overwhelmed by a tsunami of pleasure, unable to control her own body as her arms dug into the bed below, hands desperately trying to grab onto to it to ground herself, and her legs shuddering under the pressure of the mare on top of her hips. All of that was under the sweat dripping across her body and stuck in her fur, as well as slinging off of her face as she jerked her head around in short bursts, eyes clenched shut while wordless shouts sporadically escaped her maw. Her body felt like it was hit by lightning the way the pleasure ripped through her body, setting her alight with heat and lust that came from the lightning rod that was, well, her rod.

She could feel her balls clenching hard as semen was forced out of them, shooting up almost in slow-motion through the entire length of her cock, before finally spouting forth from her flare in its thick ropes, the entire stallionhood feeling hotter than she could possibly even imagine. That spunk shot forth again and again and again, her body going sore and her throat growing dry even under the adrenaline she was drunk on, and it was only after what felt like an eternity of the most pleasurable torment ever conceived that things finally begun to die down.

The jets of cum slowed in frequency, and the heat that burned so bright from her tool didn’t so much fade as it did... become clearer to see. With the energy that struck her mind and body wearing off, she slowly got a better grip of herself, more able to comprehend that her body wasn’t as utterly overtaken by pleasure as she thought it was—no, she was in a level of pain from her spasming and screaming, as well as the heat that rocked through her cock, but it was rather mild compared to the lust-crazed fantasy suggested only some moments ago.

Eventually, Rarity managed to feel her cock stop spurting cum entirely, at which point, she let herself fall back into the bed below her, trying to relax from that horribly strenuous fucking she just went through. However, with the feeling of a pair of hands holding onto her waist and pressing down on it, as if to try to support whoever owned them, the exhausted Unicorn looked up to see Zecora still sat atop Rarity’s body, and from what she could feel, her cock was still impaled deep within the the other mare as well.

Looking at said mare’s body, Rarity could also see that her cock was impaled into her, bulging out with all its length and girth through her abdomen, and then some due to all of the spunk she had just spattered into her. That hefty bulge heaved up and down as Zecora took deep breaths, her grasp on the other mare’s waist trembling just a bit as she tried to compose herself, sweat matting her brow as both mares looked at each other’s tired face.

“Are you a-alright, Rarity..?” The Zebra uttered, her voice a bit weak and tinted with lust, but still managed to sound rather composed, “You seemed, o-overwhelmed under that ec-cstasy...”

The Unicorn in question couldn’t even speak in response with how sore her throat was from screaming, and so she tried to clear it and pull one of her lethargic hands off of the bed to massage her throat. “I—” She tried, but winced a bit at how rough and weak her voice still sounded, taking a bit more time before trying again more softly, “I believe... what those.. d-damned potions did... has... had made things worse... I’m not as... pent-up now, D-Darling...”

“Hmm...” Zecora murmured, heaving out another breath, but then licked her lips before asking, equal parts genuine and lust-filled, “But was it something.. you e-enjoyed doing? And... would you enjoy a s-second screwing?”

Scoffing weakly, Rarity shifted her hips a bit, making her still very stiff cock shift slightly within the Zebra’s pussy, forcing a tense gasp out of her. “Please, Darling,” She retorted sarcastically, “I’d love to see what you can actually do.... when I can a-actually feel it.”

Zecora smiled in thanks, though it held a hunger clear just beneath, and she replied, “Good.. I’d quite l-like to ride you truly as well...” Letting her grip on Rarity’s waist go for a second to flex and relax her hands, she then grabbed back onto those love-handles even firmer while her stance changed just a bit, her muscles flexing as her entire form became tense with anticipation, and she growled with lust, “And I do have quite a fire to quell.”

Rarity let out a gasp of shock at the feeling as the Zebra swiftly jerked her hips upward, the grasp around her cock going from base to flare in a fraction of a second, and the tool was left out in the open, smeared with juice and jizz—but that was only for a moment before Zecora smashed her hips back down into Rarity’s, a loud SMACK sounding out through the room as her length rod was swiftly ensnared back into that tight, hot pussy, and a guttural moan began to escape her lips.

It only began however, as it was interrupted after only a moment by a sudden gasp as Zecora’s hips flew right back up Rarity’s dick, the lewd wet shlrp that sounded out from it barely having a chance to breathe before the sqlch and SMACK came with the Zebra ramming her hips downward once more. Quick gasps and moans were all that could make it out of Rarity’s mouth as she was ridden with such speed despite the girth of her pillar, but she remained aware of herself this time, able to actually feel the tight tunnel that squeezed and seared her cock as it enveloped it, and hear the lewd noises and passionate growls of the other mare.

