You can’t quite remember what happens next. All that comes to mind is that Zecora asked to consummate your relationship after you had put the brew under fire, then the next few seconds are a big blank entirely. Your most recent memory is of you lying on Zecora’s bed, locked in a tender kiss with its owner on top of you.

You don’t really care too much to remember those lost seconds.

Zecora’s weight presses you into the bed, trapping you and giving you no choice but to keep going into the kiss. Her body heat warms you up more than the fire you just lit, while her coat brushes against you like a homemade blanket. It’s enough to make you not the mind the possibility that you could very well melt into this kiss literally and metaphorically. Well, you just found out that your pee helps make an antidote for a pox. Anything’s possible.

If you didn’t have a special part of yours slowly growing and rubbing against Zecora near her own special place, you could keep this up all day. In fact, just as Zecora breaks the kiss for a little air, you still find your lips trying to join with hers. Good thing you only need to wait a few seconds for her to continue your makeout...

Yep, any second now.

It’s not until around the seventh second that you decide to open your eyes and see what’s going on. Her weight hadn’t shifted off you, so she couldn’t have gone anywhere.

Your eyes open to find Zecora with an expression you rarely see on her. The confident and wise grin she normally wears around you is absent. Instead, she has a sheepish smile not unlike a kid who doesn’t know how to keep a good poker face. You haven’t seen her look this cute since... well, her wee face.

“Something wrong?” you ask.

Zecora takes a moment to speak. “I am afraid I was not always true when I gave you the big talk of our brew.”

“You weren’t? Don’t tell me we missed an important step,” you asked with a concerned look.

“We have followed the instructions with great heed.” Zecora gains a small blush. “But there was one component we did not need.”

“One component? But what could we...” your eyes open as the answer hits you. “Wait, did we not have to, you know, let it go in the brew?”

Zecora shakes her head and says, “It may sound strange, but the real truth is, to make this brew, it did need our whiz. And when I said it must come from the tap, I give you my word that I gave you no... manure.” Zecora’s grin grows slightly cheekier with the last word uttered.

“I’m glad we had to give none of our manure for the antidote, too.” Both you and Zecora give a couple obligatory chuckles to your lame joke. “But what did we not need? My spit in that mixture?”

Zecora’s next words are slow and quieter than normal. “I pray this does not ruffle your fur, but there was no need for us to stir.”

It took only a moment for the weight of her latest rhyme to hit you. “No need to stir?” you ask. “So we didn’t have to, er, put on a show for each other?”

Zecora shies her head and eyesight away. For a zebra, she certainly knows how to look like a possum. She doesn’t need to make up a rhyme for you to understand what she’s trying to tell you.

“Zecora...” You can’t fight back the grin forming on your face. “I didn’t know you had a bit of a naughty streak in you. I have to admit, I never would have guessed that to be your special kink.”

“Kukojoa kati ya wapenzi.”

Your grin drops to a confused frown. “Er, come again?” You make a mental note to learn more about Zecora’s native tongue when you’re done learning more about her physical tongue.

“You must understand my reasons for staging this,” says Zecora, looking you straight in the eye. “Only one of them was so I could watch you...” she falters here for a moment and finishes with “have a wee.”

You opt not to respond, instead letting Zecora continue to speak. The questions could wait until after her explanation, and maybe some more making out.

“Many things are not the same in the land where I hail. This includes the things we do with what’s beneath our tails.”

Guess it’s true what they say about exotic ponies having exotic tastes, you think to yourself. You grow a goofy grin while you imagine the possibilities.

“Not like that,” says a suddenly-frowning Zecora.

“Eep!” Your face goes blank.

Thankfully, Zecora’s glare fades away after a couple seconds. “Like your world, the body is not taboo, so our naughty bits are always in view. But even if we are exposed in the light, we always keep our peeing out of sight.”

“But that’s what we do in Equestria, too. No clothes, but no going potty in public,” you chime in. “What’s the real difference?”

