Zecora's Naughty Nightmare Night
The winding dirt road that led out from Ponyville was a path that few took alone. It was not for sake of fear, necessarily, but more of the foreboding destination that the path led to. The uneven patching of grass and dirt and rock was the only clear road that led to Ponyville’s cemetery, the resting place of the country town’s deceased and a location that few frequented in their free time. Only the town’s hired gravekeeper, Meadow Minder, saw to the area as his job required him to. But on this Nightmare Night, only one soul could be found wandering the road to Ponyville Cemetery, and most certainly it was not Meadow’s.
Zecora peered up to Luna’s luminescent moon above her, the night sky clear of clouds to allow her stars to twinkle beside her silvery-white celestial body. Indeed, Nightmare Night was Luna’s night, and all of Ponyville sought to commemorate the evening in her honor. The spook-filled decorations had been put up, the candy piles stacked high for trick or treaters to claim, but Zecora would not be participating in the festivities on this night. Instead of frightening the younglings as was her usual entertainment, the zebra had taken on a much more serious role in the night’s events.
Looking away from the moon and to herself, Zecora again had to question if she had misspoke to Rarity of her need for a proper Nightmare Night attire than her simple shredded robes and spider-hair decorations. The fashionista had been more than happy to assist her, and Zecora had, at first, found it fitting for the holiday indeed. But now, under Luna’s light, she had to wonder just what intentions Rarity thought she had in mind. It was a witch’s attire, for sure, being made of purple and black cloth that was soft against her bare skin and fur. The long skirt of dark purple fell to her feet, covering her otherwise bare long legs, while the white silken bodice hugged her upper half.
What Zecora hadn’t exactly accounted for, she now realized, was just how naughty the costume was. The upper silk bodice was form fitting, especially on her impressive physique. It hugged her slim belly and made her prominent chest seem to be ready to burst from its confines if she took but one too many deep breaths. It was tight enough that she could see the edge of her areola peeking from the white frills. Her shoulders were bare of any other clothing, the final piece being the wide-brim witch’s hat atop Zecora’s head. Even with the cover of the skirt over her legs, the occasional breeze made her shiver; in her haste for the attire, she’d foolishly kept to Rarity’s suggestion of going ‘commando’ as she called it, meaning only the skirt was keeping her decent.
Really, the only true part of this costume that felt proper at all was the prop staff she’d acquired herself!
“Focus, young mare. The night is still young, and we must prepare.” Zecora told herself, steeling her resolve and moving forward to carry on down the path to the cemetery. Remembering her purpose pushed away the nagging thoughts of her somewhat risque attire. Listening through the grapevine of Ponyville’s gossipping ponies, there had been many a whisper of spirits becoming present and restless from the cemetery, wanderers who came near the path leading to it speaking of sudden sensations of doom and dreariness that made them turn tail and flee back to town. Zecora would dismiss such ideas as fanciful imaginings, but the timing being so close to Nightmare Night warranted an investigation on the evening to inspect the spirits themselves.
Zecora didn’t fear the idea of interacting with the undead or with ponies whose time on this world had ended; it was a regular occurance in her own homelands to speak with and seek counsel with the spirits of past lives through a seer or any spiritually-inclined tribespony. It was why she bore no issue in going to Ponyville Cemetery alone; she would only need to fear if there was true malicious intent among the tombstones, a feeling she’d yet to come across as she neared the metal gates.
With one final glance over her bare shoulder, the shaman regarded the empty path a final time before trudging through the gates, giving no heed to the stiff wind that blew by and ruffled her hat and skirt.
“Ancient ones of spirit and bone, I beckon to you on this night alone! Come forward with your grief, let Zecora make your sorrow brief!”
The calling chant by the zebra carried itself through the many rows of tombstones that dotted the landscape, over the small hills that rose and fell throughout the area. The moonlight from above offered plenty of light to see in the graveyard, eliminating Zecora’s worry of need for a lantern. With nary an answer save but the wind at her bare back, Zecora began to believe her suspicions had been for naught. The usual means to summon a spirit forward, being a circle of herbs and minerals to give the spirit a platform to speak from, had beckoned nopony forward. The zebra had at first pondered if she was merely in the wrong spot, and repeated her attempted summons twice more further in, but to no avail.
