Big Mac shifted uncomfortably, checking over his shoulder at the forest that flanked him. He’d traveled with Applebloom many times to Zecora’s hut, but the Everfree never failed to unsettle him. Hoof-falls brought him back to focus as the door was pulled open and ethereal green light spilled out into the forest, Zecora casting him in shadow.
“Uh...bad time?” He tentatively spoke.
“Ah, Big Mac! What a delight. Welcome, come in, ignore the green light.” She chuckled and turned, returning to her cauldron.
“Oh, t-thank ya.” He followed slowly, looking around the reclusive zebra’s home. The light of her cauldron cast angry-looking shadows about her walls, but she hummed as if she were cooing a foal to sleep.
“Whatcha workin on?” He peered over her shoulder, taking care not to expose himself too much if it suddenly exploded.
“Oh, this? Nothing fancy. Just a little homebrew necromancy.”
There was a beat, but before Mac could question her she was already laughing.
“Ah my friend, just a joke. Come let's discuss this problem you wrote.”
She began to peruse her many shelves of bottles and flask, some muted and inert and some glowing and shaking with an unsettling energy.
“Well uh...I...” Mac felt the blush rising to his cheeks, feeling a bit embarrassed. He screwed his eyes shut for a moment before sighing. “Ah’ heard through the apple orchard that you’ve got a potion. One that helps ponies with their...bedroom problems.”
“Oh? Bedroom trouble? A pony your age? I’m quite befuddled.”
“Not that kinda trouble! The opposite sorta...Mares say it’s too big. Say it hurts when we’re....doingit.” He whispered the last bit. “I’ve run every mare in town off the farm with the damn thing. I can’t do nothin’ with it, I need it to be smaller.” He paused, watching Zecora’s eyebrows slowly rise.
“Ah forget it. This is embarrassin’, Ah’m going home.” He turned to leave, before feeling the zebra grab his shoulder and spin him back around with surprising strength.
“My friend, do not be ashamed. This is a problem that is easily tamed.” She turned back to her creations, taking a moment before reaching for the top shelf and grabbing a bottle of deep purple liquid, a black stripe wrapped around its body.
“This is a special brew, the side effects I think just for you. Taken daily, one’s size will begin to decrease. Once you’re happy, simply cease.” She smiled and pushed the vial into his hands.
“Huh...really? Wouldn’t have thought anypony would think to make somethin like that.”
“Where I come from, many males are very blessed. Sometimes, however, there is too much excess. A sip a day will suffice, to help you with your special vice.” The zebra smiled.
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Mac observed himself in the mirror. Whatever was in that potion was doing its job. In just a week he’d lost an inch and a bit of girth when hard. While some stallions might find the idea horrifying, Mac was ecstatic. He had the size to lose and still be more than average when it came to equipment, and soon he’d be able to bring a mare home without her leaving him blue-balled.
Running his hand along his tool slowly, he bit his lip as a bit of pre began to drool from the tip. His balls felt heavy between his thighs. Applejack was in Appeloosa visiting Cherry Jubilee and Applebloom was sleeping over at Scootaloos...Maybe that could be sooner rather than later...
He picked up the bottle, uncorking it and letting it permeate the air. It smelled of sex and oddly, strawberries.
“If a sip a day dropped me an inch...maybe a big gulp will lose me another?” He stared into the swirling purple liquid for a moment, before his boner got the better of him and he turned it up to his lips. One big gulp slid down his throat before he corked it and tossed it aside, walking to his closet to get dressed for a night of tail chasing.
A few minutes passed, and he could already feel the effects. He didn’t stop to watch, vagina on the mind as he slid on a clean tee and his leather jacket, working a pair of jeans over the bulge in his briefs. Sliding into his boots and slipping a few condoms into his back pocket, Mac made for the door...before blacking out entirely.
