> Hot Summer In The Everfree.
>  by Lunasservant1985
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> Let Me Show How To Make Love, I Promise You'll Be Praising The Goddesses Above.
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	Summer, hard to believe that one time in your life you actually looked forward to this season. That was...a lifetime or so ago, when this time of the year that meant hot days on the front lawn in a beach chair, a tall glass of Kool-aid in your hand while you're little brother squirts you with his water gun. Now you were light years away from home it the world of Equestria, an alternative world where magic existed and The Equins Sapiens were the dominant life on in the world. You had come here to get away from the stress and bustles of the human world, and to an extent you had. 


Your new home was in a place few of the ponies dared to tread, the Everfree Forest. The way the weather was unpredictable and the animals wild without someone to constantly fret over taking care of them the way the ponies of their territory often had to. Made the place feel almost like home. True you and the one who had taken you in still had to work to live out here, though you had shown her some human world technology that made life more bearable in the wilderness. 


You looked up at the rising steel struts of the small windwill, the way it towered over the trees and was kept constantly blowing allowed the hut your...hostess for lack of better word, stayed in. To have electricity and running water in her home. She wasn't rustic that she didn't like those inovations, rather that she hadn't had any prior need for them. You however where very grateful to have the emenities in your life again. The windmill was working hard to keep the generator humming, it was a quiet hum, mostly because the turbine was powered by the steel blades. 



The hut had a few more rooms added since your hostess had taken you in, not to mention the solid cement floors; the pipes and wiring in the insulated walls, and the air conditioner's in the windows. All off the grid and free of charge too. Still, there was a water tank to keep filled, and that mill needed someone to maintain it in working order if you wanted to keep these luxuries. Not that you had a problem with it. You were mostly good with your hands and had more than enough knowlage on how to maintain these things. You sighed as the heat was making you sweat hard. You wanted to open the flannel shirt and maybe even take it off, but you felt like your hostess wouldn't approve. Speaking of which.



"Hey! Anon my friend! Forgot chores today and let the work end." You look up from the bolts your tighten on the struts of the windmill to see your hostess, Zecora. She's a zebra, and a very beautiful one too. From her silky and flawless ebony stripes and ivory coat, to her long flowing mane. Which you're glad she decided to let down today. You never liked that mohawk she often wore her mane in and always said she looked much cuter with her mane down. She seemed serious about taking the day off today too, as she wore reed sandals that wrapped around her hooves and up to her ankles; long black pantyhose leggings, and a low cut black dress. She looked almost out of place here in the Ever free, more like a mare ready to hit the nightclubs than a hardy Everfree dweller. The notion further perpetuated by the traditional Zebraican necklace around her slender swan like neck. It was 14ct topaz gemstones ingrained into 14k gold. All in square cut plating and arranged in patterns as it ran down along her neckline. She had gold bangles on her arms with pearl tips too, and hoop earrings and a silver piercing in her navel which you could see through a conveniently cut navel window in her short dress.   


"Are you sure Zecora? I mean, I still gotta check the reserves in case the wind dies down, the auxiliary power can last three days if the battery is well charged. You tell her as she chuckles softly and beckons you over with her finger. 


"Tut Tut my hard worker is always full of worry, must you always be in such a hurry." At first you found her way of talking in couplets a little obnoxious, but in time they kinda grew on you. The way she rolled her tongue with her exotic and dare you say it? Borderline erotic accent made you really lighten up to her. You often wondered just what this zebra though of you as time went on, but what point was there in asking or telling her? You always felt that Zecora could have any stallion in town now that they had regularly opened up to seeing her, and she was more like a friend too you than anything else. Why ruin a good thing by making it awkward to express your emotions for an anthropomorphic talking zebra right? 


"Okay Zecora, I could use a day off anyway." You tell her as you approach her closer, you're just outside the hut; the ground cleared for a large fire pit; the coals glow red hot as they crackle over a wire roasting rack on one side, a pot bubbles away at another end. You smell something sharp, spicy even in the air. Your zebra roommate places and turns a few jalapeno peppers as they roast over the fire. She takes a whiff of the strong, pungent aroma before turning her attention to the pot. The smells catch your attention, Seasonings of cayenne pepper; hot sauce, salt, lemons, and bay leaf. The food you see her adding from the canvas produce bag beside her; ears of corn, potatoes, chopped onions, and whole heads of garlic. The smell is delicious! Some people back home add smoked sausage links or mushrooms to these kinds of boils, but you're not surprised she doesn't add the former only the latter.