Frustration tugged at Zecora’s mind as she gripped her staff tighter, raising her head higher and calling out in a louder tone.
“If anypony of spirit need speak, speak now! For all else this night, let all be calm. If peace is what you seek, I will for you endow!” Silence answered her back, and Zecora lowered her staff and sighed. “Perhaps it was all for naught but play; a folly upon me from the ponies of the day.”
“Don’t go selling yourself short, miss. We can hear you plenty fine.”
“I thank you, but —” Zecora started to answer, only to pause and turn her head. Floating over a nearby tombstone, she could see the very sort of spirit she hoped to come across on this haunting evening. The ethereal stallion looked to lean against the tombstone behind him, though she could tell he was in fact floating as his feet would dip between being above ground and below it as if the grass were not there at all. “...do my eyes deceive? Or is that a ghost I witness on this eve?”
“There’s no illusion here, ma’am. Though we didn’t expect a zebra to wander our way out on this Nightmare Night.” the spirit answered. He had few discerning features about him, given his state, but she could make out short hair that framed his face on either side, and blue eyes that peered back at her. He was bare of any clothing, but few spirits could manifest such attires without exhausting themselves. “Why have you come out here? And why haven’t you run off yet like all the rest?”
“I am not one to shy away from the spirits, good sir. I am Zecora, for you to refer.” She answered him, taking a step closer. The glow emanating from his form cast eerie lights about the tombstones, shadows weaving as he moved about. “I’ve come to quell any grief that befalls this place, so all may rest alive or dead, in either case.”
“I see...it’s been a long time since I’ve heard anypony actually come to care for us. Aside from that Meadows fella, of course. My name’s Lumber Strike. I used to help with maintaining the forest, until that big prick Tirek came along. He didn’t even want my magic; he flat stomped me into the ground.” Lumber told her, “You’ll have to forgive us for being restless, ma’am. Nightmare Night’s always a bit of trouble for us to keep still.”
“On such a spook-filled eve, such trouble is expected, I perceive. Has somepony caused quarrel with you, or is it another cause whose debt is due?” Zecora questioned.
“It’s nothing that complicated. Trust me, the worst that comes our way is some drunken party-pony bumping into a tombstone or a bunch of teens trying to run through here on a dare. They never learn from the horror films.” Lumber answered her, “No, we’re just...restless, Zecora. Real restless.”
“Pray tell what gives you unease? What disturbs the dead and their peace?” Zecora asked. Lumber only looked out to the spread of tombstones to his side, Zecora following his gaze to watch as several other ponies rose from their resting spots to regard the two. They bore differing heights and builds, some thin and lanky while others were large and rounded.
“Nightmare Night’s the night all things spooky get their due attention. With Luna’s return, we imagined that we’d get much of the same ourselves, a return to old traditions of tributes and thoughtful wishes. Instead? Everypony stays in town, making their fun there and leaving us out in the cold.” One of the larger ones spoke, his voice sounding wizened beyond Lumber’s own. Zecora guessed he had been there longer than the first spirit.
“Not that we feel the cold. It’s just a figure of speech.” Another told her, “Why does everypony get to have fun except for us? We might be dead, but we’re not gone!”
“I see. So the issue is not of threatening harm, but one of want for attention,” Zecora summarized, “and you and these spirits desire such things, to lessen your tension?”
“You got it, miss.” Lumber replied. “If you’ve got a way to help us, trust me, we’re all ears.” A pair of said ears flew by and over Lumber’s head, making him sigh and roll his eyes. “Not funny!”
