[Zec/Cheer][FR, Clop] The Numbers Game, Part Turnip (Final)


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                                            [original author ETIQUETTE ]

                                            " [Zec/Cheer][FR, Clop] The Numbers Game, Part Turnip (Final)"

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                                            >You wake up spooning with Zecora.

                                            >She's still human.

                                            >She must have brewed a pretty strong potion.

                                            >Than again, your boner's been at your own name's beck and call for over 24 hours now.

                                            >Fucking Cheerilee.

                                            >You'll have to figure out something really diabolical in order to deal with her...

                                            >But first, it's time to take a leak.

                                            >Morning wood isn't any different here than it was back home.

                                            >You start to delicately ease up off the bed, trying not to wake Zecora.

                                            >Her hut is small, and even in your sleep-addled daze, you manage to find her bathroom.

                                            >You reach down to take hold of your dicks and-

                                            >Wait...

                                            >Dicks?

                                            >As in more than one?

                                            >You look down and do a quick head count.

                                            >8, 9, 10?

                                            >Ten?

                                            >Err... potato?

                                            >You have potato dicks?!

                                            >That's as many as two sunflowers, and that's terrible.

                                            >They all stand at attention, bright-eyed and eager to face the day.

                                            ZECORA!

                                            >You dart back into the bedroom and shake Dark Chocolate awake.

                                            What the hell is this about?

                                            >She blinks several times sleepily until she finally takes in the sight.

                                            >Her eyes shoot open in surprise and a hint of longing.

                                            >"Ah, the results of the ingredient, I was beginning to suspect /"

                                            >But now it seems they are taking effect."

                                            What are you talking about?! What did you put in my potion?!

                                            >"A berry of lum and an egg's yolk /"

                                            >"Oh, and there was the poison joke."


                                            >You clench her shoulders tighter in your grip and grit your teeth.

                                            >You're fuming, but you assume that she had a good reason.

                                            >You loosen your hold on her and try to calm down.

                                            Why would you put poison joke in my drink?

                                            >"As you may know, the plant reverses the consumer's desire /"

                                            >You nod.

                                            >"Since you don't want to rut, I thought it'd make your dick number higher."

                                            >You simply stare at Zecora, dumbfounded.

                                            >All the gears in your mind are turning, attempting to crank out some kind of logical end to her statement.

                                            >Zecora notices your confusion and continues:

                                            >"[Anon,] it's been so long since I felt the elation /"

                                            >"Of getting completely filled up-"

                                            >She leans in close and whispers into your ear: "multiple penetration."

                                            >The combination of your name and her suggestion hit home down below.

                                            >To your surprise, your cocks seem to grow even longer in arousal.

                                            >The tips of each are now a good arm's length out from your body.

                                            >You start to feel light-headed, your body sending a great deal of blood down to power your new appendages.

                                            >You completely release Zecora from your clutches and fall wearily onto the bed.

                                            >Your body takes immediate note and diverts the blood from your legs to your writhing dick anemone.

                                            >Zecora's eyes light up and her smile becomes frenzied.

                                            >"This is the heaven I want, once I have died /"

                                            >"[Anon,] get ready. I'm going to stuff you inside!"

                                            >With that, she leaps into the air towards your cock forest.


                                            >Almost instinctively, your dick tentacles lash out, wrapping around her midsection, legs, and arms.

                                            >To your collective amazement, your members manage to hold her weight.

                                            >You head still feels hazy, but you get the distinct feeling that shit's getting pretty crazy.

                                            >Your body is limp, but your rods are alert and limber.

                                            >Still, they only seem to be holding Zecora in place, having prevented her from injuring your core.

                                            >It only takes a moment for her to snap out of her stupor.

                                            >She begins to struggle eagerly against the bonds at her wrists.

                                            >But she's not attempting to escape.

                                            >She's trying to reach out to one of your unoccupied shafts.

                                            >With no input from you to the contrary, Zecora manages to grab hold of one of your lengths and position it in front of her mouth.

                                            >"[Anon,] with this gift, I know you can /"

                                            >"fill me up [my little human.]"

                                            >As if your mind wasn't already fuzzy enough, the trigger words pump through your veins.

                                            >Not to mention that Zecora had decided to punctuate her last rhyme by driving your cock into her throat.

