His Most Prized Possession
His Most Prized Possession
A story by InTheStands
"MLP:FiM" is property of Hasbro and Lauren Faust. I claim nothing except the story.
Princess Luna's moon shone brilliantly over Equestria, the night clear enough to allow every ounce of moonlight to fall across the land. This was certainly the case in Canterlot, despite the lit-up buildings and active street lights. To most, the moonlight was the best of both worlds, bright enough to see without being bright enough to blind anypony.
Especially for ponies about to retire to bed without unnecessarily using other light sources.
In one building, a stallion smiled as he put out the candles that surrounded him. He watched as the yellow glow gave way to the dim moonbeams, allowing the latter to dance across the unusual, one-of-a-kind, and outright odd artifacts on the shelves, walls and tables.
The stallion sported a gray coat, his purple mane braided and hanging down his neck. He removed the small, round hat on his head, and smoothed out the brown coat he wore, making sure to take out whatever he had in his pockets and store them away safely. Finally, he removed his small purple glasses, letting his dark yellow eyes wander freely, without obstruction, at the darkened curio store around him. Seeing that everything was tucked away, locked away, and hidden away, he exited through a curtained doorway and ascended the staircase to his bedroom.
Ordinarily, Knick-Knack would already feel tired by now. But tonight, anticipation and excitement kept him wide awake. The moment had finally come.
Tonight, his most treasured prize was in his possession.
He thought back to how he got a hold of it. The Alicorn Amulet, an artifact that brought great power at great cost, had been returned to him shortly after having sold it. But with the amulet came a second object. An object that, before he knew it, occupied his mind constantly. Quickly, Knick-Knack was able to make up his mind about this object.
He wanted it. He needed it.
And now, with little to no effort, he had it.
He swung open the door at the top of the staircase, the light of his bedroom welcoming him in. Knick-Knack hung up his hat, placed his glasses in his pocket, and hung his coat up as well. All he had on now was his red scarf and white sleeved shirt.
But those would come off soon.
Knick-Knack gazed lazily at the oddities that adorned his bedroom; bits and baubles that he found too special, important, or dangerous to sell. He could see the space he made for the Alicorn Amulet. But, again, his mind was on his prize.
And, turning one more time, he found his prize on his bed, waiting for him. Wanting him.
"There you are," Knick-Knack let his voice soften as he laid eyes on his prize. He removed his scarf, letting it fall on the floor. "I've been waiting all day for this, my love. I hope I...haven't kept you waiting long."
He let his prize answer, his heart fluttering as he listened. With no further words, he crawled onto the bed, hovering over his prize before tenderly kissing it.
Most ponies would think him crazy. Insane, even. Those ponies no longer were allowed in his store. Who were they to tell him where his love should go? He loved his prize. His prize loved him. And besides, these naysayers were always outspoken by those who accepted, even encouraged, this romance. But none of them mattered. Now it was only Knick-Knack and...his prize.
He felt his shirt coming off, deciding to do absolutely nothing as it flew off the bed. He was now completely naked, just like his treasure. They were free to do anything to each other. But Knick-Knack insisted that his prize would be the first to know pleasure tonight.
He rubbed. He kissed. He licked. He reveled in the tastes, the textures, the warmth that his treasure provided, and was enthralled in the resulting movements and noises that resulted. He could go on forever - and, if he remembered correctly, so could his prize. But after a blur of motion, he found himself on the bed, the object of his desires towering over him.
Before Knick-Knack could react, he felt a surge of pleasure in his groin. His treasure was now servicing him in return for his service. Wordlessly vocalizing, he closed his eyes, the sight alone threatening to send him into climax. He moved his hips in tandem to the waves of bliss crashing against his genitals. But as time passed, he found himself getting closer and closer over the edge, ultimately telling his prize to stop.
The disappointment, fortunately, proved only temporary. For now came the moment both he and his possession were waiting for.
