Beyond The Goddess Within

Strange noises in the middle of the night were nothing new to Zecora.  In her youth, when she started practicing in alternative medicine, nights in the Everfree Forest brought with them a rumbling din of every noise imaginable, punctuated occasionally by a roar or a screech that would cause her to shiver in bed.  But as time passed by, the sounds comforted her, allowing her to make peace with her solitude.  Through years of first-hand studies, she had managed to distinguish every bump in the night, from the screech of a thirty-foot red dragon to the roar of a nursing Ursa Major.  And with this knowledge came the simmering sense of playfulness and self-confidence with which she now approached each day.

But the sounds she heard the night before were something different, something she couldn’t quite put her hoof on.  There was a roar almost like that of a manticore, though much louder and raspier, suggesting something much larger.  When she heard it, she had just enough time to sit up in her bed and peer through a nearby window when her hollowed-out tree shook violently, something smashing against the branches above her.  Peering through the darkness of her window, she heard a loud snap and saw a branch crash down to the jungle floor, a rush of falling leaves following close behind.

In a start, she ran up to the front door of her home, resting a lantern full of flurrying fireflies on the floor.  Slowly, she bit the door handle and eased it open, feeling her heartbeat thump against the gold rings wrapped around her throat.  She leaned and took a peek outside, but saw only trees and darkness.  What she also noticed, however, was a strong odor she couldn’t recognize.  It was a bitter scent, almost like the time she mistakenly added the wrong herbs to her Poison Joke antidote, but many times more pungent.

“This noise that came without a warning,” she said to herself, covering her nose with a hoof as she eased the door shut, “I think I shall leave it until the morning.”

And so she did.

When Zecora awoke, stretching her smooth striped legs, the memory of that night seemed like a dream.  Nothing was out-of-place in her hut, not even the row of tribal masks that were fixed to her wall by weathered lengths of black string.  So when she trotted down to the front door and opened it, the smell still caught her off-guard.  But as she remembered what took place the night before, she noticed that the smell was different this time.  It was sweeter and much more overpowering, so much so that she could feel her momentary apprehension begin to slide back into relaxation.  Her face eased into a smile.

The moment she stepped outside, something dripped down on Zecora’s striped mohawk, causing her to look up.  Her mouth fell open as she looked, just in time for another drip to land on her tongue.  As her tongue slipped against the roof of her mouth, she felt the bitterness of the morsel, plus a saltiness that made her mouth water.  She grimaced and leaned her head to the side as she continued to try and figure out what she’d just tasted.

It was then that the zebra noticed something strange, a tingling sensation against her hooves that drew her eyes downward.  She was standing in an irregularly-shaped puddle of silvery goo which stretched nearly four feet in diameter from the front doorstep of her home.  Still more intrigued than concerned, Zecora lifted up her right-front hoof, watching the goo dribble off the bottom in one fat strand that thinned out as it drizzled back into the puddle.

Looking above her, she could see similar strands dangling down like narrow icicles from the branches above, too many to count as they forked between their twisting lengths.  It appeared the material came down from above, and it was that which had crashed down over the top of her tree the night before.  To her left, she could also see that several clay bottles, once dangling on a low branch, were missing, smashed into jagged pieces that now poked out of the edge of the puddle.  The sight frustrated her.  After all, it wasn’t easy to make that much love potion.

With a sigh, Zecora began to turn toward her hut when her four limbs were pulled taut.  She tugged again and saw that her hooves were stuck fast by the goo, which was also sliding quickly past her hooves like a retreating sea.  Her teeth clenched, she tugged harder and harder, but couldn’t budge, even as the entire puddle disappeared, revealing the fertile soil beneath.  All she could do was feel the tingling on her hooves intensify into a slow burn, the alien force inching her hind legs apart just enough for her buttocks to separate.

She then noticed a peculiar draft whisk its way up her full-figured flank.  It felt as though someone - or something - was behind her, and she looked back so fast that her earrings smacked the sides of her face.  In a flash, she saw what appeared to be a silver tidal wave cresting back toward her.  As if sensing her sight, the glimmering shape quickly narrowed down and coiled back, then zipped at her ass like a snake.  The zebra did not have any time to flinch before the shape rammed into her defenseless pussy, splattering goo all over the insides of the curves as it rushed inside.

Zecora let out a loud moan, her hind quarters trembling as the goo filled her up, relentlessly rushing into her as if drawn in by her marehood.  As her body fattened to the onslaught, the last of the goo slapped against her ass and thickened, hardening into a rubbery substance that plugged her marehood and squeezed her buttocks together.  Her legs still locked in place, the zebra winced harder, cringing as she felt the goo slosh back and forth, the rubber barrier sucked against her pussy such that it built up a tremendous pressure.

