Twilight’s defeat of Trixie with the help of Zecora’s tutoring did not mean the end of her lessons from the zebra. It actually had the opposite effect, as Twilight visited her much more often now for magical training sessions.
The lessons often consisted of varying degrees of mental and physical training and conditioning. Today’s lesson, Zecora had told Twilight, would be about concentration.
“Alright. What do I need to do?” Twilight asked with her usual enthusiasm, trotting to the center of Zecora’s hovel. The zebra alchemist had cleared her cauldron and other items out of the way, leaving the area wide open.
Zecora herself trotted over with a small red bouncy-ball balanced on the tip of her nose, and gestured with a hoof for Twilight to take a seat on the floor. “For you to pass this exam properly, you need to successfully ignore me. I will try my hardest to distract you. Just concentrate – that is all you must do,” she cheerfully explained, before flicking her head to the side to toss the bouncy ball towards Twilight.
Twilight caught the ball in an aura of purple energy, and hovered it in front of her face. “Easy enough,” she said with a smile. “How long do I have to-“
Twilight was suddenly very aware of a zebra sitting down right next to her. Directly next to her on her left side, in fact, with almost no room between them. “Remember, Twilight, do not drop that sphere,” Zecora whispered in her ear, the other mare’s warm breath sending strange tingles down Twilight’s neck. The aura of telekinetic energy around the bouncy ball briefly flickered, but held strong. “I’m sorry,” the alchemist purred, “Do you mind me sitting here?”
“Um…” Twilight squeaked, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. “Well, I’m not used to it, that’s for sure…”
Zecora pulled back, and gave Twilight a kind smile. “If you are uncomfortable, tell me so. I can use other distractions, you know. This simply seems the most effective one. And…” she leaned back in to whisper coyly in the unicorn’s ear, “I can assure you, the one most fun.”
Twilight made another awkward squeak, and the blush on her cheeks became noticeably darker. “S-so you’re saying,” she nervously stammered, “You intend to… distract me… through methods that are… rather personal?” To her credit, the glow around the bouncy ball remained at a stable intensity.
Zecora chuckled softly in Twilight’s ear; the sensation sent a small shiver down the mare’s neck. “That is up to you to decide, Twilight. To force this upon you would not be right. Further than you allow, I will not go. If you want me to stop… just tell me so,” she softly whispered.
Twilight shifted slightly, and turned to look at the alchemist while absent-mindedly holding the ball aloft. She silently studied her friend for a moment with an unsure expression, before looking back at the little red sphere. “Well... I suppose we could… try. You’re my friend, Zecora. I trust you,” Twilight said with a meek smile, though there was faint nervousness in her voice. “And I guess I can look at it as a… um… learning experience.” After a few seconds, though, she turned cracked a small smirk. “Besides, I’m slightly curious to see how well I do.”
Once again, Twilight felt the warmth of Zecora’s breath in her ear as the zebra chuckled, causing her to involuntarily flick her ears and shudder slightly. “Your trust is well placed, Twilight my dear. Also, you have quite a sensitive ear.” Zecora proved this observation by gently nipping at the ear in question, resulting in Twilight letting out another small squeak. A few more nibbles and soft kisses rewarded Zecora with several more squeaks and small gasps from the purple unicorn. “How is your focus?”
“Fine!” Twilight briskly replied, the blush on her cheeks now quite dark. “The ball is levitating just fine. I’m just fine. Everything is fine! In fact, I could probably handle more than just you kissing my ear,” she innocently observed with a slightly flippant roll of her eyes.
Zecora smirked. “Is that a boast, or an invitation?”
Twilight gave a few furtive glances between Zecora and the levitating ball. “Um. Both. Yes, I would say both.”
Twilight let out a small yip of surprise as Zecora suddenly leaned in and began to kiss the back of her neck. At the same time, the zebra began to run her right forehoof through the unicorn’s mane, while the other wrapped around Twilight and pulled her into a close embrace. The sudden assault of kisses sent a shiver down her spine, and the aura around the ball flickered dangerously.
“Focus focus focus…” the unicorn hissed to herself, quickly regaining her composure. That was the point of the test, after all. Focusing and concentrating on her magic and avoiding distractions. Not enjoying carnal pleasure at the mercy of Zecora. Even though that prospect certainly seemed more and more appealing with every kiss and occasional lick the zebra gave to her neck.
