Waking up, naked in her bed, Zecora yawned out before stretching a little. Shivering a little as the last of her night’s rest washed over her, she dragged herself out of bed. The zebra had an attractive, alluring body, a pair of luscious tits, juicy, round ass, but what others didn’t know was the massive, meaty cock and balls between her legs. Not like anyone would know, Zecora was rather secretive about her personal life, and though many a stallion offered to date her, while others more crudely flirted with her, she never gave them the time of day. But right now, as she rubbed her eyes, she looked down at her leaking cock, half erect from morning wood, she sighed a little.
“It seems I can no longer prolong my fate.” Zecora muttered to herself. “I will need to find myself a mate.”
A tradition in her tribe back home, once a futa mare comes of age, they were expected to get themselves a personal broodmare; one to bear their foals over and over again. Because she didn’t live near any other zebras, Zecora had prolonged this, but every morning for the last few months, she had been waking with greater and greater desires to fuck and breed. And while masturbating did help here and there, there were no more delays, Zecora needed a mate. But who would be a perfect candidate? It wasn’t like Ponyville lacked attractive mares, but the town was also incredibly tightly knit, everyone knew everyone. So anyone she picked would possibly talk about it. And it wasn’t like she was ashamed of her throbbing cock, it’s just how rare futas were in Ponyville.
“I’ll have to pick someone with further ado.” Zeocra groaned again, rubbing the back of her head as she fully stood up. “So let us prepare the brew.”
Preparing her cauldron, she took a potion she had brought with her from her homeland, one that was kept in the back, covered in a thin layer of dust. Cleaning it off, Zecora drank it. The balls between her legs tingled, then grow hot, and then swelled until they were double the size as they were before. The zebra moaned out, shivering for a while as she closed her eyes, visualizing who would be the best possible broodmare for her. Casting ingredients and reagents into the cauldron, she eventually found one mare who would fit all she needed; Rarity. Though she and the unicorn have not spoken as often as desired, she was certainly a beautiful and suitable pick. Young, at the peak of her fertility, and having never dated anyone before, there were no chances of rivals.
“Yes, yes, Rarity is the one I need.” Zecora cooed, reaching down to slowly start jerking herself off, pointing her cock towards the slowly bubbling cauldron. “She shall be the mare to take my seed.”
Groping at one of her large tits with one hand, teasing and tugging at her dark nipple, Zecora masturbated harder and faster. Panting, she licked her lips as she let the pleasures of her fantasies only add to her growing and coming climax. Moaning out, the zebra could feel as she was getting ready to cum. This was the day she was postponing for so long, and yet now that the drink she had taken had taken hold of her, she couldn’t stop thinking about Rarity. The captivating, beautiful mare was the perfect candidate, but Zecora was not foolish enough to think that the mare would just go along with it. This was the purpose of the cauldron.
“Rarity…Rarity…as soon as you taste this cum filled wine…” Zecora panted, moaning out as she couldn’t hold it in anymore. “You shall be mine!”
Gasping out, the zebra moaned out, jerking faster and faster until she couldn’t hold it in anymore. Cumming, she blasted her thick ropes of spunk from the blunt head of her cock, splashing it into her cauldron. The mixing of her cum added to the already stewing ingredients, causing the brew to swirl and bubble until it changed color, shimmering and settling before the brew became still. Panting and gasping for air, Zecora’s cock settled as she kept the images of Rarity in her mind. It was all part of the process. Reaching for a bottle, she filled it with the brew, which shimmered for a moment of Zecora’s cutie mark and then Rarity’s cutie mark until it settled. The scent was exotic, and yet an alluring sweetness, proof that she crafted it correctly.
“There, the trap is set, and all I need to do is guide her to my lair.” Zecora said, smirking a little as her mind was racing over what she was going to do to the mare. “And then, my lovely Rarity, you shall become my broodmare.”
Walking along the only safe, dirt path through the Everfree Forest, Rarity was huffing and frustrated. While she usually had a sizable pair of breasts, and a sexy looking ass, her features had been exaggerated somehow. Audibly bouncing in front of her, her tits were massive, possibly three or four sizes bigger than before. And her ass was so succulent and enlarged, that the mare was forced to walk a certain way to avoid the clapping sound of her bouncing ass cheeks and smooth thighs. Her sister, Sweetie Belle, as well as the rest of her friends, had struck at her while she was working with a water balloon full of some strange liquid.
It was only when she had showered and changed her clothes that the effects of what was in fact a poison joke water balloon took effect. The last time she was afflicted with the stuff, it only covered her in a massive amount of her mane hair like a shaggy coat. But now, her already sexy features were expanded, with her tits and ass becoming so big, that it tore through her clothes. Thankfully, Rarity was skilled enough with both fashion and magic to craft some clothes that could handle her new endowments, but she couldn’t go about her day, let alone work like this. It was a good thing that she knew Zecora, confident that the zebra could help her.
“I can’t believe those girls did that to me!” Rarity huffed in anger and embarrassment. “Hopefully Zecora can do something about this.” Arriving at the zebra’s hut, she knocked rapidly at the door.