“Ponies have never looked at their wee in good taste, but zebras make sure it does not go to waste. Urine has many uses, as you can see.” Zecora glances to the cauldron in the other room for a moment. “But it also helps fuel our intimacy.”

“Intimacy? Do you mean...”

Zecora’s cheeks gain that familiar pink again. “For zebras, there are no higher honors that be than to watch your lover enjoy their pee.”

Though they have room, your ears grow warmer at the tips. “Zecora,” you mutter breathlessly.

“Forgive me,” she immediately cuts you off. She hangs her head low and closes her eyes.

“Forgive you? For what?”

“I should have told you the truth before, of the antidote and zebra lore. I took advantage and saw what should have been private, for fear you would reject what I think is intimate. I was consumed in my lust’s fire, and thought of only my own desire.”

Zecora falls silent here. As much as you want to say something to fill in the silence, you can’t find any words. She always was better at the whole talking thing than you, and you were always better at speaking through actions.

For instance, all it takes is a sudden, passionate kiss for you to say “I forgive you.”

You quickly reach up and press your mouth to hers, enjoying the savory taste of wildberry on her lips. Zecora’s eyes shoot wide open while her face and mouth remain frozen in place. Whether her continued motionless stare is a conscious decision or not, you can’t say for sure. It’s not exactly the best face to help set the mood, but it does remind you of your first kiss together. Talk about the shoe being on the other hoof now.

After a few more seconds of her staring in shock, you decide that backing off and giving her time to process what just happened would be a good idea.

It’s only a couple moments after you lean your head back that she speaks the only word she can: your name. It comes out breathlessly, betraying just how lost in the moment she has become.

“Just remember to ask me next time, alright?” You say with a wink. “I might not end up enjoying it as much as seeing you relieve yourself.”

“Can it truly be? You enjoyed my wee?” Zecora asks in a hushed yet hopeful tone.

“More than I expected. You make for a cute whizzer, Zecora,” you say.

Zecora graces your ears with another giggle and says, “I’d accept your compliment if I could, but you’re better at making peeing look good.”

“Heh heh, I try to put on a good show every now and then,” you reply while making yourself look as coy as you can. Your coyness gets you a bemused look from Zecora, but luckily nothing more than that.

“So,” you speak up as you glance down at the space between your bodies, “I believe we were in the middle of something?”

“Tu kama pundamilia kiume,” you hear Zecora mutter to the side.

“I hope that meant you’re happy to pick up where we left off.” You grin like a stallion normally would in the minutes before they’re about to have some fun.

“I’m as ready as you to have more fun, but I would like to decide how it is done,” says Zecora.

“You want the reigns? I’m fine with that,” you reply. “What do you have in mind? I’m cool with more wee, but we might have to wait a while for-mmm?”

It was Zecora’s turn to surprise you with a kiss. Lips meet lips once more, with yours now the ones frozen in surprise. However, if Zecora hadn’t pulled away as quickly as she kissed, you probably would have overcome your shock and joined in on the fun.

“There won’t be any need for us to go, but I prefer if we took things slow,” is what Zecora says with her mouth. Her half-lidded eyes, on the other hoof, are telling you “come hither.”

“How slow?” you reply while trying and probably not succeeding at replicating the stare.

At this point, Zecora slowly pushes herself off you. She settles down on her haunches at the opposite side of the bed, and waves her striped hooves at you to do the same.

You’re all too happy to oblige. Zecora never takes her eyes off you as you pull yourself onto your haunches. It’s not until after you’re done sitting up that you realize that Zecora has kept her focus on a very specific part of you. Even on your backside, that part manages to proudly sit upwards, outside of its sheathe and in all of its pink glory, while the testes rest comfortably on the blanket.

Your member is certainly enjoying the attention, if the occasional twitches of desire shooting through you are anything to go by. Zecora’s eyes continue to focus upon it as if it was made of gold, even while she scoots towards you.

It’s almost unfair that your equipment is in such easy view. Meanwhile, all you can see of Zecora’s femininity is a small line and the occasional hint of lip when her rump lifts up to move across the bed. Then again, you suppose you can’t complain too much. You got a full-on view of it just a few minutes ago.