Twilight had apparently underestimated Zecora’s ability to distract her; it was becoming somewhat harder to ignore the growing warmth and pressure beneath her tail in favor of keeping her focus on the levitating ball in front of her face.
“Having trouble concentrating, are you?” Zecora suddenly purred, burying her muzzle in Twilight’s mane. “If not, I know other things I could do.”
Twilight knew she’d probably regret asking, but her curiosity and hormones got the better of her. She swallowed nervously, and gave Zecora a sideways glance. “Like… what, exactly?”
The zebra quickly responded by latching her lips tightly to the left side of Twilight’s neck, lightly sucking at the sensitive skin and sending a shudder through the mare. Twilight found herself stifling a whimper, and had to struggle to both maintain her magic and keep her tail from involuntarily rising. “Oh Celestia!” she softly gasped as Zecora gently increased the pressure of her sucking, and began to lap at the spot with her tongue. “Where did you l-l-learn that?”
Zecora’s lips released their hold, but continued to lightly graze against neck in a tantalizing gesture. “Not important,” the zebra stated flatly. “Stay focused on the ball.”
“It’s hard to focus when you’re doing things like that,” Twilight observed, slightly breathless.
Zecora snickered softly, and began to trail kisses up and down her neck. “Well that is the point, do you not recall?”
Twilight returned her attention to the floating bouncy ball, but couldn’t help but let out a small growl of annoyance. She found herself becoming slightly frustrated. Frustrated with Zecora for being able to distract her so easily, frustrated with herself for being so easily distracted, frustrated with her growing feelings of arousal that threatened to further cloud her mind, and most of all, she was frustrated with this stupid bouncy ball!
A small voice in the back of her mind was telling her to just forget about the ball and focus on Zecora. Twilight hated to admit how tempting that was starting to sound.
Zecora began to gently stroke a hoof down her spine, while continuing to kiss, lick, and suck at her neck.
Very tempting.
Zecora paused her servicing of Twilight’s neck, and made a small noise of contemplation. “Hm.” She ran a hoof up and down Twilight’s back a few times. “You are feeling rather tense, I can tell. I can do something to relax you well.”
Twilight turned her head slightly to give her friend an uncertain look, her ears falling back slightly. “W-what would that be, exactly?” she asked apprehensively.
“A simple massage,” the zebra replied with a cheerful smile.
“Oh.” Twilight wasn’t sure if she should feel relieved or disappointed. “Well, alright. A massage doesn’t sound too bad.”
Zecora rose from her position besides Twilight, leaving the unicorn feeling slightly cold and uncomfortable in the absence of her proximity and body heat. She returned her full attention to the red bouncy ball wreathed in an aura of purple energy, only to have focus almost entirely shattered by a zebra sitting down on her back and straddling her.
“Ack!” she yelped in surprise, barely keeping her telekinesis intact. It wasn’t that Zecora was heavy or hurting her – far from it. The zebra seemed remarkable light, and she was positioned and balanced in such a way that was comfortable for both of them. No, what most caught Twilight off guard was the warmth of Zecora’s marehood pressing against the small of her back, and the slight feeling of wetness that betrayed the alchemist’s arousal. Apparently she was just as turned on as Twilight was, a fact which only made her own arousal spike. “Focus focus fof-focus…” she frantically hissed under her breath, forcefully locking her eyes and attention on the floating ball.
A pair of hooves began to massage Twilight’s shoulders, which she had to admit, felt quite relaxing. "Do you desire me to retreat, Twilight?” Zecora aloofly asked as she slowly massaged the librarian’s tense muscles. “Or does me sitting here feel…” Twilight felt the unmistakable sensation of Zecora grinding herself against the small of her back, “Quite alright?"
Twilight swallowed nervously. She was blushing furiously at this point. “Q-qui-quite alr-right,” she stammered, desperately trying to ignore the feeling of Zecora’s warm, damp folds slowly rubbing against her fur. The corresponding warmth and pressure growing between her own haunches was also proving difficult to disregard. But damn it if Zecora wasn’t an amazing masseuse! “Qu-quite alright indeed. Mm. A little lower…” she absent-mindedly muttered, shrugging her shoulders as Zecora expertly massaged them.
Zecora paused her massaging to smile and let out a low, dark chuckle. “What is this I hear? Was that a command? Just how much distraction can you withstand?” she asked with curious interest. “Clearly I am not giving you enough. Perhaps it's time I brought out the… fun stuff?” she mused mischievously, an impish smirk flickering across her features.