Slowly getting used to it all, Rarity tried to keep control of herself, gripping her hands into the bedsheets again while her moans melded together, turning into lengthier groans that warbled in volume as Zecora pistoned herself up and down her length, weight landing down onto her hips and balls below. She could already feel the pressure building deep within her crotch, with her still uncomfortably large balls filled with a desperate need to empty themselves into the big, strong Zebra that was using her like a toy.

Such strength was only made cleared through the mare’s endurance, already having been filled with probably more than a liter of cum, but able to thrust her hips without slowing down. It wasn’t without effort, as Zecora’s heavy breaths and sweat-matted body spoke to, but that only made it hotter to Rarity as she saw and felt everything the passionate Zebra was doing to her. Firm, sweat-dampened thighs smacked into Rarity’s only sightly dryer, but far softer ones, and her powerful, unwavering grip on Rarity’s waist made her feel so helpless under the mare, unable to do anything but endure the Zebra’s onslaught of thrusts.

Both mare’s moans, grunts, and groans echoed throughout the room, as did the smacking, sqlching, and shlrping of their flesh impacting each other’s and thrusting in and out respectively, making the two mares unable to think of anything but sex. That was only worse by the smell of the place, the powerful musk of Rarity’s cock and balls wafting throughout the room, and the sweat of primarily Zecora’s body under all the exertion she was putting it through, all combining to fill the room with an incredibly potent stench of pure, raw sex.

Rarity let out a shuddering breath through her continued moans, feeling the tension in her loins build and build, unable to resist the allure of being able to truly finish inside this deliciously muscular Zebra, filling her to the brim with an inordinate volume of spunk. And, as she looked up at Zecora’s face as the mare kept bouncing up and down, she could see her eyes filled with a hunger for the exact same thing.

That feeling was oh-so-close now, and Zecora’s face, despite her determination to ride the hung Unicorn for all she was worth, was cracking under her own lust, eyes blown and breathing heavily, almost manically as she kept going, all her weight slamming into Rarity’s hips starting to make them go numb! Her cock and balls though, were only getting more sensitive, choked breaths escaping the mare’s mouth as she was forced to blink back stars appearing in her vision, the tension deep within her crotch tightening further and further, ready to pop as it was pressed under the hydraulic press of Zecora’s firm hips, until finally—

She exploded.

That tsunami of pleasure that came with her previous orgasm arrived once again, and once again, Rarity was utterly overtaken by it, her vision swimming and ears ringing as she felt her cock throb and surge with cum, pumped out out of her clenched balls and erupting into the other mare’s body. Thick bolts of warmth flew up her shaft and filled up Zecora’s insides further, making the bulge of her abdomen swell even larger and become even softer and more and more cum got dumped inside.

That sensation was overwhelming to the Zebra as well, and threw her over the edge of her own climax, making her finally unable to keep up her hip-thrusting and smash her hips one final time onto Rarity’s own, burying the Unicorn’s cock deep within her, ass resting on her balls and forcing yet more spunk to flood into Zecora’s already stuffed cavern. The cum splurted with each rope that got shot inside, the mind-melting pleasure forcing low, guttural moans from both mares, with heavy, heady breaths exhaled out between it all.

And it just kept going, rope after rope after rope, spilling forth into Zecora’s overstuffed, swollen belly as she struggled to keep herself upright on top of the other mare, whom which was utterly plastered with her own lust, maw stuck open and eyes rolled back into her head. She may not have been passed out, but looked all too close to it under the waves of pleasure that flooded her senses.

Thankfully, the morass of lust did eventually come to an end, with the bursts of cum shooting out through Rarity’s cock weakening and slowing down, soon becoming little more that pitiful spurts of cream, but all of what had come out of that meaty cannon had made its mark. Zecora’s belly had stretched out even further than the first climax had done to her, making her look multiple months pregnant and weighing her down—enough so that, as her own orgasm faded and the adrenaline fled from her body, she was unable to keep herself upright and fell forward onto the other mare, and wet smack sounding out from their sweat-dampened bodies colliding.

A gasp was forced out of Rarity at the impact, but it helped snap her drowning mind into focus, and then her eyes struggled to lift up to see the Zebra on top of her, the exhaustion from the whole ordeal weighing heavily on her and trying to make her drift off. Still, she managed to see the other mare having similar trouble focusing and looking down at her, but when she did, their eyes locked and Rarity could see them a great deal of satisfaction.

Rarity herself felt quite satisfied as well, as even despite the weight on her mind, the sweat drenching her body, the musk suffusing her nostrils, and her softening cock still stuffed into Zecora, there was a deep itch that had been thoroughly scratched by what had just occurred. She couldn’t find it within herself to utter a word of disapproval about the raunchy, dirty mess they made, not even counting the sluggishness of her body, and she could tell that the Zebra felt quite the same. And, with the weight overtaking her, she didn’t bother to try and stop her eyes from drifting closed and her mind from fading to black, a peaceful sleep coming over her amidst the chaos that had just rocked through every facet of her being.