[Zecora][FR, Clop] The Numbers Game, Part Sunflower (Fifth)


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                                            [original author ETIQUETTE ]

                                            "[Zecora][FR, Clop] The Numbers Game, Part Sunflower (Fifth)"

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                                            >You come to later in a familiar setting.

                                            >Your mind feels like it just finished the first test-run of a nuclear-powered blender.

                                            >Results: Chernobyl.

                                            >Wearily, you open your eyes to take in the scenery.

                                            >The trees of the Everfree are bobbing up and down as you slowly move forward.

                                            >Wait. They aren't bobbing.

                                            >You are.

                                            >Groggily, you look down.

                                            >You're being carried on the back of another human.

                                            >A woman.

                                            >She must lift if she's able to carry you.

                                            >Wait.

                                            >A WOMAN!

                                            >Dear sweet Celestia!

                                            >Either you made it home somehow or somep0ny has seen it fit to bless your miserable life with someone of the same species.

                                            >The person carrying you notices your erratic movements and shifts your weight around.

                                            >"Ah, welcome back to the world of the waking /"

                                            >"It's quite a tent back there you're making."

                                            >You look down to see your rock-hard member jamming itself into her back.

                                            >It's keeping you a good six inches away from her, unyielding in its attempt to bury itself into something.

                                            >The sensations come back full force.

                                            I...

                                            >You cringe, her footfalls sending pleasure up your spine.

                                            Can't take it...

                                            >"Once we arrive back home, your problem will be fixed /"

                                            >"For the other potion to aid you, I have already mixed."

                                            >Slowly, her words start to sink in.

                                            >This woman is Zecora, turned human after drinking a potion so that you two could...

                                            Please... hurry...

                                            >You groan, passions swimming around in your head once more.

                                            >She picks up the pace, only for you to moan in protest.

                                            Slowly...

                                            >You slouch across her neck and close your eyes, hoping it will somehow speed the trip.


                                            >After what seemed like an agonizingly long walk, you and Zecora finally end up back at her hut.

                                            >As she promised, there's a small cauldron of bubbling liquid heating over the fire.

                                            >Zecora sets you down nearby and you breathe a short sigh of relief, thankful that your cock is no longer being stimulated.

                                            >For what it's worth, you really are holding yourself together pretty well.

                                            >You've had your name spoken more lately than role call at an Alzheimer's convention.

                                            >You chuckle softly to yourself and it manages to shake your boner ever so slightly.

                                            >You twinge in recoil.

                                            >Okay, no more fun then.

                                            >Zecora pours the bubbling liquid into a cup and hands it to you.

                                            >"Drink that now-"

                                            >You down the mix of ingredients.

                                            >It's hot as shit.

                                            >It burns your tongue and the roof of your mouth, but you gulp it down anyway.

                                            >"-you should probably not /"

                                            >"The mixture is still very hot."

                                            >She sighs and brings you another cup with cool milk in it.

                                            >"I have told the p0nies many times /"

                                            >"'Wait until I finish my rhymes...'"

                                            >You just grin sheepishly at her and sip more milk.

                                            >"Very soon, the effect should begin /"

                                            >"I'm eager to rut the same way as women..."

                                            >She smiles and strokes her hand along your bare chest.

                                            >You shiver and squirm, your cock erupting like a volcano.

                                            >You coat Zecora's left side in your spunk and even manage to get some in the cauldron across the room.

                                            >Zecora stares with her mouth agape.

                                            I... was backed up...

                                            >She just grins and leads you back into her bedroom.


                                            >Her room is filled with odd knick-knacks and a few shelves of books.

                                            >You get the feeling that Twilight and Zecora would get along really well if they would just sit down and talk to each other.

                                            >You look at Zecora.

                                            >Or... rhyme to each other...

                                            >Zecora catches your glance and gives you a wicked smile.

                                            >She pushes you down onto her bed with lust in her eyes.

                                            >Everything is p0ny-sized, so your feet actually manage to stay in contact with the floor while your head hits the pillow softly.

                                            >Zecora eyes your limp dick hungrily.

                                            >You've never seen this side of Striped Rhymes before.

                                            >"[Anon,] let's not waste our time /"

                                            >"To squander [my little human] would be a crime."

                                            >You clench your teeth and grip the sheets of the bed as your cock gives the ol' one-man salute.

                                            >Zecora just smirks as she drives her mouth down onto your awaiting manhood.

                                            >You gasp and shiver, her mouth giving you a once-remembered sensation.

                                            >It's been so long since you were with a woman.

                                            >Her tongue dances along your shaft and her warm breath is both comforting and primal on your pelvis.

                                            >You reach your hand out and trace it along her scalp, running her silky hair between your fingers.

                                            >Looking down, it's like you never left home.

                                            >Except that you never got laid back home.

                                            >Her eyes meet yours and you see a little twinkle in them.

                                            >She winks and bobs down farther along your rod, nearly taking it whole.