“Yes, yes, I am coming. I shall be there in a few.” Zecora called out, feigning ignorance of who was at her door. Opening it, she looked at the mare with a smile. “Rarity? What can I do for you?”
“Hello, Zecora, and I desperately need help with something.” Rarity asked, struggling to get into the hut as her boobs pressed against the doorframe. “I’m sorry to bother you, but as you can see, I’m in a bit of a conundrum.”
“Not at all, I am always happy to do what I can.” Zecora said, doing her best not to smile too eagerly at the sight of the near fertility goddess that was Rarity’s body under the effect of Poison Joke. “Though I am not surprised that as soon as this happened, you ran.”
“That’s not even the worst part.” Rarity said, taking off her top to give the zebra a better look at her massive tits. Her nipples had darkened, were so plump, and leaked out some sweet smelling, creamy, warm milk. “This only just started before I got here, and I would greatly appreciate anything that can fix this.”
“Of course, of course, I know exactly what to do to fix this.” Zecora replied, showing the potion she had brewed before. Her mind was racing over how easy this was. Giving Sweetie Belle the poison joke formula, knowing she would prank her sister, it was all coming together so easily. “Once you drink, everything will return to your usual bliss.” Taking the potion with a smile, Rarity drank it.
The effects of this potion were immediate. An intense heat swelled within the mare’s body. Starting at her belly, Rarity could feel not just this heat spreading all over, but the tingling aftershocks of this sensation was like that of her estrus. Her huge boobs swayed from her panting, her plump nipples leaked out even more creamy milk, and her pussy was getting so wet as her head was spinning, almost becoming lightheaded. Whether she realized it or not, the mare’s hand slowly reached down, rubbing at her pussy over her clothes, almost forgetting that the zebra was there. Seeing that the potion was taking a hold, Zecora was ready to show her soon to be broodmare the cock she was going to crave.
“Z-Zecora?!” Rarity gasped, looking at the zebra’s fat, meaty cock. It was so big, and her body only got hotter as soon as she so much as smelled the masculine scent of this dick. “What…why do you have something like that?!” Zecora only smirked, letting the mare unknowingly masturbate a little more as she was panting as if she was at the height of her most intense heat.
“The time for talk is long since passed.” Zecora said, glaring intensely at the mare who was trembling before her. Reaching down, she stroked along her cock, letting out some oozing precum. “Now, I will fill you with every drop of seed I have amassed.”
Rarity’s mind was spinning, struggling to hold herself together, and the way this zebra cock was looking at her, pointed and dripping. She smelled so good, and she felt like it was her purpose to get on her knees and choke herself on it. She wanted to feel it in the back of her throat, facefucking herself on it. Looking the mare’s body over, Zecora knew that there was no going back, and she really, really wanted to just grab the mare’s body, throwing her on her bed and breed her like the broodmare she was going to be. But there was more to this ritual than just the fucking, though that was the best part. Walking closer, the zebra didn’t waste anymore time, taking the mare by the hand and kissing her.
Rarity moaned softly in Zecora’s mouth, her very being melting at her touch. Reaching up and around, she slowly stripped the mare from her clothes, leaving her as a massive pair of milky tits, wide, foal bearing hips, and the submissive attitude she had towards this only made her cock all the harder. The ceremony was short, but the most important part was here. With some reluctance, she pulled away from kissing Rarity as she walked over to a special, wooden box that she brought with her from her homeland. Opening it, there was a beautiful armband made of small, colorful woven cords and beads. Holding it in her hands, she presented it to the mare. Rarity wasn’t fully sure about all of this, the pleasure being too much for her, but she accepted the gift.
Taking the cord, Zecora slid it along Rarity’s left arm, and once it was on, the ceremony was complete. The mare now belonged to her, and she was going to be her broodmare. The zebra’s cock was throbbing harder than before, and she couldn’t contain her pleasure anymore. Grabbing at her, she pulled her in, kissing passionately at her, slipping her tongue in her moaning mouth as the two of them were lost in the primal tremors of wild lust. That rippled throughout their bodies. Rarity’s fat tits leaked out more heavy streams of milk, which added an aroma of sweetness into the room. Zecora couldn’t stop this anymore, she was going to breed this mare, and she was going to do it now.
Taking Rarity by the hand, Zecora guided her to her bed, and with a simple, not so gentle, yet not so hard push, she caused the mare to stumble back, laying on her bed. Her massive rack bounced and swayed, letting out more milk as she looked up at Zecora with a passionate, needy stare. The pleasure was too much, Rarity couldn’t think anymore. Spreading her legs, she presented her pussy lips to the zebra who now owned her. Licking her lips, the zebra stroked her cock a little more before reaching down, grabbing at the mare’s legs, hoisting them upwards and partially against her tits, making more milk spill out. Licking her lips, she lined up her cock, kissing her blunt head against Rarity’s soft opening.