And with that, Zecora leaned forward to rest her chin atop Twilight’s head, stuck out her tongue, and licked Twilight’s horn. It was slow, languid lick from the base to the tip. And it was a lick that made Twilight shut her eyes and scream.
More specifically, it made her scream out “Stop!”
With speed Twilight could have only thought possible for ninjas or Pinkie Pie, Zecora was off of her back and sitting several feet away, a look of guilt and shame on her face. “Sorry!” she winced with uncharacteristic awkwardness. Averting her gaze and blushing slightly, it was obvious the zebra was mortified by this turn of events. “Very sorry! The fault is mine!” she frantically apologized. “I did not mean to overstep the line! Twilight, I-”
“Zecora, it’s alright,” Twilight suddenly interrupted her. Red-faced and smiling awkwardly, the unicorn gave an idle wave of her hoof while still (somehow) levitating the ball. “It’s ok-k-kay. You didn’t cross a line. That was j-just… um…” Twilight’s blush somehow grew darker, and her smile turned even more sheepish. “Unexpected. Yes, let’s go with unexpected. I told you to stop because I knew I wouldn’t be able to ignore you doing any more of that.” She wasn’t lying; that lick had brought her nearly to the brink. Even a light touch after that probably would have sent her screaming over the edge. Zecora probably didn’t need to know that, though.
Zecora stared for a moment, processing what Twilight had told her, before visibly relaxing. “Oh. Well then. That is a relief to hear,” she muttered, still sounding somewhat tense and wary. “Though, I suppose we are done testing here…” she observed, disappointment in her voice and eyes.
“Um, well, actually,” Twilight muttered, averting her gaze. Zecora’s ears perked up, she leaned forward slightly with piqued interest. “I, um, would… um… Well, if you’re still interested in continuing the test, I might… be… err…” The unicorn was clearly embarrassed about asking to continue the test. “I mean, you… I… C-c-can we…?”
And Zecora couldn’t help but smile at the adorable awkwardness. “You are cute when you are flustered, Twilight.” Twilight’s eyes widened slightly at the compliment, and made a small squeak of surprise, which only amused Zecora. The zebra left out a lofty laugh of amusement, before putting on a serious expression. “As for continuing the tests…” he voice trailed off, and she looked pensive for a moment. Twilight gave her an almost pleading look. With a smirk and a nod, Zecora finally declared: “Alright!”
Twilight’s ears perked up. “Oh, r-really?” she asked, trying and failing miserably to mask her excitement.
Zecora nodded, rose to her hooves, and sauntered back over towards the unicorn. Twilight did not fail to notice the seduce sway of the zebra’s hip, no doubt a purposeful gesture meant to further torment her. “Indeed. So, anything else you will not allow?” she idly asked as she approached. “Fear not, I shall avoid your horn.” Zecora flashed a wickedly playful smirk. “For now.”
Twilight blinked. “For now?” she repeated blankly. She wasn’t sure if she should be worried or excited about that ominous observation. The throbbing ache in her loins, though, seemed to argue in favor of the latter. The purple mare coughed, returning her attention to the matter at hoof – while still levitating the ball of course. “Um, if I start to get uncomfortable, I’ll let you know,” she replied with a shy smile. She was forced to crane her neck slightly as Zecora sat down right behind her. “Wait, what are you about to-”
Twilight let out a gasp of surprise and perhaps something else as Zecora suddenly grazed a hoof up her left inner thigh, her tantalizing touch halting just an inch or so from the unicorn’s most personal area. With most of her focus on not dropping the ball in surprise, Twilight couldn’t stop her tail from involuntarily raising and revealing her arousal-soaked marehood to Zecora.
Zecora let out a low chuckle, and eyed the mare’s dripping slit with a mixture of amusement and fascination. “My my, what’s this? Have I enticed you so?” the alchemist purred seductively. “I wonder how far you have left to go?”
Twilight’s eyes were glued to the levitating sphere in front of her. Zecora’s licking of her horn had brought her dangerously near the brink of orgasm right then and there. Even though she’d had a moment to unwind and let the tension dissipate, she was still somewhat close to climax. She knew it wouldn’t take much for Zecora to help her find release – and she was perfectly okay with that! “Not very much, actually…” she quietly muttered as her tail lifted further; the movement was voluntary this time.
