"Thanks for the tip, Zecora! Love what you're doing with your mane!" Lavish Season smiled at Zecora as she picked up her recent purchases from the apothecary, placing them in a satchel over her flanks.

"And many thanks to you, your mane is quite wonderful too." Zecora couldn't help but beam at the compliment, she'd been growing out her mane for a good while now, and it was lovely to see that ponies were taking notice. Equestrian culture had been... difficult for her to fully acclimate to, but along the way she'd decided that she wished to look a little more like the usual pony.

And it was certainly yielding results! She turned to leave, giving Lavish a wave and a lasting rhyme. "Tell me when you next have tiger wisps in stock, the aroma is quite pleasant in my cauldron and wok."

"Will do, Zecora! Thanks again!" With that, Zecora opened the door—bell ringing—and stepped out to greet the Ponyville day once more. Tiger wisps had been the only thing that Lavish hadn't had with her that day, and it really was quite a shame, as they were a lovely accompaniment to many of Zecora's favourite cooked dishes. Still, what she'd managed to pick up were enough for both her work and leisure.

She considered the contents of the bag, the treats she'd managed to pick up and what she'd be able to create with them. It was an exciting thought to say the least, and she couldn't help but hurry her pace a little as she walked through town. Zecora had decided that she'd earned a day of self-pampering after all the hard work that she did, that she ought to have a chance to truly enjoy herself if only for the evening.

It was part of the reason she'd gone for a change in looks, honestly speaking. It wasn't lost on Zecora that she'd spent much of her adult life alone in pursuit of knowledge and wisdom, but even now that she had friends, that ponies accepted her, there was something that was all too often absent from her life, something she hadn't experienced in a very long time and missed dearly.

The touch of a lover.

She saw it at times, usually while visiting Ponyville. She'd see lovebirds in the park, kissing or holding hooves, she'd see couples sat together outside cafes, inside restaurants. She'd feel happy for each of them, but jealous all the same. It was something she'd missed out on in her life, and while her new manestyle was certainly garnering compliments at a fast rate, perhaps turning heads, Zecora had found no luck in actually acquiring a partner.

Part of that might have been the fact that she didn't ask anypony. She had no clue how to flirt! If an exotic creature comes to you and begins to speak in rhyme, do you find that alluring, or strange? Is it sexy, or irritating? It was a point of culture for her, words of poetry brought her closer to being able to describe the natural world she so endeavoured to understand, but to others? It must have appeared as a quirk, or an attempt to sound overly unique, and for the life of her, Zecora couldn't imagine attempting to talk dirty in couplets.

What would she say? 'I've never been so shocked, that's a rather splendid cock.' She couldn't help but giggle at her own thought as she continued to walk her way through the town, imagining the face of any stallion she might say that to. By Zebrican standards she was rather alluring, and where her speech practice was still uncommon, but not unheard of, no one was particularly deterred by it. She'd never had trouble finding a lay when she lived in Zebrica.

But times had changed, and it was beginning to dawn on her that it had been a long, long time since she'd even kissed another pony. Years, easily. Perhaps she could try being the silent, mysterious type, but how was that conducive to building a rapport with another pony? No, the intricacies of dating another pony were almost completely lost on her, so she continued to muse over it rather than dip her hoof in the unsettling pool of potential rejections and odd looks.

After all, she'd already compromised her traditional look for the purpose of attraction. She wouldn't alter her speech only to accommodate a potential partner. If it ever got to the point where she even considered that, she wouldn't feel as if she was herself anymore, and then what would the point be? Useless gratification that she had to sacrifice distinct elements of herself for? It would be living a lie.

Perhaps she needed more confidence, to work out how to bring the best features of who she was to another and use them to her advantage. It was a thought for later, definitely. Spending too long considering these conundrums always left her mind spinning, and right now, she only wished to relax. Zecora had a significant walk ahead of her, and she wanted to spend it excited for the rest of the day, not bellyaching over what might or might not be in future.

Sometimes it was difficult to get enthused when one was treading the same path they had for years now. Zecora recognised everything about the route she took, from the shapes of the trees to the curves of the grass and the contours of the earth. It was all as picturesque as it was monotonous. Would it hurt the Everfree to change just a little? She took this path because she knew it was safe, never any timberwolves or other dangerous creatures to speak of, but in the confines of her mind, she imagined simply diverting, taking a scenic route and seeing what the big, dangerous forest had to offer her.