The busty zebra folded her arms over her sizeable chest and rubbed her chin with her fingers. The answer to aid these spirits was not as forthcoming as she’d hoped. The plight was easy to understand, as they just wanted to have somepony give them attention and due respect, if only just for the night. But to get all of Ponyville on board for such a thing in such short time, would be nigh impossible at this hour; were she to leave it be, the spirits could become even further restless, risking the chance of turning them into phantasms that would bring harm to the innocent souls in town.
Looking aside, Zecora’s eyes caught the looks of several of the spirits — all males, she realized — at herself. While she knew it was from being their sole guest in the graveyard, she could see that their gazes were not centered on just her, but rather the way her figure was being displayed by her costume. She could not see if color rose in their cheeks, with them being ethereal as they were. But she could follow how several sets of eyes would shift and move in tandem with the way her bosom bounced as she breathed in a deep breath before sighing.
Color rose in her cheeks, but Zecora found her interest piqued. If she could offer a solution for the troubled spirits herself, she had an obligation to see it fulfilled. It was, of course, a risky idea to offer it so brazenly. But with how long it’d been since she’d brought a stallion home to her hut, and so many willing and needing spirits seeking attention, maybe this could work for them all?
“I find myself coming to a solution, if you would hear of it, dear Lumber.” She spoke, getting the spirit before her to tilt his head.
“And what might that be?”
With a hefty thud, Zecora planted her staff into the soft ground, keeping the object in place before she stepped forward, closer to the young spirit. To her growing intrigue and delight, his eyes gave a brief glance down to her cleavage as she leaned forward, letting her breasts give a playful bounce. Her hand rose forward and tugged at the string that bound her silk bodice in place over her chest.
“If it’s attention you seek, then Zecora can provide. For all you spirits, I will abide.” She explained. With a tug, the string came loose, allowing her clothing to shift a little and allow a bigger peek of the darkened areola of her bare breast. “And perhaps, you and I, we can enjoy this ride? It is for you to decide, your brothers and you.”
The graveyard was silent as her offer hung in the air, Lumber casting a look over to his fellow non-living brethren who looked back to him. Zecora’s grin only grew wider at the hungry expression that several of them adopted.
“Mmph! Glrk! Mmmph!”
Zecora’s moans and grunts of effort were muffled by the ghostly cock shoving itself into her maw, her vision obscured by white masses of flesh that moved back and forth before her vision. Her witch costume had been long tossed aside, abandoned the moment the yearning spirits came upon her to take their desired toll from her flesh. It wasn’t violent intent that drove them, no; rather it was lust that claimed them each. She was more than happy to let them take hold of her to enact their wants, not only to satisfy them but for her own lusts as well.
Her new position had her on her back, her thick legs spread wide to accommodate the shaft being pounded into her drenched marehood. The spirit laying claim to her pussy, whose name she’d forgotten to call for, was a thick measure of a stallion judging from how well he was spreading her walls with his shaft. Allowing these spirits to claim her for themselves had given them the drive to make themselves more corporeal, enough to interact with her physically. As she was railed from both ends, lips slurping up and down the cock being fed into her muzzle, hands wandered over her form, squeezing her breasts, caressing her belly, leaving her awash in pleasurable bliss.
Zecora’s own hands were not left to sit idle, both having a grip on a cock offered from either side of her. She was their sex toy, their object to vent their frustrations on as they each gave grunts and moans in turn. The meat within her grasp felt like an odd mixture of hot and cold, a state only an ethereal could offer to feel. The buxom mare only stroked faster, slurping on Lumber’s cock as he held onto her head, keeping her loose black and white mane out of her face so he could watch as his balls bounced off her nose.
“Ten long years since I last felt a mare cling to me so! She’s fantastic!” The ghost at her pussy bellowed, hammering his cock harder into her depths, hands squeezing her powerful thighs tight as he hilted himself into her before pulling back in long, powerful strokes. Zecora’s eyes rolled back in response, his girth and length hitting depths she’d long desired to feel claimed. Lumber’s hands at her head tightened their grip, causing her to push further down until her face was pressed into the faded white groin of her passionate spirit.