Reaching you at last, Zecora wraps her forehooves around your shoulders. The rings on her right foreleg almost tickle you with how cool they feel on your body. Once she has a solid grip, she leans in. You don’t need to take a class in reading body language to know what’s coming next.

Indeed, she does exactly what you expect: the unexpected.

You feel her hooves pushing down on your shoulders as she transfers her wait onto them. She lifts herself up on her hindlegs until she towers over you. She pulls herself close enough towards you that you could almost kiss her chest. You can detect a slight scent of an exotic perfume of some kind, a very wild scent that could send you up the walls if you ever got a strong enough whiff.

You also detect a subtle warmth just above the tip of your shaft. It twitches and flexes on its own cue, desperately trying to extend the few millimeters it needs to get the treasure it desires. It’s such a shame for it that Zecora has made her desires clear to take this slowly. It may be in for quite the wait.

And then she descends.

To say you were unprepared would be an understatement. Warm flesh surrounds the tip, making it feel harder than ever before. You gasp as the pleasure that your lower half has been aching for for so long runs up your spine and into your brain.

Even in your shock, you can still hear Zecora’s breathing suddenly become labored. Her hooves push down on you harder out of response to your nethers finally having made contact. She stalls in mid-descent. Her position is unstable, as her opening feathers around your tip.

It does not take long for her to regain her resolve, however. You soon feel her going lower and allowing herself to be penetrated deeper. More and more, the warm and moist walls of her inner flesh surround you. It puts you in the aggravating position of getting exactly what you want, yet only desiring more.

Finally, she bottoms out. You both let out one last gasp as the realization that you are truly having sex hits you. Her front hooves stop pushing down on your shoulders and wrap around your neck. Her baby blue eyes stare into yours now that you are level with each other again. You both gaze with labored breathing and a big grin on your faces.

“I think I could grow to like taking things slow,” you speak between breaths.

“This is not all of what I have in mind,” replies Zecora in a half-whisper. “We just first needed to become entwined.”

“And what exactly is it that you have planned?”

“Our relationship has come very far, but I want us to enjoy where we are.” You both look down at the position you find yourselves in together.

“How long do you want to enjoy this moment.”

Zecora’s eyelids lowered. “Our potion will need some more time. We’ll make every moment sublime.”

Your mouths join together once again in harmony, allowing both of you to become that much more familiar with each other. Her hooves pull you deeper into the kiss, and like instinct, you find your own forelimbs wrapping around her neck. The cool metal of Zecora’s neck rings on your hooves contrasts nicely with the heating embrace of the rest of her body.

A solid minute goes by with you locked in this position, tenderly rubbing lips together without getting too personal. That did not last forever, however. You soon felt a prodding on your lips from a warm and rough surface. It was only natural for you to accept her request and part your mouth, letting her enter and allow your tongues to meet together.

This wasn’t an entirely new sensation to you. You and Zecora had gotten this far before on a few separate occasions. Still, every deep kiss felt as engaging and lovely as the first, and this kiss was no exception.

Minutes pass by while your tongues flicked and twirled and twisted about in a dance that both of you have mastered, despite the limited experience. Zecora’s mouth is easily the warmest part of her body that you’ve felt. Unlike your recent wee, the shockwaves of soothing warmth come in waves, starting at the mouth and working its way throughout your body. No matter what, every wave ends at the same spot on your lower half, where coincidentally they are also at their strongest.

You can’t ignore it no matter how hard you try to focus on the kiss. The warm walls surrounding your shaft gently flex, stroke, and squeeze all over. Every millimeter is packed with nerves, amplifying even the tiniest of motions. It tickles and taunts you in the back of your mind, constantly reminding you that as much as you’re enjoying the moment, you could be enjoying it even more if you wished.

But you promised Zecora you would take this slowly, and if it’s slow she wants, it’s slow she’ll get. You just hope you can keep yourself under wraps until its time for the big finish that she wants.

