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"[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.