“For this first night, I must claim you in your most fertile of holes.” Zecora hummed, getting her cockhead into Rarity’s pussy, making her coo softly at the slow and gentle insertion. “This is to ensure you are well bred to birth all of my foals.”
Pushing a little more, she got roughly halfway into Rarity’s pussy before Zecora paused. Being merciful, she let the mare’s soft, smooth insides coil around her thick size. But once she was sure her broodmare was used to her size enough, Zecora pulled back, only to ram her size as hard and deep as she could. Rarity gasped out, her very sensitive pussy cumming a vice grip tight and splattering orgasm. Her sweet juices spilled out of her soft hole, and her nipples were so hard and twitching, that milk was squirting out as if they were cumming too. Hammering herself in a rapidly growing speed, Zecora was fucking her mare like she was trying to stretch out and ruin her insides. She didn’t want her broodmare to even think that anyone could fuck her after this.
“Scream for me, moan, pant, coo, and whine…” Zecora huffed, feeling herself slipping slowly and slowly into the madness of this mind shattering pleasure. Panting, she was almost drooling as a manic look was swirling in her eyes, and every word she spoke was met with a hard and body shaking thrust. “Because you are mine…mine…mine…mine…all fucking mine!”
Rarity came over and over again, her insides were so hot, tingling and shivering with pleasure as her ovaries were in overdrive to ovulate. The potion was pushing her to be bred over and over again, and the hot spunk in Zecora’s bouncing, heavy balls were all priming and preparing themselves to compete for the chance to fuck into her eggs and get her pregnant with every one of the zebra’s foals. Both mares’ instincts were screaming out. They wanted to make a foal, a zony baby that Rarity would love and tend to. And with the size of her tits, leaking out so much milk, she was going to be able to nurse dozens and dozens of foals. The idea of her being so full, utterly bloated with Zecora’s foals was too much for the mare.
Rarity’s eyes were rolling back and twitching, tongue dangling as she was cumming over and over again. The potion was putting her in such a state of oversensitive orgasms, she couldn’t think of anything but the chance to be bred by Zecora over and over again. Her cervix opened up, inviting the zebra to delve all the way inside her, she wanted nothing more than the pleasures to be fucked so full. Focusing the strength of her thrusts, Zecora was bottoming out so hard inside her, rubbing her leaking cockhead against the inner folds of the mare’s smooth womb. Rarity’s body twitched, and her moans were begging for her zebra mistress to knock her up.
“Ready, my love, my broodmare to be fucked and filled until you are round?” Zecora moaned, reaching down, sinking her hands into Rarity’s massive boobs, soaking her fingers in her milk. “Because we will not be stopping until all of your eggs have been drowned.”
Humping into her broodmare, Zecora could feel herself getting ready to cum. She could feel the way her cock was throbbing, swelling and pulsing as her cum was churning within her balls. She was getting so close, she was going to blow every gallon of her cum into her fertile womb. Zecora hissed, struggling for a moment to hold it all in. She wanted to cum, but she didn’t want this to stop yet. She felt the way her passions were washing over her, driving her to only breed her harder. She was going to cum, she was going to impregnate this mare, and as her broodmare, Rarity would be expected to service and love Zecora’s cock for the rest of her life. That was her only purpose in life now, to take her cock within her whenever and wherever she wanted.
Zecora would awaken in the morning to the sloppy, passionate blowjobs of her broodmare. While pregnant, Rarity would supplement the majority of her diet with her mistress’ thick spunk, having it mixed into everything she eats, as well as taking it directly from her dick at all times. From there, if Zecora wasn’t horny, Rarity would be allowed to go about her life as a fashion mare, but her sole purpose, above all else, was to take her mistress’ cock. It was only by the zebra’s mercy that she would be allowed to do anything else. Rarity seemed to be aware of this, or some part of her mind was accepting this new life she was going to lead, and she loved every second of it.
“Here it comes…I’m going to cum, to feel you with my seed…” Zecora moaned out, panting as she was getting close to her hot and thick release. “From today on, your body will be mine to breed!” Gasping out, she slammed herself into the mare’s pussy, her cock so swollen with lust, that she wasn’t going to let a single drop spill out.
Rarity gasped out her own breathless scream as she could feel the heat of Zecora’s thick spunk flooding into her womb, filling her so quickly. So overly sensitive was the mare, that she could almost feel the little swimmers not only competing with each other to impregnate her tender, fertile eggs, but it was like the spunk was fucking her eggs from the inside. Pushing harder on Rarity’s body, Zecora was groping and fondling, grabbing and teasing at her nipples, milking her fat tits and thick nipples for every ounce of her creamy, warm release. The zebra’s body shivered as she was being overwhelmed by the pleasure, her thoughts were fading along with her consciousness as her pussy was milking her for every thick, oozing glob of seed.
“Not bad, for the first round at least. But the ceremony can run for many, long hours.” Zecora said, pulling her cock out to an audible pop, her cock still hard and dripping. Rubbing at the mare’s bloated belly, she cooed. “But do not worry, my lovely broodmare. The future is all ours.”