She was so damn bored. She'd do almost anything for a thrill right now, even if it was only a transient thing. With a flick of her mane she picked up her pace, eyeing an unbeaten dirt path to the left, her hoof hesitating as she considered taking a step, and then faltering at the last moment. She was bereft of entertainment, sure, but she wasn't entirely sure she was in the mood to risk her life over it.

Back on the usual walk, she began to think about what simple things she could do to make this day the best she could. She'd already concluded that it would be a day of enjoyment, of self-satisfaction, but how could she go about it? Her mind drifted to the contents of her saddlebags once more, ingredients for various potions and brews, a few for her food. A meal for one as usual, but was that such an issue?

Zecora was determined to enjoy her own company tonight. She could find a way, no doubt. She'd managed for long enough before today, and now that she was beginning to truly realise just what it was that she was so sorely lacking, the cogs were beginning to turn. The fun she was searching for, it would all come in a release that she hadn't experienced in a good deal of time, one that would be overwhelming in its strength, that would tire and invigorate her all at once.

After all, how could another love her body if she couldn't do so herself? She'd admire and appreciate herself for a night, perhaps it would give her the conviction she needed to pursue another. Zecora was a resourceful zebra, able to create a plethora of magical concoctions for maladies and woes alike, but she was just as adept in enhancements, things that heightened experiences and awakened the senses.

Her home was in the foreground, she could see her hut only a short walk away, and at once her mind was working overtime. She was in the midst of a mental stock count, considering just what she had the stores to make, what she had the time and determination to bring about, what would suffice to help treat her own ailment, a long, long time without a sweeping, powerful orgasm.

Still, there was no need to rush things. She'd take her time in preparing, in making this the best experience she possibly could for herself, and only when all was prepared would she finally allow herself to indulge.

Not that that fact made her any more patient, or that a sultry grin didn't cling to her lips as she took the last few steps up to her front door, tail swaying and ears flicking with anticipation. She opened the door and deposited the contents of her saddlebags on a table soon after, scrutinising each of them and considering how she might use them to further her depraved goals.

Cat's whisker and three roots of ginger, petunia petals and red lentils, horn of ram and a bowl of yams... It was no coincidence that every second item Zecora ordered rhymed with the first, it was the only way she could ask for anything. There were a couple of other oddities present, and at once Zecora was preparing her cauldron, cleaning it out and readying it for the next brew she'd cook up.

Her brain told her that she should get her work out of the way first, create the potions of pest control the apple family had asked for to lure away the critters eating their produce, but Zecora didn't care about her work right then, it would still be there tomorrow. That decided, she placed the ingredients for tomorrow's brew in the pantry and began to pull out items she hadn't touched in many moons, ones with which she might alter her thought pattern, her state of being, even the shape of her body.

It was an odd thought, considering changing yourself in such an immense way, but Zecora thought she might enjoy it. She'd be lying if she said that she didn't at times envy the slender, curvy bodies of pony mares, while she herself had the frame more befitting a smaller stallion, though it was feminine by zebra standards. With a little thought and some careful measuring, she began to go about creating a potion that would give her such an aesthetic for as long as she liked.

It was almost exciting to consider, that once she was done, she'd resemble a pony in all ways excepting the stripes of her coat or the colour of her mane, the rings that she wore and the... other addition she had to her appearance, one not many ponies knew about, one that she'd always found delightfully sexy and wished she could share with others.

Perhaps if she was satisfied with the results of her little experiment tonight, she'd find herself sharing sooner than she anticipated. The thought of showing off her body to some of the town's residents was just getting her more riled up, and she could barely wait for her brewing to be done. She mixed with an energy to her motions, her tail flouncing and her eyes closed as she hummed away in a blissful solitude, knowing the room would soon be filled with magic.

It wasn't long until the potion was finished, and she eyed the inside of the cauldron to see her results. The liquid on the inside was a hot, strawberry pink, looking delectable to the eye and begging to be tasted. Zecora didn't waste time in taking a liberal ladle's worth and placing it in a stone cup, placing it to her lips and having a sip.

