Beyond The Goddess Within

It was during times like these that Zecora’s incredible balancing skills truly paid off.

After the most nerve-wracking walk of her life, Zecora lowered her head, allowing her zebra-striped egg to roll from the top of her snout and onto her bed.  Exhaling, she stretched, her neck aching from the strain of carrying the deceptively-heavy object all the way into her hut.  Finally, the hard part was over.  It would have been easier if she managed to grow hands once more, she thought, but the cause of her temporary transformation disappeared with the strange goo outside.

Zecora brought her forelegs to her bed and gently rubbed the dark yellow blankets around the egg, fashioning the fabric into a crude nest.  For several minutes, she examined the nest from every angle, nudging it more here and there, terrified that she might have left one avenue open for the unthinkable to happen.  At last, she was satisfied, and with one more glance behind her, she made her way to the humble bookshelf across the room.

“An egg from a pony, how can this be so?” Zecora asked herself as she perused her collection, eventually finding the one she had just borrowed from Twilight a few days before. “Perhaps this book will allow me to know.”

Carefully, she bit the spine of “The Unnatural Egg,” a book so tattered and worn that merely moving it almost caused its yellowed pages to break away from its weathered binding.  She set the book on a nearby table and nudged open the leather cover with her snout, causing a musty smell to puff into her nose.  She read the opening chapter.

“It is well known to ponykind,” she read, working to make sense of the strange font in which the words were written, “that our lives are granted to us by our Supreme Ruler, Princess Celestia.  Because of this, She also grants us our newborn fillies and colts.  At Her discretion, at the right age, and only when we have committed to a union with our special somepony, we mares are imbued with Her magic such that, if we truly deserve it, we will know the joys of motherhood.  Only then does Her ability to create life pass to us, if only for a few months.”

“But what, then, are eggs?” the book continued.  “Eggs are what separate beasts from ponykind.  It is through eggs that beasts, denied by Law the sacred union with our Princess, create life spontaneously through means that will never be fully understood.  It is not known why some beasts produce eggs with hard shells while other beasts produce eggs made of slime.  What is known is that it is an unnatural means of creating life, and this lack of control beasts have over their bodies makes them inferior creatures, destined to be treated as nothing more than amusements - or food.”

Zecora stopped reading.  Her heart beat furiously within her chest, her body consumed by a searing sense of dread.

“A—beast?” she said to herself, unable to form a rhyming couplet.

Zecora turned and looked at herself in a mirror across the room.  The same zebra she always saw was there, though now her pupils were narrowed by terror.  But just as quickly, she was overcome by a sense of outrage, and with it an encroaching anger that put her on the defense.  What she’d experienced in the forest that morning was terrifying at first, but the end result was profoundly beautiful.  She felt life in the egg she had created, and with it instantly the desire to protect that life at all costs, no matter what sprang forth from inside.  She felt a deeper connection to her egg than anything she had experienced before.

And if that made her and her creation beasts, she thought, then so be it.

Suddenly, something wrenched inside Zecora’s body and she cried out, falling to the ground.  Her body ached all the way down to her joints, immobilizing her in a feverish grip of agony.  Grinding her teeth, she immediately thought this pain was the book’s doing, and through raw determination, she stamped her striped forelegs back onto the floor, hoisting up her upper body.  As her head craned upward, arching her back, she felt her heart beating faster, thicker beats, her muscles tightened so hard that it felt like her bones were going to break from the building pressure.

Every strand of Zecora’s black-and-white fur was standing on end again, though this time she felt a peculiar sense of exposure, as if every object in her room was watching her.  She felt the hollowed-out eyes of the masks look over her face, the dangling bottles of potions ogling her curved back, the egg watching her large round flank.  And the more acutely she felt this, the more the confines of her hut seemed to fall away.  The trees around her were watching her convulsions, as were the leafy canopy above and the moist soil below.  She felt the eyes of every creature, every bird, mammal, and reptile.  But most of all, she felt the piercing gaze of something much larger, a presence that was quickly drawing near.