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The world was slow to return to him. Light assaulted his closed eyes, and he squirmed to avert himself from it. The ground was warm and moist, and he felt his bare fur pressed against it all over. He pushed himself up, finally forcing his eyes open. All-round him there was green. Trees reached high into the sky, vines hung low, and the grass brushed against his chin. He heard all manner of wildlife around him, and suddenly he felt very small. He quickly stumbled to his feet, looking around. A muted crunch of grass brought him wheeling about, facing the unknown. He jumped and stumbled back, for the first time in his life having to look up to meet the eyes of a pony. Or rather three of them. Looking down at him were zebra females of massive proportion. Two heads taller than him easily, their bodies bristled with muscle under their striped hide, and their hips were as wide as he was broad in the chest. The center zebra mares mane was styled in a tall mohawk. The mare that flanked her left had tied her mane into a singular long dreadlock, which Mac could see swinging slowly back and forth behind her. The last’s mane was unkept, growing in an uneven afro that stopped just above her ears. They were the most beautiful mares Mac had seen in his life.
“He has interesting taste.” The center mare spoke, snapping the stallion out of his trance.
“He certainly does.” The dreadlock mare responded, from her hip, she unclasped a coil of rope.
Mac’s eyes widened and he turned to flee, stumbling as his hooves struggled to find footing. He could hear them pursuing as he fled, their hoof-falls thundering through the jungle. Something was off. He was in a place that he didn’t recognize, pursued by ponies he didn’t know, not knowing what they intended to do to him...he should be terrified, but as he pushed himself as hard as he could to escape them, he felt nothing but exhilaration.
He stole a glance over his shoulder. They were close. So close they should have caught him by now. They effortlessly stepped over every obstacle in their path, not losing pace. Each misstep he made they would slow, picking back up again when he found his footing. The dreadlock mare made a throw with her rope, the lasso on the end barely missing his leg. He could feel blood rushing to his nethers. This was arousing him! The chase, the unknown predators chasing their prey...him. He began to stumble more as his cock wagged back and forth, like the tail of a dog who knew they were due for a treat. He checked his pursuers again, only to find no one. Sliding to a stop in the slick jungle grass, he was confused, looking everywhere for the three amazons. The snap of rope pulled tautly took his attention as a tree fell from the canopy above, and suddenly he was yanked off the ground, dangling upside down from his hooves. He tried to reach for the twine coiled around his ankles but to no avail, the tip of his cock staring him down almost mockingly.
He heard them emerge from the brush, looking around for them in a frantic mix of arousal and fear.
“Shhh...” He felt a hand slide from his ass to his shoulder, the mohawk mare circling around to face him, her hand resting on his cheek. She silently pointed toward the sky, beckoning his gaze to follow. The sky was a twisting coil of purple...just the same as the potion Zecora had given him. “You will enjoy this~” She whispered in a sensual tone. Mac bit his lip as he watched the zebra lean forward, slipping half of his cock into her mouth as casually as a peck on the cheek. The stallion shuddered, having never experienced the warmth surrounding his cock like this mare. Most could barely manage to wrap their lips around the tip. She stroked his cheek gently, her tongue lashing against his sensitive flesh as she bobbed back and forth along his length. Mac could feel his balls tighten as the most powerful orgasm he’d ever experienced swelled at his base.
At that moment the mare pulled her mouth off, her lips popping as the head slipped free.
“P-Please...” Mac whimpered pitifully, his hips straining to touch his cock to those pillowy lips for even just a moment more.
“Soon my dear~” She replied before the afro mare bound his wrist, sliding a long wooden rod between his arms and up between his legs. In one swift movement, he felt the rope holding him aloft give way, the afro mare hoisting her end of the rod over her shoulder as the dreadlock mare caught his falling legs on her own. They carried him effortlessly back to their camp.
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In the time it took them to transport him, Mac had learned a bit about his new captors. The leader was the mohawk mare, named Nguvu. The dreadlock mare Haraka, and the afro mare, bustiest of the three, was Mapenzi. This place, it wasn’t real. It was supposedly a place deep in one's mind, where the truest form of a pony and its desires resided. Apparently he really had a type. Drinking large amounts of the potion at once is what brought him here...and if he was honest he was none too concerned with leaving. Even the way they carried him like a captured kill, it drove him wild. He had hardly softened since they’d taken him. They moved into a clearing, a village far too large for just three mares coming into view.
“There are more of you?” Mac asked with a mix of concern and arousal.
“There will be,” Mapenzi answered from behind.
