Unnamed Zecora Thing [NSFW]


                                            >She set it ablaze, the dry kindling within the fire pit snapping and crackling as the flame consumes it with ease, slowly urging their much larger bretheren into joining them in combustion.

                                            >During the day, this fire pit, sat as it was in the middle of her home, would normally be tasked with heating a cauldron, tasked with brewing all manner of strange and wonderful concoctions of alchemy.

                                            >But when night fell, the cauldron was moved into storage, the pit instead tasked with providing heat for the shaman's humble abode.

                                            >Zecora studied the freshly hewn pine logs for a while longer, ensuring that they were indeed catching fire.

                                            >When she was satisfied with what she saw, she turned with a small smile towards the one who had hewn them in the first place.

                                            >Which would, of course, be you, briefly distracted from your meal preparation by her cyan eyes meeting your own.

                                            >You just can't help but smiling ever so slightly wider in response.

                                            >But then again, just about everything this enchantress did had that effect on you.

                                            >"The fire is now well underway," she opens, holding your gaze with a playful glint in her eyes. "How goes the work for our little soiree?"

                                            >Blinking, you offer her a small chuckle before responding proper:

                                            "Might be a little late. I just keep getting so... distracted."

                                            >It was her turn to laugh, tittering with a hoof held to her mouth.

                                            >"If your attention is so easily swayed," - her eyelids lower in lockstep with her voice - "Perhaps you are in need of my aid."

                                            "Well that's a welcome bit of news," you wink. "How could I possibly refuse?"

                                            >She laughs properly, a rare and delightful thing she only seems to reserve for you.

                                            >Even if your attempts to match her with rhymes are off, be it in wording or meter, she still enjoys your attempts all the same.

                                            >And you enjoy trying for her just as much.

                                            >Walking over towards you, she gives your face a brief nuzzle, something you are all too happy to try and reciprocate.

                                            >And after pressing her snout to your nose for a few delightful moments, she seats herself next to you and promptly helps with preparing tonight's meal.

                                            >Your usual fare of root vegetables, seasoned and tossed in the special cooking oils she set aside for this night in particular.

                                            >The food was set into a covered cooking pan, nestled into the firewood and left to do it's work.

                                            >And with nothing else to do but wait, you procure the blanket from it's home, unfurling it as you sit at a comfortable distance before the now lively fire.

                                            >Right on cue, Zecora sits next to you, waiting patiently for you to finish unfolding the cover before leaning against you, just in time for the blanket to wrap around the pair of you.

                                            >The pair of you...

                                            >It still awes you sometimes how you even wound up as a pair in the first place.

                                            >No matter how you try to comprehend or rationalize it, the answer always seemed to rebound to some variation of "dumb luck".

                                            >But you weren't about to argue with the results.

                                            >Especially if it meant putting a pall on this moment.

                                            >You had timed the cooking to be finished just as the lays vestiges of the sun's light outside were laid to rest by the ascendance of the moon, and your time cuddling with the lovely zebra was broken only by you retrieving and promptly serving the simple yet fulfilling meal.

                                            >And while the food by itself was lovely, it was only the prelude to your plans for the night, and you both knew it.

                                            >Surrounded by warm blankets, the faint scent of pine sap, and the deep orange illumination of the slowly dying flame, you meet Zecora's eyes once again.

                                            >The shadowing of her face from her relative angle to the fire did nothing to mask her gaze, itself every bit as warm as the flames.

                                            >But much like yourself, she was growing restless with anticipation.

                                            >The spark of desire flickered in her eyes, much like the fire's reflection itself did, and you're certain your own gaze mirrored it.

                                            >No words were shared as your faces closed the distance; only a mutual understanding borne of both experience and instinct synchronized your actions.

                                            >Once more, your noses connect.

                                            >But this time, the contact arches upwards at an angle, providing a clear path for your lips to make contact.

                                            >The kiss you share with her was simple, and perhaps to an outside observer, could even be considered chaste.

                                            >But you knew better.

                                            >Zecora was a mare who knew how to control herself: emotionally, physically, and in other myriad ways you lack the vernacular for at this moment.

                                            >And the light shiver that runs through her at that first moment of contact belied just how much she wanted this.

                                            >Just like her almost imperceptible deepening of the lip-lock after enough of these blissful, uncounted moments told you of her wish to take things further.

