Author's Note

This idea was provided by a friend.

Contains: A very loose take on the idea, naked Zecoro, forced rhymes, dancing studs, and Big Mac losing his inhibitions as well as his clothes.

Day 15 - Matter Over Mind (Zecoro/Big Macintosh)

There was a drumming coming from the edge of Everfree Forest.

It was a loud, rhythmic beat that easily wormed its way into the ears of its listener, and simple enough that they couldn’t help but hum, step, or simply move to its enforced tempo.

Big Macintosh was one such stallion caught in its simple spell, bobbing his head to its beat as he traversed the edge of the forest in the middle of the night, intending on heading to Butterscotch’s cabin for… purely innocent reasons.

He hadn’t even realized he’d been caught in its spell, edging ever closer to the noise as he walked. He still intended to make his way to the cute little pegasus stallion, but perhaps a detour was in order.

Just to see who was setting that beautiful rhythm and get it out of his head.

Following the sound in earnest, even entering the forest to do so, Big Mac quickly happened upon a small clearing surrounded by trees. In the center of the clearing, a small, warm fire lit up the darkness.

And around it, a zebra stallion danced while tapping at a drum he held under his arm. Every now and then he threw a plant or powder attached to the drum into the fire, making it flash into new and distracting colors and emit a sweet smoke.

But Big Mac’s eyes were mostly focused on his rhythmic movements, the swaying and shifting of his sweaty, mostly nude muscular form being more than enough to draw his attention. But what really enraptured every bit of the large farmer stallion’s attention was what little clothing the zebra was wearing.

Zecoro’s leather loincloth flapped wildly as he danced, doing nothing to hide the impressive length of his flaccid member to anyone who wished to stare. And Big Macintosh certainly couldn’t help but do so, the continued rhythm in the air and the hypnotic movements that matched it only narrowing his focus.

It took Zecoro a few more moments to realize that he had a visitor. Not missing a step in his dance, he gave a coy smirk to the blushing stallion. “Ah, dear Macintosh, has my ritual drawn you near?” The zebra’s deep voice resounded in the quiet clearing, a sweet and jovial tone that snaked its way into Big Macintosh’s ears. “Please, join me in my dance, there’s no need to fear.”

Big Mac took a step forwards, but was quickly stopped as Zecoro shook his head.

“Oh no, my handsome friend, I don’t mean to be rude.” His eyes narrowed as his smile grew lewdly. “But if you join me in this merriment, you must be completely nude. Abandon your clothes and display yourself for the night. Shed your inhibitions and display for all your might.”

It wasn’t a question of whether Big Mac would strip for the zebra or not, his hands already reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it up over his head. Then unbuckling his belt, removing his jeans, kicking off his boots and his socks.

With each article of clothing removed, Big Macintosh felt lighter and freer as the rhythmic drumming felt like it enveloped him. But, as he hooked his thumbs on the waistband of his underwear, he hesitated.

Zecoro swayed close to Big Mac in response. “My friend, why do you slow? As you can probably see…” He used his free hand to lift his loincloth, revealing a quickly erecting member to the farmer stallion. “I am quite enjoying the show.”

Big Mac’s hands slid his underwear down without further hesitation, revealing his own sizable shaft to an astonished Zecoro. Stepping out of the pile of clothing, pressing into the warm zebra stallion, he felt far freer than he’d ever done before. Work, stress, chores, and more felt locked away by the drumming that resounded in his head, driving his body to move in time with it in earnest now.

Taking the large stud’s hand and pulling him towards the fire, Zecoro smirked with true desire and a throb between his legs.

And, together, they danced through the night.