You focus on all the other sensations coursing through your body as much as you can. The wet, carnal warmth of her mouth and tongue sliding against yours. The soothing coat on her forelegs as she hugs you. The comforting feel of her bed on your rump. The smooth, cooling touch of her neck rings on your forelegs...

Her neck rings...

Now there’s an interesting idea. For as long as you’ve known her, you’ve never seen Zecora without those golden rings on her neck and forelimb. You had always assumed it was a part of her culture, something she wore to remind herself of who she was and where she came from. For a mare so far from home, little things like that must be all the more important.

But maybe that’s not the only reason. What if there was a practical reason to it as well? You could also see it as a means of protection. The rings conceal almost her entire neck. Any of the creatures in this forest would have a hard time piercing or harming such an important part of her.

If your reasons were correct, that would mean Zecora probably hasn’t had many foreign hooves touching her there. How would she feel if those hooves were your own?

You aren’t going anywhere for a while. What better time to find out?

While she remains fixated on the kiss, your hooves fumble about looking for a catch of some kind. The rings were too small for her to put on over her head. You feel a slight uniform crack on all the rings graze your hoof. There they are.

As smoothly as you can, you go about opening every ring. You discover that the rings are all connected to each other by a single bar. You slowly pull the rings off her neck, the open ends going across her coat like a comb. At least they’ll stay in one piece when they fall off.

Soon enough, the rings are off and discarded somewhere on the bed. A small twitch of her neck is the only indication that she has noticed anything.

It’s a shame that going for her neck means you must part company with her mouth. For the first time in a long time, you are the one to break the kiss. As you pull away and open your eyes, you find Zecora has also leaned back and craned her neck, leaving its striped coat exposed for you. Did she know what you were planning this whole time? Either way, she’s giving you the green light.

You lean in and let your breath touch her neck first. Already, you see Zecora quiver at the warm air. Your hunch may have been right after all. That, or she’s as hyper-sensitive to everything as you are right now.

Your first kiss makes her neck twitch away from you, sending a tremor through her body that squeezes your package just a little harder. It’s enough to make you grit your teeth for a moment, but the shock quickly passes, and you get back to your ministrations.

For the next several minutes, you pepper Zecora’s neck with a variety of kisses, some light and quick, others slow and tender. Her muscles are firm, but the coat tickles your lips, giving you a sensation unlike any other. You can also taste the smallest hint of wildberry mixed with sweat with each kiss, no doubt preserved from the rings.

Zecora is certainly receptive to your attention, if the noises and movements she makes are anything to go by. A sharp intake of air here, a coo there, twitching and quivering everywhere, and most noticeably, more subtle shaking and pressure down below.

It all leads to a sensual cycle of feedback: your kissing makes Zecora grow tenser, which puts more pleasurable pressure on your member, making you kiss and nuzzle more. If this were to keep up, your intimate time together may be over well before the brew is ready to deliver. One of you would have to come up with something to mix things up at some point.

Something like her nibbling at your ear.

Your gasp comes as suddenly as the gentle pressure on your right ear. Zecora pins the ear between her teeth and softly rolls it back and forth. It’s a firm bite, but not firm enough to hurt. Still, her nibbles make you feel as if the source of all your strength was located in your ears, such are their draining powers.

They also have the power to temporarily make you forget about the sensations down below. It makes you wonder if your tender neck ministrations are helping her to do the same.

Despite the melting sensation coursing through your body, you keep up with your part of the love-making by giving special attention to her neck. If anything, the nibbling is granting you the strength to continue by giving you something else to focus on other than your aching stallionhood. Not that you aren’t enjoying this closeness with Zecora regardless.

More time passes with the two of you locked in this passionate embrace. Coos, moans, groans, sighs, and every other noise between them passes through yours and her lips at regular intervals.

Slowly but surely, things are heating up. You can feel the tremors inside her growing in both frequency and strength. It doesn’t take long for the pressure in your loins to start building up again. You don’t have a hair-trigger, but you might be finished with her much sooner than she is with you at this rate.