He balanced himself on the bed, standing over his treasure before grasping both sides and sending his lower half forward in one swift thrust. Immediately he forgot everything about time; Right here, right now was all that mattered.
He found his rhythm, steadily entering and exiting his prize slowly until he heard a command to go faster. He obeyed, quickening his thrusts, panting as he continued to hear moaning and squealing from his beloved possession. Gradually, he found he could no longer understand what his prize was saying.
Knick-Knack absolutely LOVED when that happened. That meant it was almost over.
The familiar feeling of impending climax began to steadily rise within him once more. However, this time he let it rise, giving his treasure ample warning and hearing the response. Quickly, both of them began panting, vocalizing and shouting as the pleasure grew and grew.
Gasping, Knick-Knack withdrew one last time before thrusting forward hard enough to hear a slap ring out from between them. Crying out, he let his orgasm blow over, feeling his seed drain out from within him. Breathing heavily, he lazily bucked his hips forward several more times before pulling himself out of his special prize and falling flat on the bed.
He closed his eyes for a few seconds before a familiar feeling of warmth found its way onto his chest. Glancing down, he smiled lovingly at his prize, who pulled up the bed sheets over the two of them. Knick-Knack practically bathed in the afterglow, letting his hooves travel his treasure. From the firm, gray flanks sporting a swirled, black sun cutie mark, across the stripes on her back, up to cradling the back of her head. He stared into her blue eyes as he chuckled happily.
"To think," Knick-Knack announced, "Of all the stallions in Equestria...you chose me."
"It was only obvious, my love," The female zebra shook her head. "The emotions in our hearts fit as would a glove."
Knick-Knack couldn't help himself. "It's not the only thing of ours that seems to fit, my dear Zecora."
He had been enamored with the exotic mare ever since she entered his store so long ago to return the Amulet. He never felt so strongly for a female until he laid eyes on the zebra that called the dangerous Everfree Forest home. He made an enormous gamble, deciding to try and court Zecora.
And the payoff was certainly more than worth it.
The stallion nuzzled the zebra's head, brushing against her mohawk as she placed her head on his chest. Feeling sleep get the better of him, he sighed out, "Zecora...my most prized possession of all."
Hello there. Those of you who read the first chapter, thank you! This chapter is for those who like a more...descriptive story.
For those who didn't read the first chapter: Shame on you. But enjoy this one all the same!
Light was a foreign concept deep in the Everfree Forest. The thick foliage of the trees blocked out anything that tried to illuminate the forest floor. This made it rather dangerous for ponies wanting to enter the forest, with the shadows making perfect hiding places for the various creatures that called the Everfree home.
One forest dweller, though, chose light over the darkness.
If one were to travel far enough, they would come across a moderately-sized hut, built into a tree much in the same manner as Ponyville's library. From the tree's branches hung several small jars and bottles. Outside, were two large, wooden masks, their designs obviously evident of the land that the zebras called home; One mask lay on one of the tree's enormous roots, while the second, smaller one was hung over the tree's round, wooden door. On either side of the door was a small round window, both giving off a golden glow from within the hut.
The interior of the hut, hollowed out from the tree and reinforced by thick branches, showed far more signs of life than outside. Even more bottles hung from the ceiling, though several were on shelves, along with a few aged, thick books. At least three more masks hung from the walls, the carefully-placed candles casting distorting shadows on their wooden faces.
In the center of this main room, lastly, sat a cauldron resting on a pit of wood and coals. This cauldron was quite smaller than the one sitting sear the wall, suggesting that whatever was being brewed was not meant for a great deal of use.
Standing near the cauldron, stirring a spoon with her mouth, was a female zebra - the occupant of the hut. On her flank was a black, swirled sun design of a cutie mark. Her light-and-dark gray tail swayed as she moved her body to stir. The rest of her body was a light grey, with dark gray stripes on her legs and across her back, finishing with a dark gray muzzle, three stripes running down from her blue eyes, and a large, white, gray-striped Mohawk.