                                            >Your mind is only functioning on a primal level, enough to tell your mouth to illicit small moans.

                                            >Zecora is hungrily gobbling down your dick which has started to pump almost of its own will.

                                            >Somewhere in the back of your mind, you can hear guttural squishing sounds as your length bottoms out within Zecora.

                                            >You feel her neck muscles straining against your girth, contracting slightly and beckoning your seed.

                                            >Her tongue slides flatly along your shaft, warming and coating the underside with saliva as it travels in and out.

                                            >Zecora's eye roll back in her head, a combination of ecstasy and struggle.


                                            >But she hasn't given up yet.

                                            >She searches out and takes up two other free-floating tentacles and begins stroking them fiercely.

                                            >Your body is ignited with lust.

                                            >Her efforts send you into a violent fit.

                                            >Your pelvis thrusts upward off the bed several times as if you'd been hit with chest paddles.

                                            >Your mass of dicks sway from side to side but keep a firm hold of Zecora.

                                            >The cocks in her hands writhe as she milks them.

                                            >You feel a shiver each time her fingers brush over your head.

                                            >The last two of your remaining cock-snakes begin searching for something to occupy themselves with.

                                            >They travel along her legs until they reach her rump.

                                            >They begin to rise and fall, striking her cheeks and causing dull smacking sounds.

                                            >They begin mounting in pace, eventually striking an alternating rhythm amongst themselves.

                                            >She gasps from the attention and moans onto the rod in her mouth.

                                            >In turn, this causes the member getting deep throated to begin pumping her even harder.

                                            >Your body instinctively tenses and your hands grip the sheets.

                                            >You feel yourself getting close.

                                            >Well, at least, some of you...

                                            >With a few final respective strokes, the three of your dicks being attended to erupt in spunk.

                                            >The one in Zecora's throat sends your seed down her esophagus.

                                            >The two in her hands shoot strands across her hair and face, evenly coating both sides of her head.

                                            >With a groan, your cock slides out of her mouth, followed by her hanging tongue.

                                            >Her eyes have yet to re-emerge from her skull.

                                            >She gasps for air, struggling to speak.

                                            >"Oh... my goodness... this has been quite a fling... /"

                                            >"Your species... is quite... amazing..."

                                            >But you're far from finished.


                                            >You've yet to revert back from a mindless group of genitalia.

                                            >You still have seven unsatisfied members.

                                            >The tentacles holding up Zecora's wrists and core tag out for the spent ones and quiver in anticipation.

                                            >If they had lips, they'd be licking them.

                                            >Zecora begins to tug at her biological restraints again.

                                            >This time, not in lust, but in a suspicious fear.

                                            >"I think by now we've had our fun /"

                                            >Your dicks begin to straighten out, lining up their lunges to their targets.

                                            >Zecora begins to resist more adamantly, beads of sweat forming along her brow, mixing in with your cum as they slide down.

                                            >"Let's get you fixed up and call it-"

                                            >Before she can finish her sentence, her body is simultaneously entered by your three positioned rods.

                                            >One in her mouth, silencing her.

                                            >One in her pussy.

                                            >And the third in her ass.

                                            >There's an audible 'gurk' noise as her throat is invaded once again.

                                            >Through your lengths, you can feel Zecora's body immediately tense.

                                            >And then go limp.

                                            >Her eyes have once again rolled into her head.

                                            >Your body doesn't care.

                                            >This actually makes the process much easier.

                                            >Her body is yours to command.

                                            >Your dicks begin to pump into her from all sides.

                                            >Her wet pussy clenches you tight, contracting along your shaft.

                                            >Her ass is even tighter, nearly threatening to cut off precious circulation.

                                            >Her mouth is slick and warm, still coated with your previous batch of baby batter.


                                            >Your cocks work in unison and her entire body begins to move forward and backward from the force of your thrusts.

                                            >Her breasts sway softly, hanging straight down from her chest, nipples erect.

                                            >One of your members nestles itself between them, letting her unnatural movement act as a tit job.

                                            >Her soft breasts lightly glide along your shaft, giving a stark contrast to the sensations you're getting elsewhere.

                                            >You can still feel soft breaths escape her mouth as your cocks pound into her from behind.