“Hell of a solution for us, Zecora. Not gonna complain though!” Lumber declared. The air was heavy with the musk of sex emanating from the zebra, her fluids dripping down her thighs to her legs while drool fell in slow drops from her occupied muzzle, the sloppy wet blowjob only furthering Lumber’s pleasure. Letting herself be lost amidst the aura of lust surrounding them, Zecora could only moan at the unique taste of Lumber’s cock plunging itself down her throat. It was only a small discomfort to be treated so rough, but the thrill of it only made her clench harder.
She was allowed to ride such pleasures for a minute or two more before she felt heat surge from within her depths, the sensation making her comprehend that she was being blasted with ectoplasmic cum from the cock inside her pussy. The sensation was a hefty one, the stallion seeming to unload thick wads of his seed with every burst he gave. Zecora’s body locked up, and her climax rocked her buxom body while her voice was muffled by Lumber’s cock. The first ghost’s climax seemed to set off the others in turn, as splashes of the same ectoplasm substance splashed over her belly and breasts. The only way to tell where it landed was when any of the cum landed upon the stripes that dotted her figure, not that she cared.
Lumber’s climax pulsed into her throat and down into her belly, letting her drink of his ghostly essence as he emptied into her as his brethren did. It was only when the flow abated that he withdrew from her lips, leaving her to gurgle with the leftover in her muzzle before she swallowed it down. She could feel the ground beneath her as she was left to rest there for the moment, getting her breath while her hands, now free, ran along her bare form to rub the gooey cum into her fur.
“You’ve still got room for more in you, don’t you?” One spirit asked from her right. Zecora’s vision cleared from the orgasmic daze she’d been in, realizing that Lumber and the first group had been replaced with another gaggle of ghosts, each eager to take their turn with her. Their cocks were each long and throbbing in want, looking almost as thick as some of the tree roots she’d passed on the way out here.
“S-such yearning in your bodies for me. To handle you all, would bring me great glee.” She said between breaths. The cool wind of the night washed over her, the momentary chill making her crave their heat within her once again. “Please, step forward. Let your lusts be unbound. I will take every round.”
The open invitation motivated the rest to act, leaving Zecora to watch as she was repositioned. Now on her front, her rear pushed out and back, she could feel the gazes upon her swollen and cum-glazed pussy lips. Hands reached out to her, and she gasped as her breasts were grabbed and squeezed, her black nipples being tugged and toyed with as they worked her up. She responded by shaking her rear, her long tail flicking left and right with her motions as she invited them to claim her. When she felt a pair of lips latch onto her breast, she cried out in pleasure before it rose to a louder squeal as she was impaled on a ghostly cock.
Needing no instruction, Zecora went to work on riding the member now penetrating her, clenching tight around him as she worked his length in and out of her. Hearing the eerie moan beneath her only drove her lust further, before she paused as her rear was suddenly grabbed and held by two pairs of hands.
“Sorry, miss. But I’m more of an ass stallion.” A voice behind her told her. It was the only warning she had before she felt her rear suddenly be penetrated, yet there was no pain. It threw the mare off, her movements ceasing as she felt her ass only be more and more filled until the spirit had hilted within her. The sensation of being doubly filled in both holes made the busty zebra lose control of her voice, moaning aloud as the pair began to work her in tandem with the other. Her hands found purchase on the ghost’s shoulders beneath her, letting her have something to cling to as she was filled completely. Chalking it up to some sort of ethereal trick, she welcomed the double penetration as they worked her over, giving a squeal as her ass took in a slap every few thrusts by her claimers’ hands.
She wouldn’t be allowed to vocalize for too long, she found, as a cock rose before her face and brushed against her cheek. The thick, white member got her attention immediately, and she was quieted as its owner stroked it against her face before speaking. “You like it when we’re rough, don’t you, Zecora?” He asked.
“Y-yes!” She gasped out as her pussy and asshole both clenched around the cocks filling her depths to the brim.