A smug smirk flickered across Zecora’s features as Twilight lifted her tail as high as possible, voluntarily presenting herself entirely to the zebra. “Remember the point of this test, Twilight. The goal is focus, not carnal delight,” she remarked with amusement. The frustrated sigh Twilight gave only increased her amusement. “All good things in time, as they always say. Until then, I have a game we can play” the zebra observed mischievously.
Before Twilight could say anything, she felt Zecora’s hoof run up her thigh again. Only this time, it went slightly further, stopping right at the edge of her slit, just barely grazing against her wet lips. And then she left it there.
Just to tantalize her.
So close, and yet so far! Twilight began to bite her bottom lip, eyes and magic focused intently on the ball while her body ached and cried out for satisfaction. She found herself fighting the urge to buck her hips, or otherwise trying to rub herself against Zecora’s hoof. She knew she had more restraint and control than that.
Zecora applied a slight bit of pressure with her hoof, which caused Twilight to physically tense slightly, and mentally scream in frustration. “I have some questions, if you do not mind,” the striped equine said with a pleasant smile. “The more you answer, the more I shall grind.”
Answer some questions in exchange for sexual gratification? Twilight had no qualms with accepting such a deal. “Al-alright,” she nodded in response. “What do you want to know?”
Zecora smirked. “Are you a virgin?”
That actually caught Twilight off guard. So much so that she almost dropped the ball. Just as her telekinetic grip on it nearly faded from existence, she regained her focus and nearly crushed it in her arcane grasp. “V-v-virgin?” she stammered nervously. “Why d-d-d-do you ask?”
Twilight felt the pressure of Zecora’s hoof decreasing. “Just inquisitive.”
The purple unicorn bit her lip. This was mildly embarrassing, but if she was alright with Zecora intimately pleasuring her, then it stood to logic that she could trust her with such information. “Alr-r-right. The truth is… no. I’m not a virgin.”
Zecora actually looked surprised. “Oh? Not the response I thought you would give,” she remarked, before raising a curious eyebrow and smirking. “What is the story? I’m sure there is one. With what mare or stallion did you have fun?”
Twilight bit her lip again. “Um…” The sudden sensation of Zecora removing her hoof and kissing her right inner thigh gave Twilight more than enough motivation to spill her guts. “G-g-guard! A royal guard, f-fresh recruit!” she exclaimed breathlessly. “We were f-f-friends with b-b-benefits!” Zecora kissed slightly higher on her thigh. “H-h-he’d help me unw-w-wind after hard tests or l-l-long study sessions!”
Zecora gave a languid lick up the length of Twilight’s thigh, but stopped a few inches short of her soaked mound. “And when was the last time you ‘met’ with him?” she curiously inquired.
Twilight’s ears drooped slightly. “Over a year, since j-just before I moved to Ponyville. We b-b-broke things off… for various reasons,” she sighed.
Zecora gave Twilight’s thigh another kiss. “And now,” she said, the warmth of her breath against Twilight’s fur only driving the already-desperate mare even crazier, “How do you solve a carnal whim?”
Twilight shifted a bit, and smiled sheepishly. “Oh, y-you mean how do I, uh, find release? Ummm…” If her blush could have possibly darkened, it would have. “Well, err… I guess you c-c-could say I’ve gotten ver-ry good w-with my hoof?”
Zecora snickered softly against Twilight’s thigh; the sensation sent a small shiver up the mare’s spine. “And when was the last time you did the deed?”
Twilight let out an exasperated sigh. “Ab-bout three weeks ago.”
Zecora smirked, and planted a light kiss against the juncture of Twilight’s leg and body, just below her loins. “I had a feeling you were quite in need.”
“Y-yeah,” Twilight muttered. “With Spike around so much, I r-rarely get any privacy, and- ooooh, just a b-bi-bit further!” the unicorn suddenly whimpered as Zecora’s face came frustratingly close to her aching marehood.
“One last question,” Zecora purred, her mouth hovering just near enough to Twilight’s center for her to feel the heat radiating from it, and likewise, for Twilight to feel the heat of her breath as she spoke. Twilight bit back a groan of longing and frustration. “How is your endurance?”
Twilight grinned. “Deeeelightfully sh-sh-short,” she stammered, nearly beside herself with anticipation. The only two things on her mind now were keeping the ball levitated, and the desperately-needed release Zecora was hopefully about to grant her.