On her right foreleg was a set of gold bracelets, one on top of the other, matching the six rings she wore on her neck, as well as the two large earrings in her ears that swung slightly as she moved her head to mix her brew.
After another minute or so, she removed the spoon, placing it on a nearby shelf and watching the steam rise out of the hot liquid.
Smiling to herself, she turned to look around the main room. "Knick-Knack? If you're where I think, then come out and prepare to drink."
She found her answer in the form of a gray stallion emerging from the doorway leading to her bedroom. He sported a small, round hat, a white sleeved shirt, a red scarf, and a brown coat. Fixing his purple-lensed glasses, he turned to look at the female zebra, his purple braided mane swinging as his head swung to the side. He smiled, his eyelids slightly hanging over his dark yellow eyes.
"It smells wonderful, Zecora," Knick-Knack walked up to her. "You really must let me borrow the recipe."
"Ah, but then what reason would there be for you to come and visit me?" Zecora gestured as she asked her question. Knick-Knack put a hoof to his chin.
"Hm...I can think of several reasons. What of your collections? Your masks, your spell books, your bottles? Or maybe perhaps the hut itself. How perfectly warm it's kept. Or..." Knick-Knack walked right up to Zecora, gently placing a hoof on her chin and watching her smile. "Maybe I can come here for you. I've said it before, Zecora. You're my most prized treasure. A treasure that nopony else has. And I don't care how clichéd it may sound...I count myself to be the luckiest stallion in the world to have the affections of a zebra such as yourself."
More superficial ponies would have turned down Knick-Knack, citing his choice of clothing and his aged appearance (his gray coat, plus the small bags under his eyes). But Zecora knew personally the unfortunate ends of judging one solely on how they looked - she was a victim to such prejudice when she first came to Equestria. She had made a point never to reject a potential mate for being what most considered 'unattractive'.
Then she met Knick-Knack.
In an act of revenge on one Twilight Sparkle, a unicorn mare had purchased the dreaded Alicorn Amulet in the hopes of increasing their power, but at the cost of great corruption. Fortunately, the amulet was recovered, all was forgiven, and Zecora found herself headed for Canterlot to return the dangerous artifact to whatever shop it came from.
She arrived at Knick-Knack's shop, the stallion at the counter bent over a book. She remembered him looking up as she spoke. Seeing the focus in his eyes disappear, instead showing surprise and awe at the zebra in his store. Zecora faintly remembered her cheeks growing warm at such attention, then finishing the business she came for. Then the shopkeeper asked where she lived, giving his address in exchange for hers.
At first, it was invitations for get-togethers, showing and exchanging artifacts, oddities, and other such objects of interest between the two of them. But time passed, and the exchanges were slowly forgotten, the two equines realizing that what they really wanted was simply to see each other. After that, they found the only possible thing that could be bringing them together: Love.
Zecora pulled his hoof from her chin, taking it in her own. Playfully, she told him, "To think; The returning of a jewel has led to you acting like such a love-struck fool."
"Many ponies call me a fool for loving you," The Canterlot shopkeeper shook his head. "Closed-minded bigots, all of them. Thankfully so many others drown out their protests. So many see how pure our love is."
Zecora responded by planting a small kiss on Knick-Knack's cheek. "Before you deliver another quip - take a cup and come have a sip. I've tried a different brew tonight, but I need to make sure I've got it right."
He quickly grabbed two carved wooden cups, giving one to Zecora. The zebra carefully sank the cup into the tea, bringing it back up nearly full to the brim. Knick-Knack did the same, stammering slightly as he felt the hot steam a little too much than he wanted to. Nonetheless, his cup was just as full. Nodding to each other, they brought the tea to their lips.
It was much sweeter than usual, with a slight hint of honey. A pleasant aftertaste filled his mouth after swallowing, keeping his mouth closed for another second before exhaling. "It's simply delightful, love," He finally said. "Is it your first time using this mix?"