“Then you won’t mind if I’m rough too.” He told her, making her gasp as he took hold of her long black and white locks to keep her head aloft before sliding his cock into her muzzle. Unlike Lumber, who let her go at her pace, this spirit sought a more dominant grasp of the situation. Zecora could feel his tight grip maintain itself as he pushed deeper and deeper in, his cock spearing her throat until her nose was pressed into his groin. The smack of his balls against her chin brought her back to reality for a moment before he reared back, then began to claim her throat much like his kinsman at her ass and pussy were. Zecora had completely submitted to their wills, the sensation of them using her body making her mind go blank as ecstasy overwhelmed her senses.
When she felt more presences surround her, she offered no resistance as they made even more lewd use of her body. One spirit moved her hand to his cock, getting her to stroke him while he stood there at her right. On her left, another spirit hovered near her head, but did not claim her hand or try to muscle in for a shot at her muzzle. Instead, he made the spirit plunging her throat with his cock to let go of her mane, only for him to take hold of it and wrap it around his cock. The delighted sigh that left him was his only affirmation before he started masturbating with her hair, the act making her flushed cheeks darken further.
Time was lost to Zecora as she stayed wedged between the gangbang of ethereals. Loud, wet sounds of sex emanated from all around her, her muzzle drooling as she kept the cock in her mouth lubricated. Her pussy continued to give off wet, almost sucking sounds as she clung to the cock inside of her depths, doing the same for the one in her ass while fleshy slaps sounded with every bounce of her rear against their groins. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she surrendered with another mind-piercing orgasm, only driving her paramours to go harder and faster.
When the climax did finally arrive, it was a storm surge of seed that she could have hardly prepared for. It was the ones near her head that fired first: she felt her throat become filled as his cock swelled before a torrent of seed gushed down into her waiting throat and stomach. It was a hefty weight, one that made her feel as if she was being filled with a meal of the substance. The cock that had been using her mane to get off fired next, splashing its strands of cum amidst her hair and face and giving her a rush of lust in being marked in such a lewd fashion. The stallion at her side, who had let her stroke him to get him off, splashed her back and shoulder with his release, further adding to the messy dump of cum that was falling about her.
Then came the two stallions in her other holes, their rhythms forsaken for a rougher pace as they sought to reach their climaxes. As one, their cocks swelled and then flooded her thoroughly used holes with their cum. Each pulse of their members only brought more and more cum, soon overflowing past the seals their cocks made within her and flowing down her rear and legs in thick rivers. It left the zebra feeling immensely warm and full, and she went slack as they withdrew from her to let her lay upon the ground.
Thoroughly spent and used, Zecora could only muster a weak groan as she opened her eyes finally. Her legs felt akin to jelly, refusing to move or let her stand yet. She could only look about as the spirits regarded her fondly, each seeming to bear a sense of warmth after their acts were complete.
“Now that is a Nightmare Night celebration to remember. Don’t worry, Zecora. The public has nothing to fear of us, thanks to you.” Lumber said, hovering beside her resting form.
“T-to hear this, I am most glad. No spirit should be left sad,” she told him, looking up finally to see his face. The night sky had begun to fade away, the stars winking out as in the distance, the darkened orange of the sunrise began to make its trek above the horizon to claim the new day. “Will you and your kin rest now?”
“We will. Please get home safe, miss Zecora. Your kindness to us will not be forgotten soon.” Lumber assured her. At this, one by one, the spirits faded from sight until it was finally Lumber left, who gave but a wave of his hand before he too vanished. Finding the strength to stand again finally, Zecora hobbled over to her forgotten clothes, throwing them on hastily lest anypony spot her in the nude. She could still feel some of the ectoplasmic cum falling down her legs from her pleasantly sore pussy, a sensation that left her blushing as she exited the graveyard and made not for Ponyville, but for her own hut within the forest. Only two thoughts dwelled within the zebra shaman’s head: the first was a want for a good long bath, and a restful sleep in.
The other was to ponder on what would transpire the next Nightmare Night, an idea that made her shiver in delight as she walked through the forest trails, the cemetery behind her peaceful and quiet.