She could feel the presence take a step, and with it Zecora began to comprehend the vague notion of its body.  She felt a large foot pushing down, crushing the underbrush outside as wet mud squished between its toes.  As the foot dug deeper from the shifting weight above it, Zecora felt her own body being squeezed, and she cried to the ceiling as her torso began to stretch, her hips widening as if the foot were stepping on her sweaty buttocks.  The more weight the foot supported, the more she felt like something was being squeezed out of her, trying to find a path of least resistance.  Energy swirled within her, trying her neck and her chest before quickly collecting at her back.

Zecora screamed as her back yanked itself upward, seeming to rip itself completely out of her flesh.  As her shaking forelegs reformed into arms and hands, she felt something pierce her skin from between her shoulder blades, followed by another piercing directly below, then another and another in rapid succession.  Thick, jagged black-and-white spikes were gushing out of her back, dozens of tiny red stripes of blood trickling down her furry sides, leaking over the sweaty skin beneath until she could feel blood swoop over the soft outer edges of her fully-formed breasts.  The last spike popped up at her lower back and the zebra shivered when blood slipped around the bound-up base of her tail and between the parted curves of her ass.  The red trails next slid down the edges of her swollen pussy lips, mixing with the juice oozing from her awakened snatch before rushing down her inner thighs.  The strange pleasure this created was a welcome relief.

The presence’s foot lifted, then its other pressed down, and Zecora’s jaws locked down over growing fangs, her fingers growing talons that dug deep ruts into her floor as her grip pulled her tortured body forward.  As she was crushed once more, her fur seemed to melt off her body, the mixture of sweat and blood on her torso dripping faster and faster over hardening black-and-white scales.  Something pulled at her tail, yanking it taut.  The hair began to twist and compress, then immediately fattened outward, ripping apart the binding that surrounded its base.  As it grew, more scales hardened over its length, and her ass cheeks splayed further apart to accommodate its growing width.

As she felt smaller spikes poke out of her tail’s new leathery form, Zecora felt a weight building on top of her head, and she leaned her head forward, letting the rings around her throbbing throat slip down a couple inches.  Her mohawk was compressing and separating into even more spikes, uniting the row of them that now jutted from her back.

The heavier the spikes on her head became, the more Zecora felt something boil within her throat, a vibrating noise that manifested beneath a reforming voice box.  Her hind legs kicked hard at the floor, the were stuck fast by more talons that flashed out from them.  All at once, she reared up on her knees, her scaly flank pressing against her hind claws, her nipples tingling from scaly breasts as she drew a breath roared to the ceiling, rattling various objects off of her shelves.

Zecora’s mirror revealed a dragon, one with only a few hints of the zebra that once was.  Her stripes remained, but her curves had been exaggerated, as if she had just walked in from a pouring rainstorm.  Looking over her beautiful scales, she felt alive and powerful, more so than she ever had before.  And when she let her claws grab on to her large breasts, a long red tongue flipped out from between her fangs.

It was then that her front door slammed open.

The transformed Zecora turned and growled at her visitor, squeezing her breasts even harder.  It was Spike - or at least she thought it was - and her apprehension morphed into fascination.  Standing up from the small door, he was noticeably taller, standing on two large clawed feet covered in mud.  His broad green chest was half-covered by a muscular purple right arm that reached down the front of him.  In his grip was a fully-erect cock, a small amount of familiar silvery goo dribbling out of its tip.  He looked over at her bed, then, with a smile, back at her.

The sight took Zecora’s breath away.  She licked her lips and got up on two legs, letting her heavy tail unfurl behind her.  Releasing her breasts, she took a step toward Spike and let her hands rub over her new body, hissing between her fangs as she felt the peculiar thickness of the scales over her curves.  The rings on her left arm fell down to her wrist as the talon below reached to tease her moist pussy, the sharp point poking between the delicate lips, stinging as it slipped inside.  Spike, breathing deeply, guided the door closed behind him and stepped toward her as well, massaging the wet tip of his cock.