"I've not used this recipe before. Only because there was nopony to make it for."
"...You used this recipe for me? You shouldn't have."
"But I wanted to, Knick-Knack," Zecora sipped again before continuing. "There's no need to be taken aback. I've made many friends, true, but there are friends...and then there is you."
The shopkeeper was surprised at this. Ordinarily, he would be the one gushing over his beloved, with Zecora being on the receiving end. It was certainly true that the roles were reversed at times, but that was such a rarity that Knick-Knack would still raise an eyebrow whenever Zecora decided to compliment him.
Not that he didn't enjoy it.
He was snapped back to reality when he noticed the zebra mare stepping closer to him, having finished her tea. "I suggest you empty your cup." She leaned in towards him, her voice growing...sultry. "I have one more gift for when you finish up."
Knick-Knack stammered, having not yet gotten used to the lack of subtlety in his mate's advances. "Uh, I-I..." He paused for a moment, his lower lip covering his upper lip, before steadily sipping down his share of the tea. A few soft blows every now and then cooled the beverage enough for him to fully finish it. He breathed out, his throat warmer than usual, as he held out his empty cup to Zecora. She finished her drink before taking his empty one, placing both cups on one of the remaining bits of the tree that served as tables.
Zecora walked back up to him, not stopping until their noses were close to touching. She looked into his eyes. "You're...allowed to say no to this question, but know it's merely a suggestion. We've shown our love already in your bed..." She took a hoof in hers and turned him around to face the doorway he came out of: The bedroom. She finished with, "May you lay with me here instead?"
Knick-Knack's eyes widened as he listened to her, throwing any innuendo out the window and point-blank asking him to sleep with her. He looked at the bed the zebra called her own.
Having sat on it before she finished making her tea, he already knew how soft it was. A single white pillow lay at the head of the bed, the rest covered by a leopard-skin blanket. He turned back, only to find his zebra hostess had blown out the candles in the main room of the hut. Letting Zecora take control, Knick-Knack was led into the bedroom by the mare next to him.
Knick-Knack, as soon as she let go, removed his hat and glasses, placing both of them on a small table. Turning around, he noticed Zecora removing the rings on her foreleg. "Would you like a bit of help?" He asked. She smiled and nodded, holding out her hoof as the shopkeeper undid the last remaining bracelets. When she reached for the rings on her neck, however...
"Is that such a good idea?" He almost shouted out, earning him a raised eyebrow. "I mean...don't those eventually...hold your neck up?"
He winced, expecting her to be angry. Instead, she smiled to herself and placed a hoof on his shoulder. "In some cases you wouldn't be wrong. But many zebra's necks are long. Usually it's solely for tradition, if you mind the admission."
Knick-Knack nodded. "If you insist."
Zecora removed her neck rings, revealing her bare, striped neck to him. With that gone, along with her earrings, she was completely brass-free. Knick-Knack counted himself extremely lucky; Who else could say they've seen Zecora without her jewelry?
The zebra cleared her throat. "Now for the last matter that continues to press: My Knick-Knack's still in a state of dress."
His immediate surprise was replaced by eager anticipation as she walked to him. She leaned forward, closing her eyes and opening her mouth, leading to him doing the same. Their lips met in a burst of senses that Knick-Knack would never get over - and never wanted to.
His eyes closed, he could feel her undoing his scarf, feeling the fabric slide off until he felt the open air on his exposed neck. Knick-Knack opened his eyes as they broke the kiss before looking down between them and eagerly untying the piece of cloth that served as his belt. He removed his coat, hearing the contents of the pockets clatter as the article of clothing fell to the floor. All he had on now was his white shirt, and even that was quickly discarded, joining its inanimate brethren.