Mac chose to not question her as they sat him down. Haraka and Mapenzi worked quickly, untying his binds. He watched as Nguvu disappeared into a hut. Night drew near, and Haraka stepped away to start a fire, leaving the stallion alone with the busty zebra. He tentatively reached for her breast, sinking his hand into the soft flesh. She cooed softly at the touch, but grasped his hand and pushed it away, taking his other into her own and pinning them above his head. She straddled the smaller male, leaning forward until her breast rested softly on his chest, her dark black nipples leaking invitingly.
“Drink~” She whispered. He felt his shaft brush against something warm and he desperately tried to press himself further against it, but her weight kept him in place. He slowly brought his lips to her breast, taking a nipple into his mouth and beginning to suckle. The moment the warm liquid touched his tongue he felt as if he were floating. The sky above begin to darken faster, and the glow of the fire was suddenly upon him. He didn’t know how long he’d suckled her, only that she continued to goad him, pressing him to drink more and more. He felt his chest begin to swell, but he did not care. Her milk was so sweet, so thick; he needed more. The red mounds beneath Mapenzi’s breast grew larger, pressing against her until his own breast pushed the zebra’s from his mouth. He whined at their absence as she stepped up and away.
“With these, you will feed our children~” She spoke softly, her voice distant as if she were underwater.
Nguvu and Haraka stepped into view above him, adorned with deep red and blue paint in designs across their fur. They had removed their clothing, Nguvu’s breast just a size smaller than Mapenzi, with Haraka the smallest at what Mac thought was a C cup. Wordlessly they knelt, dipping their fingers in bowls of paint and smearing it across his fur. Nguvu delicately laid the linework across both of the stallion's new breasts, the pony shivering as the sensitive flesh was pressed against. Haraka slowly laid stripes across Mac’s red fur. As she worked, Nguvu moved lower, pressing the paint into his stomach and slowly up his cock. When he felt Haraka’s fingers press into his stomach, his flesh gave way. Where once were toned abs rippling under his bright red fur, there was now a slightly chubby belly, leading to widened hips that nestled his cock and balls snugly.
He could hear them speaking words, but he did not understand them. Every inch of him was in ecstasy. His breasts were so sensitive to the touch he could hardly bear it, and his cock leaked pre like a faucet, glistening in the now roaring light of the fire. He felt them grasp his tool, all three looking at him with hungry eyes that shone bright with the roaring flame. He shuddered as he felt the pleasure course through him unknown to any stallion or mare. He dug his hands into the dirt as he bucked his hips against their grip, the sensation overwhelming. He cried out in a voice not his own as his cock erupted into the night air, cumming so hard the mares had to adjust their grip. Each twitch Mac felt his cock receding, but the pleasure only grew. Mapenzi removed her hand, then Haraka, and finally Nguvu, and when Mac looked down at them through cum covered eyes, he no longer saw his monstrous tool, but the mound of a mare, engorged and winking with the need to be filled.
She felt her legs being pushed apart, looking down to see Nguvu's muzzle at her mound, her hot breath making the new mare tense in anticipation. Her nethers burned with desire, and she could feel the flow of juices running down between her much fatter than before ass. She locked eyes with Nguvu, the zebra mares like the predatory gaze of a lion ready to strike, yet she did not move.
"P-Please..." the red mare whined.
She smirked, completely in control. "What is your name?"
"M-Macintosss..." She replied, her words slurring from the overwhelming ecstacy.
"No longer." Nguvu corrected firmly, "You are Redlove. Bride of the tribe, and mother of our children, understand?"
"Y-Yes...I understand Mistress. Please!" She begged, trying her best to press her mound against the Matriarchs’s lips.
"Good." Nguvu smiled, before pressing her tongue against the apple mares folds. Redlove shrieked in pleasure, the direct assault on her newly formed flower shaking her to the very core. She felt something prod against her cheek, turning her head to see Mapenzi knelt beside her sporting a massive black cock, her balls resting engorged and heavy. Without a word Redlove accepted the advance, opening wide as Mapenzi pushed her cock against her lips. The busty zebra was slow, savoring the warmth of her mouth, and the puffiness of her lips as they suckled her cock. Redlove felt a weight on her chest, opening her eyes for just a moment to seen Haraka seated on her, sliding an even larger stallionhood between her new breast, which made her shudder at the sensation. Haraka ground her cock against them, slowly picking up pace as she used the former stallions ample cumshot as lube to fuck her tits.