Without saying a word, the two released their genitals and embraced each other in their leathery arms.  Zecora kissed him and Spike kissed back, the changed zebra rubbing over his sides and feeling the warmth of his cock press against her belly.  She was taller than him, but not by much, and she reached down to squeeze his hard right ass cheek between her digits, letting the talons dig into his scales.  Spike moaned into her mouth, then reached down between them to grab his cock.

Zecora cringed and grinned broadly, feeling his slimy member rub all over her smooth belly.  She brought her hands up behind Spike’s neck as he teased her puffy slit with the tip, rubbing it up and down her tight snatch before finally squeezing it in.  Quickly, Spike grabbed Zecora’s flank and hoisted her up onto his hips, letting her clawed legs wrap around him and tap at his back.  The rest of Spike’s mighty shaft then rammed into Zecora’s quaking cunt, filling her all the way until Spike’s swollen balls slapped against her juicy lips. The two moaned as juice gushed out from between them and onto the floor, her hard nipples pushing stiffly into his toned chest.  Spike pulled back, then quickly thrust into her, settling into a vigorous rhythm.

Zecora pulled her arms tighter around Spike’s neck, pulling her face from his as his fangs nibbled at her neck.  She was hopping on him now, Spike thrusting his hips in shallower strokes to let her slippery thighs smack against his wet lap.  Without her knowledge, the moment of her first climax was already at hand, and her body gave no warning when it unleashed a torrent of juice, her pussy sucking up against Spike’s cock, trying to draw it in deeper.  Her whole body trembled in response, the dragon moaning loud and low, letting her tongue slide up the side of Spike’s face.

The sensation furthered Spike’s resolve and he began to lose his footing, his cock thrusting irregularly as the two spun around toward the entrance of the hut.  At last, Spike slammed Zecora’s back against the front door, and as her spikes dug into the wood, she was held in place, her tail wagging beneath her.  She felt no pain, only a momentary tug at her backside before Spike began fucking her even harder, ramming her against the door, rattling its rusty hinges.  A crack of splintering wood came next and the door failed completely, crashing onto the stairs outside so that Spike was on top of her, her body now fixed in a downward angle, the spike on her head nearest to the forest floor.

She could feel Spike was close, his cock wriggling and throbbing harder inside her, and he lifted his body up, the few invading rays of the morning sun casting tiny shadows on every ripple of his muscular chest.  As Spike’s jaw locked, a spurt of juice splattered out over Zecora’s roasting cunt and over her swollen clit, sizzling over the tiny hump, and she realized she was about to cum as well.  The two dragons moaned to the trees standing sentinel around them, Spike’s cock bucking back inside her quicker and quicker as she reached up to grab his ass.  Then, just as her talons dug in, the two lovers came in one ferocious burst, seed splattering deep inside her as her cream squished all around his releasing cock.  They shuddered and cried in each other’s arms, the broken door beneath them cracking and fracturing into useless kindling.  Spike leaned down and pressed his lips into hers, their sweaty claws rubbing each other’s scales as their genitals continued to squirt into one another with gradually less intensity.

It was then that Spike felt something bulge up from beneath him, pressing against his rigid stomach.  Zecora cried aloud as a familiar sensation took hold, the unmistakable feeling of something growing inside her.  Spike climbed off of her and sat on his thick legs, watching as Zecora moaned, her belly stretching upward and outward as new life began to throb inside her.  Spike leaned his face down and kissed Zecora’s agape jaws as she cried, licking her cheek.  Zecora blushed and tried to kiss back, but her legs splayed apart as the manifesting shape began to squeeze out from her loins.  Much quicker than before, her conquered pussy obeyed, and the lips pulled apart to release another zebra-striped egg.  It thumped against the sensitive underside of her tail and rolled safely onto the ground, its wet curves picking up a coat of dirt.

Catching her breath, Zecora sat back up and looked back at it, then up at Spike, whose eyes were full of amazement.  Blushing brightly, she sat herself up and the two embraced.  In that moment, neither of them seemed to care that they hadn’t reverted back to their old bodies.

“My dearest Spike, we have twice made life,” said Zecora, “please be my husband and I shall be your wife.”  Spike blushed as he grinned with pride.

“You got it,” he said, kissing her lips once more.  “I love you, Zecora.”