Background Bareback - 3: White Stained Black Stripes AKAME FEB 12TH, 2013


                                            >Ponyville is now a small settlement on the horizon to you.

                                            >You know, living here really isn't so bad.

                                            >Sure, your very specific skill sets were rendered useless, but you're a survivor, if nothing else.

                                            >The p0nies are incredibly accepting of you and are very fun to be around, except for Fluttershy of course.

                                            >Still, your constant money problems really don't help any.

                                            *Tunk*

                                            "Ow!"

                                            *Tink* *Tink* *Tink*

                                            >You glance down and see a bit rolling on the ground.

                                            >Alright, free money!

                                            >Bending over to pick up the coin, you freeze when you see a fluttering shadow above you.

                                            >Hazarding a look up, your eyes narrow at the yellow menace herself.

                                            >The price for that bit is just too steep for you now, so you leave it on the ground.

                                            "What do you want, Fluttershy?"

                                            >The pegasus lands and pulls out a small sack from a saddlebag.

                                            >The sound of bits jingling fills the air.

                                            >"I- I- um… I'd like to schedule an appointment… If that's ok…"

                                            "No, it isn't."

                                            >You resume your commute to the forrest as she replaces her rape money in her saddlebag.

                                            >"B-but… Why not? My bits are just as good as any other mares!"

                                            "That may be, but I reserve the right to refuse service."

                                            >She becomes flustered and flies up to your face.

                                            >"Well, why are you refusing me, then?!"

                                            >Here it comes.

                                            "You're creepy. Rape is not love. Constant fetish guessing is not the best way to a person's heart, NOR is it my fetish. And worst of all, you've set yourself up for the Sisyphean task of getting me to take something, I DON'T want."

                                            >Fluttershy tears up at your rebuttal.

                                            >"But- but… *mumble* *Sniff*"

                                            >She flies off crying.

                                            *Sigh*

                                            >The Everfree swallows you on your journey to Zecora's.


                                            >The shaman's home comes into view shortly after you enter the forrest.

                                            >You have learned several shortcuts due to your regular visits here.

                                            >Approaching the entrance, you raise a hand to knock.

                                            >"Anonymous, my dear friend…"

                                            >"Have we, some business, to attend?"

                                            >Zecora's rhyme reaches you through her door.

                                            "Heh, can never sneak up on you… I've come by for our monthly meeting."

                                            >The door opens and a striped equine beholds you.

                                            >"Ah, yes, how could I forget…"

                                            >"We'll sort this out, do not fret."

                                            >She motions you in and closes the door behind you.

                                            >While you have more modern tastes, Zecora's hut has a rustic charm to it.

                                            >It's a nice change from most p0nies' homes, that's for sure.

                                            >"Want some food or drink, while you wait?"

                                            >"Or don't tell me, you already ate?"

                                            >It sill amazes you how she comes up with these.

                                            "I ate before coming here, thanks though."

                                            >She shrugs and gathers some ingredients for your potion.

                                            >"My friend, your assistance, I will require…"

                                            >"If we are to finish, before the twilight hour."

                                            >Wasn't as good as her other ones, but you'll give her that one.

                                            >You walk over to the shaman and help her get ready.

                                            >"Wing of bat, for stamina's sake…"

                                            >You grab a flying rat corpse and carve off a wing.

                                            >There's something… primal about Zecora that you enjoy.

                                            >She's different from the other p0nies.

                                            >"Minotaur's horn, to make them shake."

                                            >A minotaur's horn is ground to a fine powder.

                                            >Not just because she's a zebra, but everything about her is just more powerful.

                                            >Her eyes are like deep pools, gazing into the abyss itself.

                                            >"Some simple herbs, beyond your count…"

                                            >Zecora grabs a few herbs and places them with the other ingredients.

                                            >You glance at her flank and see her swishing her tail back and forth, putting on a show.

                                            >She remembered you were coming, the aphrodisiac incense was a new touch though.

                                            >"Will let you give, a large amount."

                                            >The shaman walks over to a large cauldron and lights a fire beneath it.

                                            >Placing the makings of the potion into an odd soup inside the cauldron, she stirs in a counter-clockwise motion.

                                            >As she mixes the blend together, she continues to flick her tail at you, sometimes just lifting it to the side and holding it to give your a good view of her nether regions.

                                            *Drip*

                                            >If her glistening marehood didn't betray her intentions, her pungent musk certainly would.

                                            >It's intoxicating.

                                            >You don't bother hiding the tent in your pants, she knows how aroused you are.

                                            *Poof*

                                            >The now boiling mixture belches a large puff of smoke and turns green.

                                            >"We must be, expedient…"

                                            >"And add the last, ingredient!"

                                            >Zecora widens her stance and leans forward.