The effects weren't instantaneous, though she didn't expect them to be. She emptied out the rest of the cauldron, taking small sips along the way—the scent of berries and sandalwood in the air—and began work on the next item that would be of use in her spiritual journey, her oh so needed eclipse of sensation.

Potions were brewed in short order, incense and candles were lit, and the place was made into an idyllic paradise of smell and sight that rivalled only things Zecora could dream of—it was almost perfection. The potion was beginning to take effect, her body was feeling lighter, smoother, and while she knew it was happening at a rapid pace now, she neglected to look in the mirror just yet, wishing to admire the finished result.

With a thinner, more dainty foreleg, she reached out for the second potion she had made, placing it on the nightstand before moving back and working on the third. The third was a simple aphrodisiac made of ingredients common to the Everfree, one that would infect Zecora's mind and make her think of only all the sex that she could be having right then.

Once it was prepared, she placed a lid on it, waiting for it to grow in intensity. It was now that her body had finally finished adjusting to the first brew she'd sipped, and she moved to the mirror to marvel at her new body.

She looked much like a small, barely adult filly now, much similar to how she'd looked in her teenage years. Her body was tight, nubile and curvy, and the biggest asset on her by far was her hips, along with her rounded hind quarters. She flashed a wink at the mirror, beautiful, shimmering blue eyes looking back, and noticed that even her lashes had grown to be more like those of a pony mare.

There was no question that she was beautiful, and even now she looked different, unique in her colours and dress, a zebra with the body of a pony that would surely capture the attention of any mare or stallion that might cross paths with her.

Yes, she liked this change rather a lot, in fact. Maybe even enough that she'd be willing to keep it for a good while. Still, there was something else she wanted to check.

She turned around, biting at her lip as she twisted her head back to get a good view. There in the mirror, between the cheeks of her splendid ass, she could see that she'd traded out her previously darker folds for a pretty, pink little pony pussy. She almost immediately wondered if her new size had made her any tighter.

If that was the case, she was going to have a hard time using her usual toys... not that she minded that so much. Closer inspection revealed to her that she'd still retained her favourite thing about that part of her, a small golden clit ring that matched the ones on her neck and legs, shiny and inviting and just asking to be rubbed at. Looking at herself was almost like looking at another pony entirely right then, and Zecora could feel herself beginning to grow slick just from the thought of being fucked like this, of how easily a stallion could bend her over and break her with such a small and easy to abuse body.

The aphrodisiac's vapours were beginning to waft from the closed lid, slowly filling the room in a thick, permeable mist that flooded Zecora's vision as she inhaled it, one fluttering breath at a time. The sight of her pussy was beginning to appear more inviting with each passing second, but she'd ignore it for now, she still had a little more preparing to do.

She laid out a new sheet on her bed, making sure to pick something light. The bed almost felt too big for her now, but that only made it more appealing, in a sense. Once she was finished making the bed, she took a box from her drawer, pushing it to the side of her bed with her muzzle and placing it in hoof's reach. Last step was grabbing the vinegar from earlier and beginning to peel it, one layer at a time.

What she would do with it was something she hadn't attempted in many years, but she remembered just how good it had felt. A single piece of ginger applied to the sphincter was both painful and pleasurable at once, it was a feeling that was almost unparalleled. She had fond memories of its use with an old partner, how he'd fill her as her body trembled and quaked in anticipation. Now that the mist was enveloping the room fully, those thoughts only stuck firmer in her mind.

She let out a girlish giggle, and was surprised by how much lighter her voice sounded, as if her accent had become less thick. She tried to speak, pronouncing syllables, and her native accent was definitely still there, only somewhat higher than before, less booming or heavy. Zecora decided that she quite liked the change, it fit her new physique like a charm.

"Though the change is quite alarming, my voice is sweet and charming..." There was that light giggle again, like something out of a dream, and Zecora began to feel herself being carried away by fantasies and imaginings so vastly discordant to her usual thoughts, though she only enjoyed them that much more for their rarity.

She was a mare about to put on a show, she was a high-class prostitute, she was a girlfriend about to treat her stallion to a treat, she was a sexy single pony that wanted to look good, feel good. She could be anything right now, anything at all, and her body would gladly accommodate. It'd been a while since she'd dressed up at all, but she was beginning to grow tempted, and after a moment's thought, she moved to open the box she'd dragged out earlier, a small amount of hurry to her movements.