Now it was Zecora's turn to admire Knick-Knack, now naked as the day he was born. His cutie mark consisted of a magnifying glass hovering over some indistinguishable object - a mark representing a desire for knowledge of the strange and mysterious. His short, purple tail contrasted with his long, braided mane of the same color, the top of his head sporting short, combed back hair that led into the single braid that ran down his neck and hung lazily over his shoulder. Zecora began to lightly rub his barrel with her hooves.
"Such a handsome stallion you are," She beamed at him. "It's a shame most deem you bizarre."
"If it means more time with you," Knick-Knack began as he pulled her in closer, "So be it."
With this embrace, they kissed again, moaning slightly as it deepened. Carefully, they let themselves descend onto the bed before breaking away and adjusting themselves so that Knick-Knack laid his head on her pillow, looking up at her with a smile on his face.
His smile faded as his mouth opened to let out a moan. Zecora had her lower half directly over his genitals, and her back-and-forth movements reminded him of that fact. "Zecora, please," He sighed out. "Let me...take care of you first."
The zebra let her eyelids lower as she took his place on the bed. Knick-Knack lay on his side, directly next to her. Slowly, his mouth made contact with her neck, his ears flicking as they picked up the sound of her sighing in delight. He let the sense of touch overtake him as he pushed one foreleg under her, letting it poke out on the other side so as to let his hoof travel up and down her side. His other hoof began to travel down her stomach - and beyond.
Zecora gasped as she felt him make contact with her marehood, suddenly tugging lightly on his braid. All this act did was tell Knick-Knack she was enjoying it. What else to do but continue?
He rubbed the area between her legs slowly in a circular motion, switching from clockwise to counterclockwise every so often and listening to her gasping and vocalizing in turn. He had begun to lightly nuzzle her cheek, letting her put a hoof to his face.
After a minute passed, he put his mouth closer to her ear. "I'm yours to command, my treasure," Knick-Knack whispered to her. Zecora opened her eyes to look at him.
"Don't make...me plead," She panted out. "Increase your speed!"
Grinning to himself, he obeyed, his circular motions steadily going faster, now stopping to rub up and down. His zebra mate began to wordlessly cry out, moving herself in rhythm with his rubbing. He could hear her climax building; Her squeals grew higher and higher in pitch for the next several seconds.
At last, she let out a mix between a moan and a scream, shutting her eyes and lightly kicking the air, even placing her own hoof between her back legs along with his. Knick-Knack sighed contentedly. He made it a point whenever they made love to make sure she climaxed first. He wasn't about to have the two of them leave the bed with only one of them satisfied. Especially if the dissatisfied one was his zebra lover.
He removed his hoof, letting his other one continue to lightly stroke her side as he looked at his recovering mate. Such a wonderful prize, he thought to himself. And she's mine.
Zecora came down from her high a moment later, looking up at Knick-Knack who was still on his side. Moving away from him slightly, she took her turn in taking in the sight of him.
ALL of him.
She tried to resist, but she immediately found herself looking down at his erection. It seemed to take the same cue as the rest of his body, lazily draped over his hind leg while still staying rigid.
Zecora made sure Knick-Knack noticed her attention to him, pulling at him to get him to look at her. "My love...without sounding stern, I do believe it to be your turn."
Wordlessly obliging, Knick-Knack returned to his spot on the bed while Zecora reclaimed her spot on top of him. The two equines enjoyed another deep kiss before Zecora let her hooves trail downwards.
He inhaled loudly as he felt the ever-familiar feeling her touch seemed to bring. He set his head down into the pillow, closing his eyes and letting the zebra do her work.
Almost instinctively, he began slowly moving his lower half in time with Zecora's hooves. The resultant pleasure began to be a bit much for him. "Alright," He called out. "I think that's enough."
Zecora stopped immediately, sitting up with one front hoof in the other. "If you so command. What is it you have planned?"
Knick-Knack let himself calm down before looking up at her. "Let me up. And...get on all fours."