All the while Redlove’s legs spasmed as Nguvu lapped at her folds, her tongue mercilessly battering the red mares clit.
She gave a muffled cry when she felt Nguvu's mouth leave her, the sensation unbearable to be without. She did not have to see it to know, as Nguvu pressed her cock against her mound to know it was the largest. She could feel it twitching against her, the weight of her massive tool grinding against her sensitive flesh enough to send the new mare over the edge. She squealed around Mapenzi's cock as it rocked her body, splattering across Nguvu's cock a show of utter submission and devotion. With that, the alpha zebra gripped the pony’s legs and pushed them high, pressing her tool against the unbelievably tight entrance. Redlove had never felt so full in her life, and her mistress was barely inside her. She felt Mapenzi's hands grip the back of her head as she began to thrust urgently, pre spilling out across Redlove's tongue in waves.
Nguvu began to push deeper, thrusting faster. Redlove could not even fathom the levels of pleasure that washed over her endlessly, another orgasm surging through her already. The three mares fucked mercilessly, the sounds of their claim to her echoing shamelessly throughout the jungle.
Haraka was the first, her savage grunting reaching its apex as her seed painted Redloves already cum covered face, her cock surging between the apple mares tits. Mapenzi was not far behind, grasping the mare by her newly lengthened mane and pressing her muzzle all the way to her base, her cock throbbing as each blast of seed forced down the cum drunk mares throat. Finally, Nguvu's thrust became erratic, her strokes shorter. Just as Mapenzi pulled her bulging head from Redlove's throat the apple mare felt her Mistress flare inside her, a visible bulge showing in her stomach. Redlove screamed out her name as she felt Nguvu fill her, immediately seed welling up and beginning to escape her abused pussy. Nguvu held her there for a good while, making sure every last drop filled their new concubine before she finally pulled herself free, letting loose the tide of seed to pool at Redlove's ass.
She crawled up beside the mare, gently grasping her chin to pull her bleary gaze to her. "Like your orchards, our seed is planted, and will grow into strong children who will topple your feeble Princesses~" She ran her hand along Redlove's belly possessively, the apple mare only cooing sensually at her words.
But the night was young, and the three were far from finished...
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Redlove sat in a hut, the now familiar tug of a wooden brush coursing through her hair as Mapenzi groomed her. She held in her arms two foals who mewled softly as they suckled at her breast, the visible bulge of more yet to come below them. The sleeping foal slung to her back began to whimper, only for Mapenzi's soft touch to lull it back to peace.
"I'll need more from her soon. I am almost out." Redlove spoke softly, as to not wake her children.
"We will be right here, waiting for your return as always." Mapenzi cooed softly, laying a kiss against the pregnant mothers back.
Redlove could feel it slipping away. The sky drew nearer, and it split open to a dark void.
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Big Mac knocked on the wooden door insistently, desperately hoping he hadn't missed her. To his delight, he heard her approach, and practically ran inside the moment she opened the door.
"Big Mac, you're back? Why so soon? I only saw you this afternoon."
"I need more Zecora. It takes more each time to stay longer. Please, I love it there..."
The zebra paused before she clicked her tongue, nodding and walking to lean against the wall. "Very well, I'll serve your vice, but of course you know the price."
Mac nodded, already throwing his pants off to the side before she'd even finished. He knelt and crawled to her, pressing his nose into the impressive bulge in her cloth skirt, smelling the masculinity that was once his. What was left of his own cock twitched in delight, it was little more than an insignificant bump between his legs now, like a leaky little button. As he pressed his lips against her now freed cock, he reached behind himself, slipping a digit quickly followed by another into his ass for preparation of what was to come.
Zecora groaned in delight as she felt the "stallions" lips pass over her cock, thrusting into his mouth as she used his ears for handles.
"Yeeeeess my dear," she bit her lip. "You're trained so well." She began steadily pumping his mouth, salivating at the thought of filling his now mare-ish ass with a second load before the day was over.
"I do believe it's time you tell~"
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