There she dug through the contents before finding what she was looking for, a pack of four long, black stockings, each of them clean and ready for use. It'd been a long time since she'd had any occasions to wear the thick, elasticated things, but now that she looked at them, looked back at herself in the mirror, she could think of no better time to try them on once more.

It was only when she'd dug them out that she remembered how much of a struggle it was to put them on! She laboured over the first of her forelegs for a good minute before finally managing to pull the tight thing up, even if she'd lost her grip halfway and almost slapped herself in the face the first time. Not her most graceful moment, definitely, but she was slowly getting the hang of it with the second, even if she found she had even less grip once she was already wearing one.

Is this what sexy was? Discomfort and falling around trying to get dressed? Once she'd finally managed to put the second stocking on, she gave herself a quick look in the mirror. Okay, fine, they did look pretty great.

Now to do the hind legs. Zecora had been thinking about how she might accomplish this, and eventually concluded that she'd have to be laying back on her bed, that she'd need that angle to pull them up properly. She stretched one of her long legs out, exposing her already slick folds to the misty air as she attempted to pull on the third stocking. It took a little while, but it was less of a hassle than the first two, especially as she was able to incorporate her teeth. She'd always impressed herself with how flexible she was, and in this body, that feeling was only heightened.

The fourth went on without issue, and before long she was laid there in soft, plush lingerie, potion still laid on her nightstand and a box full of toys beside her. Something in the back of her mind reminded her that she'd planned to eat before doing this, and she told that part of her to be quiet. She wasn't hungry right now—not for food, at least.

The feeling of the fabric was smooth against her fur as she glided a hoof over her chest, revelling in the sensation and acclimating to the newfound warmth of her hut. Everything was in its proper place, she was fully relaxed, and with that knowledge eager to explore herself for what felt like the first time in ever. With this body, it might as well have been.

Her fur was softer, fluffier than usual, and she didn't escape that fact as she continued to push her hoof through, drifting down to her belly before reversing the direction and working her way up to her neck. She had no interest in rushing, she wished to truly indulge in every moment of the process and bring herself to a culmination she wouldn't forget for weeks after.

Her tail, neatly tied at the base, thudded once as her body began to come to life beneath her, and with wandering eyes she watched her every motion as she began to rub rings around her chest, pushing her hoof further down and feeling the cold metal on her foreleg interact with her chest. She loved dual sensations, hot and cold, discomfort and relief, fast and slow, and as time went on she worked to incorporate as many contrasting feelings into her self-play as she possibly could.

The smoke around the room was infecting her, her thoughts drifting to the many phallic objects residing in her little treasure trove, which ones she would use to satiate her desires tonight, but she knew she couldn't skip to the main course just yet. Her pussy was beginning to ache with need already, tempting her to slip a hoof past her belly and say hello already, but still she held back if only to bring herself to the point where she'd no longer be able to refuse, to ignore the growing fire in her belly.

One hoof on her chest, another rubbing around her belly, and she could feel a shudder working its way from her crotch to her withers, her clit so sensitive that it felt as if she was being stimulated merely by the thought of being touched, the tease alone doing a good portion of her work. She knew it was the strength of the potion that poured out of the cauldron, the one that made her sigh and huff and pant when she had no reason to, that made her imagine having a long, thick cock to fill her right then as if it was the apex of all thought—it was the burn she felt in her nethers that blotted out reason and rationality, a raw, rambunctious need to ravish herself taking hold.

And it wouldn't relinquish her senses until the need was quelled, it had taken her hostage and had no inclination to compromise or listen, only wishing for the execution of its most base and primal wants. It travelled into her nerves and synapses and made them tremble with salacity, it gripped her and forced her hooves to continue to move, to make her huff faster, to moan in such succulent tones, to give away her control and entrust it to the rhythm of her body and the beat of her heart, an internal drum that pounded with an ever emerging enthusiasm.

And all the while her pussy continued to ache, it continued to beseech her to give it some loving attention, to fill it, to fuck it senseless, to do things that she'd think about on the coldest and loneliest of nights, to do them in earnest and not let up until she was without breath to spare and the bed sheets were completely sodden with her essence.