She raised an eyebrow suggestively before allowing her lover to get up. She quickly took her position, looking back at him as he got back on the bed, behind her. Already, she knew what was about to happen. "Before you begin your attack?" She began, getting his attention. She smiled warmly. "Be gentle, my dear Knick-Knack."
"Of course, my treasure," He smiled back to her.
Then, carefully, he sent his upper half onto the zebra's back, gripping her sides with his forelegs. Simultaneously, he began to steadily thrust his hips, moving until, at last, he felt the pleasure he was seeking.
Zecora let out a moan as she felt him inside her. She voiced no objection as Knick-Knack continued his steady pace, slowing down every so often before starting up again.
The bliss they experienced was indescribable. The stallion began to voice his satisfaction with simple grunts and groans, his mind too focused on the pleasure to handle anything else.
With no protest, the male began to quicken his motions, reveling in the resulting expressions of delight emanating from his zebra mate. He eventually got to a pace where he had to press a hoof against the wall of the bedroom for support, gripping the mare's barrel with one forearm. Zecora sighed out, letting her body jolt back and forth with his motions. Listening closer, Knick-Knack could hear her mumbling in her native language - his absolute favorite sound in the world.
And it was this sound that began to bring about his end.
"Zecora...NGH...I'm about to come...!" He warned his lover. The zebra responded by lifting her head, rubbing her cheek against his face, and whispering out one word:
"Kuja."
Knick-Knack squeezed his eyes shut, slammed his hoof against the wall, and let out a yell as he gave one last, powerful thrust. Zecora shrieked out as she felt the explosion of warmth in her body, her hind legs shaking slightly in erotic bliss as the stallion drained himself into her. Knick-Knack gave a mix of panting and sighing as he gave several more deep bucks of his hips for good measure.
Time completely froze for him at that point, starting up again when he realized his orgasm was over. He opened his eyes, realizing he was still standing on the bed, propped up against the wall.
And that Zecora, just as spent as he was, had lowered herself onto the bed, him never having noticed that she pulled away. Steadily, he followed suit, laying down next to his zebra partner. Upon wrapping his foreleg around her, she turned around and embraced him.
She breathed for several seconds, gathering her words. "I know you've heard my praising, but you're simply so amazing. So many mares with their lack of clues at what it is they lose!"
Knick-Knack smiled. "But none of them compare to the zebra I choose."
Zecora widened her eyes at his continuation of her rhyming. Her surprise gave way to a tighter hug as the two equines decided to pull the leopard-skin blanket over themselves.
A moment passed before Knick-Knack asked, "What exactly was in that tea earlier, love?"
"In the tea? What is it you're asking me?"
"All those times we've made love...it was never like this. The emotions were just so...perfect. Surely there was something - an aphrodisiac, perhaps?"
The zebra, to his surprise, closed her eyes and shook her head. "Simple honey, tea leaves and water. Though I suppose the cauldron was slightly hotter. But no ingredients, I'm afraid, can explain the love we made. It was our own selves tonight that gave us both such delight."
Knick-Knack absorbed this, his head on his hoof as he thought. "All on our own. Simply delightful." He let his head fall on the pillow he shared with Zecora, their bodies touching and rubbing together slightly. "But not as delightful as you, my dear one. I love you."
"And now come the two statements true," Zecora pressed her nose against Knick-Knack's "You love me...and I love you."
The earth stallion and zebra mare both blew out the last lit candle before cuddling up against each other and going off to sleep, each one regarding the other as the finest treasure they could ask for.
THE END
Author's Note
Kuja = 'come' in Swahili...at least according to Google Translate. If anyone has a more accurate representation of the word (the correct way of spelling and using it during this particular moment in time), feel free to let me know so as to correct it. Thank you!
EDIT 1/4: It's been a little over a week since publishing this. Anyone out there think I should tag Zecora as a character yet? Or should I keep it a secret a while longer?