                                            >Another of your tentacles begins to prod Zecora's clit, saddling itself between her moist lips.

                                            >Her juices flow down around your rod and soon it joins its companion inside her sex cavern.

                                            >The two cocks inside her soon establish their own alternating rhythm and work like pistons, thrusting in and out.

                                            >Your whole body works like a machine, all tentacles working in tandem to bring you to glorious orgasm.

                                            >And you're damn close.

                                            >The members supporting Zecora squeeze her lightly, and the rest go into overdrive.

                                            >Her body twitches from all of the micro-stimulation and you can feel yourself coming to the edge.

                                            >Your cocks all pump one final time and quiver.

                                            >You cum deep inside each of Zecora's orifices and your cock Tangela lowers her softly onto your chest.

                                            >The smell of sperm and sex pervades the room and coats the both of you.

                                            >Exhausted, you pass out once more.


                                            >You wake up to a hard slap across the face and an angry-looking Zecora.

                                            >She's straddling your chest and pinning your arms down to your side.

                                            >She of all people should know that your arms are the least of her worries right now.

                                            >"The action you took I should deplore /"

                                            >She leans down, smirks, and whispers into your ear.

                                            >"Later, we should play some more."

                                            >You want to be angry at her for deceiving you and messing with your potion.

                                            >You want to yell at her and tell her where she should stick it.

                                            >But you know where she sticks it.

                                            >And you have to admit...

                                            >You've had a lot of fun these last 3,000 words...

                                            Alright, Zecora. But on one condition...

                                            >She look at you, a twinkle in her eyes, and nods.

                                            You seem to be pretty capable with chemistry. I mean... I already knew that, but...

                                            Do you think you could help me mix something up so that I could get back at Cheerilee?

                                            >She places a finger to her chin in thought and then smiles.

                                            >"If it's revenge you wish to bring /"

                                            >"I think I know just the thing."

                                            >You chuckle and attempt to sit up, prompting Zecora to get up off of you.

                                            >You lean close to her and plant a kiss on her lips.

                                            Oh, and one more question. How much longer do you think her potion's effects will last?

                                            >She pauses and it looks as though she's doing some mental math.

                                            >"From what I know, it should weaken soon /"

                                            >"I'd say by this afternoon."

                                            Then that leaves us a couple more hours of fun.

                                            >You smirk and push her back down onto the bed.


                                            >Just before afternoon rolls around, you finish up your canary-th session with Zecora.

                                            >Damn that zebra sure can buck.

                                            >You head out of her hut with a phial of liquid, a newfound determination, and a spring in your step.

                                            >You make your way back to P0nyville proper, sporting a smile that the Cheshire Cat would envy.

                                            >You make a beeline to Cheerilee's house.

                                            >Luckily it's not a school day.

                                            >And you know that Cheerilee doesn't have a social life.

                                            >If she did, she wouldn't have to poison you for her jollies.

                                            >You arrive in front of her door and carefully peek in through her window.

                                            >You can see her mulling around, doing nothing in particular.

                                            >It's almost painful to watch.

                                            >Almost.

                                            >Here's this mare that has nothing better to do in her free time than re-adjust books on her shelves.

                                            >Well, you're about to fix that.

                                            >It's time to put everything into place.

                                            >With a deep breath, you drop your pants.

                                            >Quietly, you whisper to yourself:

                                            [Anon.] [Anon.] [Anon.] [Anon.] [Anon.] [Anon.]

                                            >Your dick shoots up straight and your body quakes lightly.

                                            >Damnit. You really WERE becoming numb to this...

                                            >You open the vial and dump the contents onto your raging boner.

                                            >Taking a moment to gather one last bit of resolve, you start to pound on Cheerilee's door.

                                            Cheerilee! I can't take it anymore! I need you!


                                            >You are now Cheerilee.

                                            >You're hanging around your house not doing much because, well, all you really do is teach.

                                            >Sometimes you wish you had a special somep0ny...

                                            >Like that Anon fellow.

                                            >He was fun to play with.

                                            >A smirk plays across your lips.

                                            >Really fun.

                                            >You hope he's not having too much trouble with his 'condition.'

                                            >You giggle.