                                            >She separates from you without so much as a sound, expression turning morose for the briefest of moments due to your mutual newfound lack of contact.

                                            >But any sign of sadness is banished by her playful smirk, twisted in the subtle, hungry ways that only unsated desire could.

                                            >Standing up and pulling away from the warmth of the blanket with the lightest of shivers, the two of you move to retrieve the requisite items for this last leg of the night's activities.

                                            >She, the special potions.

                                            >You, the specially infused candles.

                                            >As she moves to the bed to ensure all is in order, you sweep by the fire to ignite the wicks of the candles with it, the flame itself now clearly in the twilight of it's life by now.

                                            >Were this a normal night, when you two had not planned a night such as this, you would have used a harder wood to prolong the fire.

                                            >But tonight, a shorter burn was all you needed.

                                            >Striding over towards the bed and the mare half-laid across it, you swiftly yet evenly set the candles into their proper places, their special aroma already beginning to permeate the air.

                                            >She had two vials of potion already at the ready, with one held out for you.

                                            >Smiling, you commit fully to tonight's plans, downing the mixture in sync with her.

                                            >After stripping yourself of your remaining clothes, you lift yourself into the bed with her, the stripy mare facing you as you sit opposite to one another.

                                            >With your hands clasping her outstretched hooves, your faces close back in to resume the kiss from where you had left off.

                                            >Only this time, the difference was palpable.

                                            >The scent of the candles melded together with the taste of her lips, multiplying that implacable yet inexorable aspect of her own body.

                                            >That primal femininity you could feel from her with all of your senses; the scent, the taste, the touch, all of it.

                                            >Those aspects of her, detectable only faintly before, were now amplified above all others as her alchemy did it's work.

                                            >And from what she had told you of previous sessions, it was the same experience for her in regards to your own male aspects as well.

                                            >Desires blooming, your kiss breaks, only for your lips to drag slowly down her chin and along her neck, giving the occasional peck to the surface it glided along.

                                            >The light sigh of delight she gave may as well have been an obscene cry of ecstasy to your ears.

                                            >Applying the lightest pressure, you gently push her down onto her back, your head pulling back to fully appreciate the beauty sprawled out before you.

                                            >Everything about her exemplified fertile beauty, particularly as your eyes drew down to her lower half and openly admired her ample assets.

                                            >She gave the slightest bite of her lip as she did the same with you, the pair of you delighting in the joy your bodies could bring one another with just a look.

                                            >And oh, it was not going to stop at just a look.

                                            >With a small, contented sigh, your eyes once again lock with hers, and finally, you give voice to your query, however superfluous it might be.

                                            "Ready?"

                                            >Of course she was. But she knew how much you enjoyed hearing it confirmed.

                                            >Her hindlegs clasp themselves along your sides, giving your hips no path but forwards to go.

                                            >Her voice comes in a hushed whisper, her carnal desires ever more audible through her weakened yet still prominent control of herself.

                                            >"Any more waiting will drive me insane. Take me and claim me as yours again."

                                            >You were aligning yourself with her entrance long before she finished her sentence.

                                            >A shared staccato of sighs and gasps passes between you two as you slowly sink yourself into her, the pair of you continuing to hold each other's gazes while stubbornly refusing to shut your eyes in the wake of the familiar yet agonizing pleasure of one another's flesh.

                                            >It was only once your hips fully connected, when you no longer had more length to offer to her depths, that the two of you allowed your eyes to shut and your groans to reach something approaching their full volume.

                                            >You drink in as much of the sensation as you can, her concoction from before serving it's dual purpose of prolonging how much of her you could endure before reaching your climax.

                                            >Without it, you would not last beyond the next few minutes.

                                            >Eyes meeting once more, you share a brief smile as you lower your body towards hers, her limbs wrapping around you in turn.

                                            >And with one more short-lived kiss, you begin to move within her at last.

                                            >Making love to Zecora was never a fast ordeal; she delighted in taking things slowly, in drawing out the sensation of each individual motion for as long as possible.

                                            >When you first began making love to her, it flew in the face of your every desire as a man to lay claim to the mare of your dreams.

                                            >Who wouldn't want to be fast, decisive, and thorough with their partner?

                                            >But as your relationship grew and your inexperience abated, you had begun coming around to her way of doing things, convinced of their efficacy through trial alone.

                                            >And now you simply couldn't see yourself having her any other way.