                                            >As she does so, she points to a bottle filled with a pink liquid on a table nearby.

                                            >You strip as you retrieve the bottle.

                                            >Standing naked behind Zecora, the bottle in one hand, and your throbbing dick in the other, you glance down at the Zebra's now winking sex as it drips with juices.

                                            >You pour the contents of the bottle onto your member, being sure to rub it over every inch.

                                            >No way you were going in dry.

                                            >Kneeling, you position yourself behind Zecora.

                                            >You lift her tail and place your tip at the base of her vulva.

                                            >You slowly drag it up her slit, teasing her before you reach your real destination.

                                            >Zecora's puckered hole loosens a little when she feels your cock giving her a kiss.

                                            >She groans as your lubricated member is granted access to her intestines.

                                            >Inch by inch, you slide slowly into the mare until you feel her wetness seeping onto your scrotum.

                                            >Her coarse fur scrapes against your hips while her velvety insides squeeze you.

                                            >"We now are one, a spell we sew…"

                                            >"Deep inside, your cum must go."

                                            >Her sudden vulgarity only makes you pulsate inside her.

                                            >*Gasp*

                                            >Zecora's head is held low as you begin to extract yourself from her.

                                            >Once you are about halfway out you thrust back into her.

                                            *Whap*

                                            >"Oh~"

                                            >You feel her shake as she tries to accommodate the large mass in her ass.

                                            *Whap*

                                            >*Gasp*

                                            >Placing a hand on her stomach, you can feel yourself straitening her digestive tract.

                                            *Whap*

                                            >"Ah~"

                                            >She probably gave herself something to make her last longer, and if she can cheat, so can you.

                                            >You give into one of the most base pleasures there is.

                                            >The thrill of the hunt.

                                            >Zecora is prey, and you are her predator.

                                            >You continue to pump her while you lean forward and brandish your canines.

                                            >Her eyes bulge in fear, but her neck cranes to the side to give you access to her jugular.

                                            >You hear her rapid breaths above you and feel her blood pound through her intestinal walls.

                                            *Chomp*

                                            >Zecora whinnies as her blood trickles into your mouth.

                                            >With every thrust, a fresh surge of blood washes over your tongue and is greedily swallowed.

                                            *Whap*

                                            *Gulp*

                                            *Whap*

                                            *Gulp*

                                            *Whap*

                                            *Gulp*

                                            >Zecora's eyes roll back into her head and her tongue lolls out of her mouth.

                                            >Her intestines pulsate around your member, eliciting a throaty moan from you.

                                            >You feel yourself getting close, so you take your position.

                                            >Remaining inside of her, you lift the semi-conscious Zecora and bounce her against your hips.

                                            >Her walls clamp down on you like a vice and you burry yourself in her luscious ass.

                                            "Hng!"

                                            >Zecora tightens her grip on you as you fill her intestines.

                                            >Her stomach distends somewhat as her enteric organ stretches as it is pumped full of your seed.

                                            >"AH!"

                                            >You angle the mare's entrance to the mixture you had made together.

                                            >She squirts her fluids into the caldron as you shoot yours into her.

                                            >The mixture turns a brilliant shade of pink as Zecora's mare juices intermingle with the other ingredients.

                                            >You lower the zebra and hold her ass in the air as you pull out.

                                            >Several bubbles of your semen churn inside of her as her anus slowly clenches shut.

                                            >You make sure her ass is angled so nothing drips out.

                                            >She uses your essence in some of her more powerful potions.

                                            >But it has to stew in the body of a shaman first, so it can absorb more energy.

                                            >Who were you to question her methods?

                                            >As Zecora comes to, she stands and shakes her flank.

                                            >Satisfied with the soft sloshing noise she hears, she smiles at you.

                                            >"Very good, Anonymous…"

                                            >"You conquered all, and pleasured us."

                                            >"This potion of virility, is, of course, free…"

                                            >She gives a sultry look as she motions to the caldron.

                                            >You reach into the cauldron and cup some of the liquid in your hand.

                                            >It is now cool to the touch and goes down your throat smoothly.

                                            >"But perhaps you'd like, to test it, with me."

                                            >You have no more appointments for today, you might as well pay Zecora for her troubles.

                                            >You snarl and lunge at Zecora like a feral beast and proceeded to rut her into the ground for the next hour.

                                            >By the time you finish, you have to help her to bed so she can begin the meditation process to charge the semen she now housed.

                                            >It's a good thing she's not your species, or her bulging stomach would have you worried.

                                            >She always makes a quality bit of potion for you.

                                            >You thank Zecora and head home, being sure to bottle some of the pink mixture on the way out.

                                            >Tomorrow is going to be a busy day again.

                                            >First on your list is a minty unicorn, who just loves having you give her a helping hand.