She was already dripping, which shocked her a little. What was more was how sensitive she felt right then, how each brush against her skin was like electricity dancing through the aether of her being, the impossible meeting of external elements of stimuli that defied reason or understanding with the simplest of familiar touches that ignited and doused her all at once.

Fuck she felt good, and she hadn't even gotten to the second phase yet. Those toys were still whispering in her ear, inviting her to take one, but she had to deny herself for a little longer, while she knew she still could. Her body was sweating, her ears pushed back and her tail flicking from side to side, her legs were raised and her hips in motion, and one of her forehooves was moving much closer to that sweet honey prize she'd neglected for so long.

Would it hurt to just give it a little attention? Temptation beat her in the end, and she sucked her breath in hard as the first touch shot through her like a tumultuous storm, branding sordidness on her mind and bringing about her own personal euphoria. Her pussy was so slippery and wet, so easy to glide over, to rub and manipulate with her barely clothed hoof, the sensation riotous and hitting her repeatedly like a rain's ceaseless pour.

She rubbed faster through no command of her own, her body was in control now and knew just what she wanted, how to evoke the feelings she so needed, and expertly she manipulated her pussy with one hoof, spreading her cheeks and beginning to tease her asshole with the other. She'd always been of the mind that both holes were for using and pleasing, but she had plans for her ass that didn't involve a toy, but an alchemical alteration that would only bring her further to her goal of endless relief.

Of the three ginger roots she'd bought earlier, she'd only peeled one, and that one laid on her nightstand, waiting to find its use. It was difficult for her to tear her hooves away from her body that demanded to be touched without interruption—it screamed out in protest when she took them away, but she left it with a single flick of her clit that pushed unfiltered pleasure through her—a bass note that faded into a pleasant hum—promising that she'd be back soon.

She took the peeled ginger in hoof with difficulty, once again the stockings were a hamper. Once she had a firm grasp on it, she laid back, angling the peeled piece and considering just how willing she was to take the next step. She knew it would hurt at first, that it would feel uncomfortable, but she had fond memories of just how good it grew to become soon after. Those thoughts won out in the end, and with a small measure of trepidation, Zecora worked on placing the ginger inside her.

She angled it with her tight asshole, tickling at the edge and attempting to stretch it by pulling at her cheeks with a hoof, pushing her legs as far apart as they could go, and eventually the opening responded, allowing her to push the ginger a tiny bit of the way in.

Fuck, the effects were instantaneous. Suddenly, the fire that had plagued her body before was replaced with a much more literal one, and it took all of her resilience to not pull the ginger out, to not scream. Shaking her head, determined, she pushed it a little further, and the pain only intensified, the spice of the root intense against her and causing her to twitch and shake all over.

And yet through it all, there was another sensation, one that felt as if it cooled around her at the same time, one that mixed so delightfully with the mist filling the room to create another burst of horniness that won Zecora over. The further she pushed the ginger, the more her body began to wake up to its sexual properties, those that made that ache into an instinctual longing to have her pussy filled, to get off already. It was this that she'd been looking for, and with it she could ignore the pain, even appreciate it as just another part of the orgasm that was slowly building inside her from situation alone, restricted by her lack of stimulation.

She went back to flicking her clit almost instantly, playing with the ring and again feeling the coolness of its metal interact with the most sensitive part of her body. She cried out—there was no one to hear if she did, no one to complain—gripping and soon biting at a hoof as she began to work her pink nub faster, her breath coming in flighty gasps but leaving in droves, her mane all over the bed as she repeatedly threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut and only opening for her to again run her eyes over her body.

To put it quite simply, it was incredible.

Zecora got a little adventurous, clenching the muscles of her ass and allowing the ginger to press closer against her sphincter, only causing the pain to once again rush through her nervous system and wrack her brain with desire. She was almost through with playing, she was sure, but the acts of denial were growing increasingly enjoyable the more she began to hate them, it was an odd contrast that she didn't have enough brainpower to consider, not while all she could think about was getting rutted until she could no longer stand, at least.

She was rubbing at herself intensely, the world drifting away and being replaced with a place of only moans, quivers, and shudders, a land where there was only hot and cold, 'mmh' and 'ahh!', a sexy little zebra and her frantically moving hoof. With the thoughts of a million fucks flashing in her mind, she pushed herself over the edge, cumming in a large, powerful squirting motion that shot over the bed and rocked her throughout.