                                            >Suddenly you hear a banging at the door of your home.

                                            >"Cheerilee! I can't take it anymore! I need you!"

                                            Oh my, what great timing.

                                            >You trot over to the door and open it.

                                            >Anon is pants-less and carrying a wild look in his eyes.

                                            I was just thinking about you, [my little human.] Come in. Come in.

                                            >You grin smugly and usher Anon inside, closing the door behind him.

                                            What can I do for you, [Anon?]

                                            >He looks visibly shaken. "I need... release..."

                                            >You tut.

                                            Well, Mr. Anonymous. In P0nyville, when we want something, we ask politely.

                                            >You cast Anon a confident grin.

                                            >"Please... help me, Ms. Cheerilee."

                                            Help you what, Mr. Anonymous? I need you to be clear.

                                            >He sighs. "Please, suck my cock."

                                            I thought you'd never ask.

                                            >You lunge at his stiff rod and take it all the way down your throat.

                                            >It tastes different than the last time you blew him...

                                            >It tastes... bitter...

                                            >You green eyes narrow to pin-pricks and you look up at Anon.

                                            >"Gotcha, bitch..."

                                            >You stumble backwards and fall to the floor.

                                            >Your mind is filled with haze and smog.

                                            >You can't think for yourself.

                                            >It hurts to think.

                                            >What should you do?

                                            >If only somep0ny would tell you what to do...

                                            >"Cheerilee..."

                                            Yes?

                                            >"Stand up."

                                            Of course...


                                            >You are Anon again.

                                            >Cheerilee is standing in front of you with a dopey look on her face.

                                            >You decide that it's probably best if you take her for a test drive.

                                            Cheerilee, spin around.

                                            >"Anything." She smiles and chases her tail in a small circle.

                                            Cheerilee, dance.

                                            >She hops up on her back hooves and reenacts the 80s, disco and all.

                                            Cheerilee, present yourself and tell me that you want me.

                                            >She faces away from you and drops her front to the floor, keeping her back legs straight.

                                            >"Oh, [Anon.] I want you. Please rut me."

                                            >You cringe from hearing your name and take a look at your wristwatch.

                                            >The effects of the aphrodisiac should be wearing off anytime now.

                                            >You smirk at the recent events and can't help but begin laughing maniacally.

                                            >Finally.

                                            >Finally you have the upper hand in this god-forsaken place.

                                            >It's time that Cheerilee got her dues.

                                            >Keeping an eye on your wristwatch, you repeat your name at intervals of sunflower minutes until you no longer arouse yourself.

                                            >You smile at Cheerilee, open her door, and stroll into nighttime P0nyville.

                                            Come, Cheerilee.

                                            >"Yes, Anon." She smiles mindlessly and follows you out the door.


                                            >The next morning.

                                            >Wake up.

                                            >Scoot out of bed from spooning with Cheerilee.

                                            >Not because you were attracted to her, but because ponies were really soft and warm.

                                            >You head to your kitchen and pour yourself a bowl of Luna Charms.

                                            >Finish eating and go take a shower.

                                            >When you get out, Cheerilee has today's outfit laid out on the bed.

                                            Good morning, Ms. Cheerilee.

                                            >"Good morning, Anon." She says without tone and staring straight forward into nothingness.

                                            >You put on the clothes you had Cheerilee pick out and smile at her.

                                            Let's get you into your maid outfit.

                                            >She nods almost robotically. "Of course, Anon."

                                            >You help her into the dress and almost immediately afterwards comes a knocking at your door.

                                            Go see who that is, will you?

                                            >"Right away, Anon." She begins trotting to the front.

                                            And if it's Fluttershy, get rid of her.

                                            >You see her nod as she rounds the doorframe.

                                            >A few minutes and a "meep" and "eep" later, Cheerilee returns to the bedroom.

                                            >You grin and rub her behind the ears.

                                            For today's activities... You're going to clean my house, okay?

                                            >"I'd love to, Mr. Anon."

                                            >Your eyes narrow devilishly.

                                            And then let's go get you rutted by every stallion in P0nyville.

                                            >"Anything for you, Anonymous." You see a single tear run down her face.

                                            >The next two days were going to be good days.

                                            [spoiler] Bad End? [/spoiler]