                                            >You gasp and shiver, gripping her hair tighter.


                                            >She lets a small moan escape her, her body responding to your grasp.

                                            >It reverberates down your length, sending tingles up your spine.

                                            >With a long, flat lick, Zecora brings her head up from your rod and kisses the tip.

                                            >She pumps your member with her hands a few times, the motion making wet schlicking noises.

                                            >Your body quakes.

                                            >The feeling of your own hands was one thing.

                                            >But the feelings of another's milking your shaft sends you into a moaning fit.

                                            >You grasp the sheets again, pulling them ever so slightly towards you.

                                            >Zecora simply grins again, reveling in her dominance.

                                            >She lowers her head to the side of your cock and begins to softly bite at its base.

                                            >Your toes curl and you gasp for breath.

                                            >She redoubles her efforts on the other side, sucking and licking along your entire length.

                                            >She lowers herself even further, now eye level with the head of your dick.

                                            >You can feel her wet slit press itself down on the top of your foot.

                                            >She starts to grind her lower lips from your ankle to your toes, groaning lightly at each end of the circuit.

                                            >She grabs your shaft with her right hand and begins stroking you again, her fingers playing delicately at your tip.

                                            >She breathes warmly across your balls before popping one of them into her mouth.

                                            >Her tongue slides along your skin, carefully shifting your sack from left to right within.

                                            >You ball your fists in ecstasy and moan her name.

                                            >She releases your testicle with a pop and repeats the process with the other.

                                            >You can't resist these alien, yet familiar sensations and you cum again, covering her hand and face.


                                            >Your body trembles and goes limp.

                                            >You pant, spent from the ordeal.

                                            Thanks Zecora...

                                            >You gasp and swallow.

                                            I really needed that.

                                            >She stands at the foot of the bed, a strand of sexual desire trailing from her nethers.

                                            >Her eyes are still filled with lust.

                                            >"Oh [Anon,] I hope you don't think you're done yet /"

                                            >"I haven't cum and I'm still wet."

                                            >"You wouldn't keep a lady waiting /"

                                            >"[Anon,] let's begin the mating..."

                                            >Your body tenses yet again as your cock struggles to stand at attention.

                                            Zecora, the human body wasn't made for-

                                            >Before you can finish your sentence, Zecora leaps onto the bed and straddles your waist.

                                            >She presses her lips to yours and you struggle for air.

                                            >Zecora just redoubles her efforts, grabbing you by the back of your head and pressing the two of you even closer.

                                            >Her tongue slips into your mouth and slides along the tips of your teeth.

                                            >You're losing oxygen, but even so, enjoying the sensation.

                                            >Your cock stands up even straighter, attempting to wedge itself between Zecora's buttocks.

                                            >You feel her pussy salivating at the base of your rod, pooling around your balls.

                                            >She starts grinding herself into your base, occasionally moaning into your mouth.

                                            >You can't hold back anymore.

                                            >Your own desire has been elevated to her level.

                                            >You bring your hands down across her ass to make a loud spank.

                                            >She pulls up from the kiss and you both gasp.

                                            >Instantly, she looks back down at you with sex-crazed eyes.

                                            >You smack her ass again and can feel more juice flow from her hole.

                                            >You grab her cutie mark tattoos tightly and lift her up along your shaft to the tip.


                                            >Once there, you eagerly thrust yourself inside of her.

                                            >Her walls give little resistance, having long since been coated with desire.

                                            >She's still tight however.

                                            >Extremely so.

                                            >Your face contorts in passion and you grip her ass harder.

                                            >You plunge deeper into her honey pot, which elicits grunts from the both of you.

                                            >Her insides are contracting around you, eager for your seed.

                                            >Zecora wraps her arms around your neck and pulls herself close to you.

                                            >She begins biting along your collar bone, moaning and breathing warmly at the same spots.

                                            >Her breasts are pressed flat against your chest.

                                            >You can feel her nipples being dragged along your body with each thrust.

                                            >Your body shivers and you feel yourself getting close again.

                                            Zecora...

                                            >You moan breathlessly.

                                            I'm gonna...

                                            >She drags her tongue along your neck and smiles at you.

                                            >"To cum inside me mustn't be your goal /"

                                            >"Unless you want an [Anon] foal."

                                            >At your name, you feel the pressure starting to build.

                                            >You heed Zecora's warning and pull her up toward you, off of your member.

                                            >As soon as you do, sticky strands of DNA shoot out and splash across Zecora's back and ass.

                                            >You both lie there, catching your breath.

                                            >You're the first to speak.

                                            Are you saying that you can get pregnant in this body?

                                            >She simply nods.

                                            How is that even possible?

                                            >"In this form, when without tail or mane /"

                                            >"All a mother must do is way instain."

                                            >You shoot Zecora a confused look, but decide to just forget about it.

                                            >The two of you drift off to sleep for the night.