The more the goo slid around inside her, the more it shaped itself to Zecora’s insides so that the movements felt like thrusts.  As it thrust, it began to throb in slow, deliberate beats, each triggering a different bundle of nerves.  As her buttocks began to clap together under the duress of the rubber barrier, Zecora’s buzzing front hooves became more and more sensitive as they stretched into striped hands, her new fingertips burning as the nerves inside fanned out to each end.  One thrust of the goo seemed to squeeze her torso, causing it to buckle and stretch forward, shunting her upper body forward far enough that two swaying breasts slapped against the backs of her forearms, the rings on her foreleg falling down to the top of a new slimmer wrist.  Her hind legs grew longer and taller, finally releasing the grip on her rear hooves as she fell to her new knees.

As Zecora sat fully transformed, the squishy goo thrust harder inside her, causing her mouth to hang open, shoving primal noises out from between her spit-soaked jaws.  Each new thrust tightened the rubbery plug on her ass, making a loud sucking sound as her body drew the substance deeper and deeper into her distended genitals.  It was only then that she felt juice streaming down the insides of both her thighs, some of it dribbling over her swollen clit that was aching to be touched.  But the goo still refused to release her, and the zebra fell face-first into the musty jungle dirt, hoisting her striped ass higher into the air.

Aided by gravity, the goo slapped her womb harder, causing her buttocks to clap together as she shook her hind quarters, trying to splash more juice over her wanting clit.  In this position, she succeeded in amplifying the strange pleasure, a mixture of her essence and the alien invader leaking out and wrapping around the nub between her legs.  And as she began to shake her ass to the heavens, the slimy trail swirled small counterclockwise circles around its creamy edge.  As the speed of these rotations increased, Zecora raised and lowered her ass quicker and quicker, her hind quarters nearly hopping off the ground.  She felt like she was just about to do a somersault when something sparked inside her, causing a burst of juice to blast apart the rubber plug on her ass.  Her feet stamped deep ruts into the dirt and another burst of cum splattered a gob of sex onto her front door.

As the beats of her first orgasm continued to batter her changed body, the grip on her hands and finally released, causing her to roll onto her back.  Another pulse shot through her as she fell, causing her torso to buck upwards, then land back down just as hard, jiggling her new large breasts.  By now, very little was being released from her pussy, and instead she felt herself being filled once more, her stomach stretching as something grew inside of her in halting detonations.  She slid her hands down to her stomach, feeling the furry flesh begin to expand tighter and tighter beneath her touch, and she cried to the indifferent trees as something hard rammed against the inside of her loins, trying to escape.

In an instant, her legs splayed apart as far as they could, farther than she ever had even attempted before, as something large tried to push its way out of her.  Her weary innards squeezed tightly against the object, forcing her engorged pussy lips apart as they yawed open into a giant pink void.  As her genitals stretched larger still, Zecora was covered in sweat, her body and will determined to end the agony as soon as possible.  She squeezed muscles she never knew she had, focusing all of her energy on her gaping loins, and felt them being ripped apart by something that was now starting to come out of her.  More and more she squeezed, her entire body locked in the effort, until in one satisfying release, something popped out of her, its heavy shape thumping down on her tail.

As her numbed pussy exhaled, gradually shrinking back to its normal size, a weary Zecora sat back up, gasping for breath.  She stamped her hands into fists on the jungle floor and shoved her upper body up, watching her breasts retreat back into her chest, feeling her fists harden back into hooves.  As the last of her cleavage disappeared, she was finally confronted with the product of her ordeal: a large white egg wreathed in black zebra stripes, its foot-long oval shape covered in shimmering ooze.

Zecora sat stunned, unable to do anything more than stare at what her body had created.

It was a terrifying, but awesome sight, and as the reality of what had happened to her took hold, she felt a low throbbing in her loins, then a tear down her cheek.  She reached out a hoof and nudged it gently, watching it rock to a stop on her striped tail.  Carefully, she guided her tail out from under it and rolled to her right side, lying in the damp leaves as she nudged her face up to the egg.  As she watched, she felt even more drawn to the object, and new sensations quickly took hold.  She lifted her front hooves and gently pulled it into her chest.

As she did, she could feel a tiny heartbeat thump inside, just enough to tingle Zecora’s warm black and white fur as it stood on end.  She kissed the top of the shell, her taste buds marveling in the strange brew of the exertions that had created it.

“I don’t know who you are or from whence you came,” she said, “but I shall love you just the same.”

Zecora closed her teary eyes and hummed a lullaby as she drifted back to sleep.