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" [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]