Especially now that Zecora has added a subtle rocking motion to her rump. Now you can feel your penis swaying back and forth between the irresistible heat and squeezing. You even catch the occasional rubbing of a certain nub against your crotch.

The effects are instant among you both. The pressure between your legs grows tighter with each grind, and you find your kisses having that much more force. Likewise, Zecora’s moans continue to grow, the vibrations traveling from her throat to her teeth and onto your ear. She even lets go of your ear once in a while to moan something in her native language. And she’s supposed to be the one who wants to take things slow...

Come to think of it, just how long have you been going at it now? It somehow feels like you’ve simultaneously been here forever and for just a moment. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you can smell the urine from the brew and hear the cauldron bubbling in the other room. A potion that size would have taken a while to start boiling that fiercely.

Even if you could give an estimate as to how much time has passed, that part of your brain is occupied with several thoughts, all of them more pleasurable. You can feel sweat damping yours and Zecora’s coats. Fatigue sets into your muscles despite the little movement. Personal fluids from you and her leak out onto your crotch and testes. The inevitable is coming closer and closer.

The anticipation is almost maddening. It won’t be long now before this pressure releases in a very satisfying burst.

Into a very unprotected womb.

Your eyes shot open and all your movements come to a sudden halt. Talk about a major oversight.

“Um, Z-Zecora,” you say as you pull away from her neck.

“Hmm?” She looks at you with those blue eyes.

“Shouldn’t we, uh, take some precautions?”

Zecora looks at you for a second, then smiles. “There is no need for you to dread. I have already thought ahead.”

“You have?”

“The drink that gave us desire to relieve.” Zecora looks down at her abdomen. “It will also make it harder to conceive. Not even a cauldron full of your seed will fill my body’s need.”

“A diuretic and a contraceptive.” You feel a grin coming on. “What will you make next?”

Yet another heartwarming giggle of Zecora’s reaches your ears. “My next project is something you must be part of.” Her line is punctuated by a kiss on your lips.

“Let me guess: You want us to make love?”

It was all that was needed to be said. Zecora gives you one last kiss, then wraps her forelegs around you even tighter.

You feel her hooves pushing down on you as she lifts herself up. Her smooth walls pull against you on the way up, further pushing your mind towards the deep end. Soon enough, she is completely parted from your member.

Now free, Zecora scoots off you and lies down on her back. Her legs remain parted, giving you another chance to appreciate what she has. Liquids leak from it, but otherwise it remains as enticing a view as ever.

As much as you want to pounce and rut her senseless, you take your time with your approach. You crawl on top of her, trying (and probably failing) to look sexy while you do it. You look into her eyes while you get positioned at her entrance just right.

You feel the opening at your tip. Zecora gives you a nod. It’s time.

Slowly, you guide yourself back into those warm, welcoming walls. You feel Zecora subconsciously aiding you by squeezing the shaft with each centimeter of progress. Her body doesn’t lie; she wants this as much as you do.

The two of you let out a sigh once you have finally pushed in to the hilt. It was the final resting point before the real show started.

Anticipation grips you as you pull out for the first time. Zecora’s body doesn’t want you to part so soon, but you know she’ll be glad you did in just a few seconds.

You prove yourself right as you push back in and hear her give a sharp intake of breath.

Thus begins the finale of your session with Zecora. You start at an unhurried but steady pace, giving you both time to soak in every touch down below. Given how long you had spent in the embrace prior, however, it’s not long before things start picking up steam.

If Zecora wanted to go slowly before, she doesn’t seem to now. With your plunging getting faster, she closes her eyes and leans her head back. Moans, gasps, shouts in both Equestrian and Zebrican escape her lips loud enough to hear over your grunting and groaning.

The sensations are both sublime and surreal. Zecora’s azure eyes pierce into yours while you go to work. Warmth of all kinds goes through your body, from the soothing comfort of her body against yours to the maddening heat of her marehood. Her strong legs and tender folds pull you in tighter with each thrust. And of course, you can feel your loins gradually getting tighter, eager to burst and fulfill their duty.