Her pussy clenched from the feeling, her eyes glazed with fresh tears from the strength of it as she kicked her legs high and rode it out, wishing for it to never dissipate. It came in waves that crashed against the surface of her stomach and forced themselves out as shots of passion that stained her sheets and obscured her vision, but she wasn't done yet.

Panting, weak and barely able to move following the manic thrashing and shouts of unimaginable bliss, she feebly rolled over to take the final potion in hoof, holding it to her mouth and taking a small sip of its contents.

Instantly she felt rejuvenated, her body regaining its past energy and her pants almost ceasing altogether. She was completely invigorated and what had a moment ago felt like the perfect moment to fall asleep in a puddle of her own juices now felt like the best time for action.

And she knew that she was finally ready for the main event, the part she'd been looking forward to ever since she took out her box, once familiar but now in shameful disuse. Time to remedy that with some wonderful, liberal indulgence.

She looked inside, studying each of the molds she'd collected over the years, and in a moment of nostalgia, pulled out a zebra shaped one. The last time she'd had a cock like this, she'd been roughly the size she was now, so it would only feel more right, more fitting.

...well, if it did indeed fit. She went to work making it wet soon enough, taking it to her lips and giving it a small kiss before licking at it from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the head and taking a portion in her mouth. The action felt incredibly erotic in and of itself, what with the size and shape being so accurate, so reminiscent of the real thing. Zecora half expected to hear a masculine groan of enjoyment as she flicked her tongue at the bottom of the head, but no such sound came, not that it deterred her from repeating the action.

She had to keep her blowjob skills sharp, after all. As things were now, it was definitely only a matter of time until she pulled a stallion into her bed. That said, perhaps part of the reason that she was putting it off was that she was slightly intimidated by its size, and it wasn't even the largest in her box. She'd have to work up the courage eventually, she knew, and if anything, the fear only made her want it more. If she could do everything else she had up until now, then taking that cock inside her wouldn't just be amazing, it would be easier than she could ever realise.

That still didn't prevent her from continuing with her ministrations, licking and sucking and dragging her bottom lip up the shaft before softly making out with the tip. She only wished it was as warm as a stallion's cock, that it had the same scent.

She was realising with each tender kiss and dragging lick against it just how much she missed pleasuring another, and began to wonder if there were many if any mares that could bring innovation like the type she was currently experiencing to the bedroom. A couple of unicorns, maybe, but they would be rare at best, while she was something entirely dissimilar, an expert in matters of the body that could turn any stallion's night into a living dream.

Her confidence was growing with her actions, and more and more she began to think back to earlier, to when she had told herself that she would find it so difficult to find a mate. How could she? Even her usual body was thick and curvy, and right now she was so petite and adorable, who wouldn't want to give her plot a slap, a taste, a good pounding?

Once the mold was nice and wet, she began to pull it down her body, feeling its contours against her stomach as she imagined feeling the same on the other side, wondering just how far she could push it inside before it filled her completely. She'd begun to miss the sensation of having anything in there, she knew she must have grown tighter in the time it had been, so what was the hurt in stretching herself out a little?

Of course, this was why she didn't proceed with the largest option first, that'd be a mistake even with how adventurous she was currently being.

In a moment of last second genius, Zecora began to rub the tip over the juices she'd spilt over her bed, taking it to her lips to taste. Once she'd had a good reminder of her natural flavour, she moved it back down to her lips, pushing its head between them and beginning to rub up and down. She didn't penetrate yet, looking to tease herself, and her body only shook and wordlessly cried and commanded her to stop teasing and let her be fucked already.

Of course, she didn't listen. She began to rub at her clit with a free hoof once more as she moved the cock up and down her folds, occasionally pushing just the tip the tiniest bit of the way in before retracting. Even then she met resistance, even from the smallest level of entry did she gasp and flinch and contract her muscles hard. It was a wonder just how tight she was, but with another push, she was determined to push past her own barrier and gain entry.

Gritting her teeth, being sure to follow through with her movement and not give up at the first feeling of discomfort, she pushed until the entirety of the tip was inside her, flooding her body with zaps that fired off in endless shifting patterns, trading the previous difficulty for ease. It felt so good, it felt so right, and all she knew was that she wanted more, right then, right now.