And thankfully, Zecora was not about to disappoint.
The zebra planted a series of torturously soft kisses along the edges of Twilight’s entrance, her lips brushing and easily gliding against the unicorn’s sensitive, slick folds. Twilight squirmed, and fought to maintain her concentration on the spell. “Focus focus foucs!” she quietly hissed to herself, struggling to stay in control of her mind and body.
Zecora’s tongue gave a slow, teasing lick from the bottom to the top of Twilight’s slit, sending heat and pleasure radiating through her loins and earning an involuntary gasp from the mare. As another lick caused her back to arch, Twilight grit her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. “Focus fo-focus focus foc-c-cus focus!”
Zecora wiggled her muzzle slightly, gently working her snout deeper into Twilight’s center so she could more easily lap at her most sensitive flesh. The subtle movements and the deep lick that followed sent a powerful shudder through Twilight, and she knew her climax was nearing quickly. “Focussss focus fof-focus!” she growled to herself, struggling to hang on.
Zecora gave a deeper, stronger lick. Her tongue grazed Twilight’s clit, sending bolts of sensation and pleasure up the unicorn’s spine. She let out a low whine, fighting off the clouds of bliss that threatened to overwhelm her mind. “Foc-cu-cus focus fooocus!” The zebra gave another lick. And then another. Several more followed, with each stroke of Zecora’s tongue forcing Twilight closer and closer to orgasmic bliss.
“Focus fof-fof-focus foc-c-cora oooh Zecoraaaa,” Twilight groaned involuntarily as she found herself teetering on the brink. With her muzzle buried in Twilight’s core, Zecora simply smirked and give one final, powerful lick. “Fo-fo-F-F-FUCK!!” Twilight screamed, throwing her head back as she lost all control of her body and mind, and willingly fell into oblivion.
Waves of pleasure exploded through Twilight’s body, her back arching as her inner walls clamped tightly around Zecora’s snout and tongue – which continued to lap hungrily at the unicorn’s core, only intensifying her climax. Her mind clouded by orgasmic bliss, Twilight could only gasp and squeal in response to the shockwaves of ecstasy rocking through her shaking frame. Spurred on by Zecora’s continued servicing, Twilight endured the long, shuddering orgasm for over a minute before it finally began to falter and fade.
Feeling Twilight’s inner walls loosen their grip on her muzzle, Zecora withdrew, sat back on her haunches, and admired the results of her work. The unicorn was left breathless and swaying as if in a daze, her marehood quivering slightly as a few final aftershocks ran through her. Finally, Twilight visibly slumped, lowered her tail, and let out a deep sigh of contentment. “That… was amazing…” she panted softly, noticeably hoarse. Without a doubt, that had been both the longest and most powerful orgasm of her life. “I feel… I feel… wow…”
Zecora licked what remained of Twilight’s essence from her muzzle, and grinned. “You may want to open your eyes, Twilight, to see if you passed this challenge alright.”
Twilight, her eyes still shut, smiled nervously. “Oooooh riiiiight, the test. R-right. That. About that. I g-guess I should, um… see…” After several seconds of silence, the purple mare cautiously opened her right eye. And then quickly opened the other eye, so that she could stare in confusion at the object hovering directly in front of her.
“It looks like you kept your concentration,” Zecora remarked, her voice audibly colored with amusement. “And you’re also good at transmutation.”
Twilight continued to stare at the lamp hovering where the red bouncy ball had once been. “I can f-fix that,” she said with a sheepish smile. “Just give me a moment to-”
Zecora held up a hoof, and gave a sheepish smile of her own. “No need. That’s enough magic for one day.”
Twilight telekinetically lowered the lamp, before frowning slightly. “Oh, so… no more t-training or lessons for today?” she asked, disappointment faintly evident in her voice and the drooping of her ears and shoulders.
The zebra stood up and trotted over to sit down in front of Twilight, face-to-face with her. “Well, that depends on what you have to say,” Zecora cryptically remarked. Twilight raised an eyebrow in slight confusion. “If you want, I can teach you quite the trick.” Realization began to dawn in Twilight’s eyes, just as the zebra leaned forward to whisper playfully in her ear. “How to please a mare. Where to kiss, bite, lick.”
Twilight sat in stunned silence for a moment, contemplating Zecora’s offer. She finally gave her response in the form of a light nip at Zecora’s ear, and a sultry whisper of: “Best class ever.”