                                            >Your breathing settles into a heavier yet steady rhythm as your motions continue at the same steady pace, her own hips meeting you halfway with every controlled stroke.

                                            >Her own pattern of breathing falls into sync with your own, with Zecora's constant, loving gaze and occasional stifled moan ensuring that you were never left unsure of her own enjoyment.

                                            >Darkness encroaches upon your shared Everfree home as the fire truly loses most of it's potency, most of the logs reduced to glowing embers by this point.

                                            >Indeed, it was almost as if the flame's power was siphoned into the two of you, fuelling your continued union.

                                            >Soon, the only notable source of light remaining in the cabin was the candles, and even then they only barely kept your vision from plunging into absolute darkness.

                                            >Zecora's limbs tightened their hold on you as the darkness encroached, serving as her silent plea to intensify your movements.

                                            >The only time she ever truly felt that she was safe to loosen her inhibitions was when the darkness crept in, and her rising volume, harder breathing, and rougher movements were a testament to that fact.

                                            >While you answered her plea with a much wanted speed increase, where the change was especially pronounced was in the newfound power of each stroke.

                                            >You shifted your angle of attack just enough to allow you to pierce ever so slightly deeper into her than before, a small squeak of joy escaping her throat every time you did so in lockstep with your usual reward of a powerful clench of her inner walls around you.

                                            >So powerful, in fact, that they came close to locking you inside of her.

                                            >Once the first candle burns out, you take that as your cue to remain planted within her for a brief moment in sync with her clenching, gently grinding against her as if opposing her muscles.

                                            >You knew it drove her wild, and her stuttering gasps were all the confirmation you needed that it still performed as intended.

                                            >More candles began to go out, and she redoubles her efforts in response, though it seemed to you to be motivated more from knowing of your impending finish.

                                            >Either way, her movements were having the intended effect: your breathing became more laboured and your movements more jerky as you fought against the inevitable.

                                            >And it was plain in the way that she moaned that she was doing no better than you.

                                            >Then, with only a few thrusts left in you before you pass the point of no return, she clasps her hindlegs behind your back in a facsimile of a leg-lock, the silent plea succeeding in sending you tumbling over the edge.

                                            >A few more heavy thrusts later, and you give her exactly what she wants.

                                            >It was this part of the sex that she loved more than anything else; being able to feel you desperately trying to satisfy nature's highest calling by planting a new life within her.

                                            >Though she hadn't been brought to her own peak in time with yours, it took only a few pulses of seed breaching her innermost sanctum to have her join you in the throes of climactic ecstasy.

                                            >Her voice rose several octaves at random, roughly timed with your own orgasm, as she tried her best to keep from crying out in abject delight at being filled to completion by her lover after a long night of work.

                                            >Eventually, she opts to silence herself against your lips, freely moaning into your mouth as you partake in the act yourself.

                                            >But eventually, as all good things must, your climax finally reaches it's end, and Zecora's rhythmically clenching passage eventually follows suit, relaxing it's iron grip on you as you soften within their confines.

                                            >Your kissing had transitioned smoothly from wanton moaning to a heavier iteration of your comparatively chaste kissing from the beginning, separating after a while only to gain access to more precious air.

                                            >Those eyes of hers held nothing but utter satisfaction, intertwined with her ever-present and deeply held love for you.

                                            >A sight you emphatically mirror in your own gaze.

                                            >Lost in the haze of endorphins, you begin to daydream about your partner's intentions.

                                            >Ignorant as you are of her alchemic craft, part of you wonders if the slightly different tastes of her potions was the product of her attempting to make bearing your children a reality.

                                            >The topic of foals came up many times after your relationship had become physical, and though she maintained that it was impossible, there was always that glint to her eyes whenever she remarked that you should never stop trying regardless.

                                            >But that was the extent of what your exhausted mind would allow you to indulge in, as your body finally begins to pay the toll of your actions.

                                            >She regards you fondly as you lay next to her in the bed, an arm clasped around her barrel that gently beckoned her to join you under the covers, and soon, in slumber.

                                            >She wore a wide, trembling smile that you couldn't quite place, but that melted your heart all the same.

                                            >And then, she briefly turns towards the last remaining light source in the home.

                                            >"I pray to you again, O goddess above," she murmurs, gently rubbing her lower belly, "That I may finally carry the proof of his love."

                                            >With those final words, she takes a brief breath.

                                            >And with a shaky exhale, she blew out the candle.