So she persevered through the thought that she should pull it out, through the pressure on her insides, through the tightness of her walls grasping at it as she began to force the cock further in. It was incredibly smooth with no friction to speak of, lightly ribbed around the medial ring, which was currently still outside of her. She had to seriously work up some courage to push any further, knowing that the next part would be incredibly filling, but with a lot of effort, she managed to stretch herself out just enough to take two thirds of the rubbery appendage and no more.

It was still thoroughly wet, Zecora's pussy being sure to prevent it from being anything but, and when she began to pull it back, the satisfaction from earlier came back in force, only being amplified from each push, each jolt of her hind legs. How she'd managed to go so long without a night of this magnificence utterly eluded her, it felt as if she'd been forgetting her own body in the midst of her work, of all she did for everyone else.

Every day she was helping others, dispensing wisdom and creating elixirs to assist and bolster, now it was time for her to focus on herself. Was it so selfish to take this time to feel sexy, to feel confident, to remind herself of some of the best experiences of her life? She thought back to times when she'd been regularly fucked by a male zebra from a neighbouring tribe. He was hung and had plenty of stamina, could go for a long time, and most importantly, he loved to take control of her.

If there was something Zecora particularly enjoyed, it was leaving her fate in the hooves of another. That was part of why she used the mist, the ginger, the toy, she wanted to feel as if there were other factors taking control of the situation, she wanted to be awash with them and let them carry her wherever they desired, knowing that their wants and hers would soon and often intersect.

And so it was that she neglected to think, letting her hoof guide her as she began to work the toy in and out of her that much faster. It wasn't so much that she couldn't handle it just yet, but it was definitely getting to the point where she might need to slow down, to take a breath, to consider her actions and reassure herself that she wasn't going too quickly, exercising too little in the way of caution.

Fuck that, let's go faster. She picked up the pace once more, half moving the toy, half grinding against it as the ginger in her ass once again caused flames to billow through her, her mane now a mess, her entire body sweating and writhing, her eyes only focussed on her tight entrance and the way that the cock managed to fill her until it almost seemed to bulge in her belly.

It wasn't long until she took the ginger out after that, sighing with relief as she rolled around in place, getting used to the lack of it. It wasn't that it was hurting too much, it was that she wanted to free up the hole for other use. She went back to her box, producing a second mold, this one longer and a little thicker than the first. Part of her said to put it back, but by now she was becoming quite terrible at listening to the reasonable side of her brain.

It wasn't for her ass, but the one in her pussy certainly was. First of all, she'd need to make the new member wet, coat it in her saliva and get it ready for entry. She grabbed a bottle of lubricant from the box also, rubbing it over her ass cheeks until they glistened and shone, then placing a healthy amount between the cheeks and producing a breathy exhale at the coolness of the liquid.

She could have just lubed up the stallion part, too, but there was something special about this one. Not only was it the largest in her collection, it was always how she'd imagined Big Macintosh appeared down below, and with how she'd always found the stallion so attractive, it was extremely pleasurable to imagine him being the one to plow her.

It was a shame they'd never really spoken, only briefly when she helped Apple Bloom with her potions, but she'd always liked to imagine that he looked at her a little longer than necessary, that when he said more than a few words around her, it was because he particularly enjoyed her presence. It might have been wishful thinking, true, but he truly was a hunk of a stallion, and more than suitable for her to anchor her thoughts to in the moment, as he had been many times before.

Maybe now, now that she looked the way she did, she'd have a chance with him. Zecora had no clue if he had eyes for another mare, or if he was taken, but she could only hope that he was single, that she'd get a chance to rock his world at some point, like she had imagined doing so many times in the past. Of course, if that was the case, she'd be riding him with her firm ass bouncing, something she couldn't exactly do with this toy, unfortunately, so she continued to lay missionary and manipulate the zebra cock with one hoof as she moved the other to her lips.

She was more loving with the preparation of this one, really taking her time and drawing it out. This would be the cock she came around, the one she swore and screamed for, and she knew it. She'd warmed herself up with something smaller, now it was time to bust out the best she had. She took it in her mouth with a practiced, experienced sluttiness that was once rare for her, but was surfacing with more ease the further she went, encouraging her to push deeper and find her own limit, surpass it.