You already feel exhaustion creeping into your entire body, but something deeper than you can comprehend keeps pushing you on. It’s as if you’re not really where you are anymore. Zecora’s hut, the polka-dot pox, peeing into a cauldron; they are all distant memories lost in a sea of bliss. All that concerns you now is the drive to bring her to the heights of pleasure that a mare like her deserves.

In almost no time at all, you’re plunging into Zecora at full strength. Skin slapping skin and other obscene noises (and words) fill the room. The stench of sweat and sex permeates the entire hut, easily overpowering the smell of boiling pee from the cauldron. Vaginal fluids and pre mix together, getting almost everything between your legs wet. Your muscles ache, but you press on.

As the pressure in your crotch builds, so too grows the moaning and pulling from her. All four of her limbs hold onto you as tight as they can. Her body rocks with ever-growing spasms. The wise, exotic Zecora you knew has given way to a new side of her: a passionate, vulnerable, animalistic Zecora who holds the same physical desires as you.

You have never found her more arousing than you do now.

Feeling your vigor renewed, you go at it harder than ever. Even with your tiring muscles and testes aching for release, you power on all to make sure she gets the same enjoyment that she has brought you for so long.

But try as you might, you can’t fight back your body’s desire to finally unload everything it had in one string of bursts. Even the endless pleasure rocking you is slowly being drowned out by the pain of your lower half crying out as if to say, “Just blow your load already! You know you want to!”

“Please…”

“Hmm?” You half-speak half-grunt. Turns out language is not one of your strong suits during sex.

“I… a little…” yells Zecora between her many other noises. Her eyes are firmly shut, and her whole body is tenser than ever before.

“Zecora…”

“I, ah, AHHHHH!”

The most prominent thing you can remember about these next few moments are how magical they were.

In an instant, the spasms in Zecora reach their apex. She writhes and squirms and screams in what you believe must be the most fun she’s had in who knows how long. Her muscles squeeze your shaft for all its worth. A large mess of fluids squirts out around her folds.

It’s too much for you. At long last, your body caves into the pressure. Sheer bliss overwhelms as you let loose spurt after spurt inside her. Almost every last drop you had stored up is shot into her womb.

Even though it took so long, your penis is still eager to thank you by pumping nothing but pure euphoria into every last nerve you have. It overpowers your mind, rendering you unable to process anything but the sheer joy of orgasm. Your vision fills with stars, and you feel as if you are floating among the heavens far above your actual body. It is the only possible explanation for you to be feeling so amazing right now.

The last bit of your seed dribbles out, taking all your remaining energy with it. You fall onto Zecora, your member still inside. Your entire coat is drenched with sweat, and you can’t even muster the energy to look up at your mate. You feel liquids of all kinds leaking out of her now. This bed is gonna need a few washes in a nearby river later.

Meanwhile, Zecora doesn’t seem to notice the extra weight on her. Her breathing is deep and labored. She must still be riding out her climax, though it certainly doesn’t seem to be as powerful now.

You let her finish her descent for a couple more minutes. With the orgasm finally subsided, her breathing is calm and her grip on you is fully relaxed. She idly rubs the back of your neck.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you can faintly remember why you are even here in the first place. You can only hope the brew needs plenty more time to boil first. You certainly need to take advantage of this downtime to regain your energy.

In the meantime, you lie there with Zecora, basking in the afterglow. You feel her heart beating in her chest, and assume that she can feel yours. What little strength you have goes into lifting your lips into a smile. This is joy.

No words are shared between you. The silence is more than enough to convey everything that needed to be said. Everything except one phrase. A phrase that you actually know both in your home language and hers. It is the perfect thing for you to say, and as you lean to her and whisper it, you can feel your hearts growing closer than ever.

“Nakupenda, Zecora.”

Author's Note

Do not be alarmed when you see you have a thing for Zecora's wee. :P

Also, if you would like more, check out this extra commentary on what went into the making of this fic. Enjoy!