She took more and more of it into her throat, her eyes closed as she envisioned the gasps and pants and thrusts of the pony above her, the one that would be so desperate to finish in her mouth right there and then as she skillfully sucked and slurped at it with no signs of stopping. When it was completely caked in her spittle from one end to the other, she finally withdrew it, along with the zebra cock from before, which she took out with a gasping ache and a sudden feeling of emptiness.

It wasn't long until she was replacing it. The new cock wasn't that much wider to look at, but on the inside it felt incredible, it stretched her walls to their limits and was so difficult to push inside, but the challenge only made it that much more rewarding as she persevered. She squeezed her legs tight, wishing to feel each inch of it slip into her eager hole, and with one motion after the other she finally got to the point where half of its length resided inside of her, more than enough to almost completely fill her.

It was only when she started to move it that her body went into complete overdrive. It stimulated her much more than the last, and it wasn't long until she completely forgot about her hut, the bed, the rubber. She was living her fantasy, she was a naughty little slut being punished by a stallion with a thick cock that didn't take no for answer and wouldn't stop until he'd filled her insides with his seed.

She wasn't thinking clearly anymore, and she knew it. The aphrodisiac had infected her mind, made her a cock hungry degenerate, but how could she care in this moment when all she wanted was to be fucked until she was limping? She took the second, zebra-like cock and pushed it into her still sensitive ass, the strength of the feeling enough to draw a silent scream from her as she adjusted to the feeling of two inside her at once.

It was only when she began to work them together in tandem that she truly realised just how closely she was pushing her body to its limits. There was an orgasm building inside of her again, much stronger than the last, a climax that wanted so desperately to be allowed release, that grew with each motion of her hooves, each push of the dildoes into her gaping holes...

Her hooves were on autopilot now, the bed sheets beneath her a mess of her own juices and lube as she continued to thrust and fuck her way to paradise, her heart pounding in her chest and her stomach twisting in knots as it was assaulted by the largest cock to ever greet her insides, everything going black and dotting with multiple hues as she squeezed her eyes so tightly shut that she wondered if she'd ever be able to open them again.

Her fetlocks were going numb, her hooves were incredibly tired, pins and needles shooting through her hind legs from how they were suspended in the air, but she couldn't stop now, not when she was so close. She only persevered through all of it, speeding up until a fervour gripped her fully, forgetting her own limitations and focussing only on the constant chase of the explosion she deserved.

She was pushing the larger cock so deep into her pussy that the medial ring rubbed against her g-spot, it felt insanely good and she didn't want to stop for anything, not even to breathe. She let go of the cock in her ass, leaving it firmly embedded, and one more time, she went to grab the ginger that she'd used earlier on.

This was something she'd never tried before, but in the moment, she was willing to do anything to get her off. She continued to work the cock in and out of her, paying especial attention to her g-spot as she brought the ginger to her pierced clit, softly rubbing against it and gasping and throwing herself forwards all at once as she felt the static shock of sensation rush through her in an instant.

It pushed her so much closer to what she sought, and once the pain had left her, she repeated the process, growing more bold with each brush until she was decisively rubbing it into her pussy, her other hoof working so quickly and a fire roaring inside as her entire body began to clench...

And all at once, the world became an entirely different place. Lighter, more picturesque, more exhausting. She came in a steady dribble that seeped from her pussy, feeling the length inside her more and more each time the muscles contracted, wishing that it wasn't yet over despite being so satisfied that it was.

It took her at least twenty seconds to get over the throb and ebb of her insides as every last drop of marecum was drained from her, as her body heaved and her tail bounced, as she slowly, tiredly pulled the mold from inside of her and set it down with a barely stable hoof. Her pussy pulsed madly on the inside, her clit still tingling even after she'd taken the ginger away, and with one final breath of total relief, she laid her head back on her pillow, and it felt as if the world had finally slipped away, only for her to fall into a bed of roses.

The bottle still laid beside her on the bedside table. She knew that all she had to do was take another sip, and she'd have the energy to go another round, to make herself cum again and again with no limit as to how many times she'd be able to keep it up.

But could she really top a climax as perfect as that one? Was it even worth trying?

Zecora laid there with a smile, considering just what she might be able to do with her new mindset, her new body, her reawakened sexual desire. Who dared she show it to first?