Considering all the animals on this planet that could be made into sausage like the pigs and cows, speak with either Southern or Midwestern accents. The pigs speaking Southern the cows Midwestern. However you are surprised to see her add a few river crabs and crawfish to her boil. Sure crabs and crawfish aren't intelligent enough to speak but an equine like her isn't usually one to eat them. Oh well, soon enough the forest begins to smell of genuine Cajun cooking. "While we wait for lunch to cook, why don't we both relax by the brook?" She says leading you just behind her hut to the small brook where you presume she caught the river crabs and crayfish for the boil. She's set up two beach chairs on the muddy ground, another canvas bag nestled between the chairs. 


"Sure Zecora, it is such a nice day after all." You comment as you take a seat in the chair and she takes hers beside you. Your eye brow raises as she slips her black stockings off but then she reaches into her bag and pulls out some insect repellent. You take in and  appreciate such a gorgeous view as she starts applying the oil like repellent to her coat. She looks stunning; what with her exotic stripes hugging her curvaceous, muscular limbs, her tall, healthy stature, and those shapely legs. You shake your head hopping she didn't notice but she seems only amused that you were watching. 


"You do not mind do you now, if I get a little more...comfort-ta-bahal?" She says trying to really stretch her rhyming. You tell her you don't and to your further surprise, she slips her low cut black dress off! She sits on her beach chair in a tight red thong that rides something fierce up her large and plump plot. The flawless fur is so big and squishy you hope you don't end up drooling as you get an all but nude view of her exotic and flawlessly soft looking stripes. returning to her lotion. She works the bug repellent on her legs, stretching them out to its absolute limit to the edge of her beach chair, the only sound the trickle of the brook.

Given how small her thong is, covering only her front and back, you're treated to a fine view of her side. All the way up to the curve of her thick, muscular hips. You see every single stripe along those legs, all the way up to her luscious hips. Her muscles shine in the sunlight of the forest as it streams through the treetops. That must be because of the oil like repellent, along with a little bit of her sweat. Her top is little more than two black bits of fabric held on with strings. She looks over at you licking her muzzle with her long, rough tongue as she teases you further, by grabbing her breasts in her hands and massaging the oil into the fur as she licks her lips. "Oh yes my faithful human, you like what you see don't you? Am I hot as cumin?" 


You feel like chuckling as it seems Zecora's really reaching to the limits of her couplet-speak, but the sight is too much to bear. So you only nod and let her resume oiling up her fur. " I seem to have a bit a problem here, can you get my back? Please? Be a dear?" She says as she turns on her back and unties the strings of her top. her pose keeps you from seeing anything, but you nod as you get out of your chair and stand over the warrior like, almost Amazonian mare. It would only make sense to show her how much you appreciate somepony as gorgeous as her by helping get her hard to reach spots.

Picking up the jar of sweet smelling, almost honey like only not as sticky oil and dabbling some into you hand. You lather your palms up nicely; slip behind Zecora, and start by rubbing her shoulder blades. She doesn’t have any complaints as you rub, turning her head your way and flashing a smile of perfect white teeth. Her eyelids are also somewhat lowered. She’s implying something, you just know it. you’ll have to respond to that, after taking care of this of course.

Her top is placed aside, you hold the cloth bundle in your hands and place it on your own beach chair. With no objection from Zecora, you're free to continue rubbing her shoulders. Zecora’s torso, much like the rest of her body, is thick. It’s large in all the healthiest ways. Especially in the bosom department. You don't like to stereotype, but she's got a perfect pair of just D sized cups that squish and press into the plastic strands of he chair. You spend more than a few minutes applying the oil to every inch of her muscular back before going lower to that voluptuous and huge rear she's got. The fantasy of giving her a sharp slap on the ass shuffled aside when you remember it's not like that between you two. 


Just touching this mighty specimen of a zebra is a wonder. A lesser pony could spend their entire life eating the finest hay and they wouldn’t have such smooth, touchable fur. Zecora is quite a bit fluffier than most, but she still glistens once you’ve covered her. You can't help it, at the risk of angering her, you start to squeeze Zecora’s delicious ass with your hands. Again, thick, but that’s what makes it wonderful. Zecora responds in a way you never would expect her to; a chuckle of amusement, without any surprise, a very, very slight blush, and a turn of her head to show her smile. Your hands keep gripping her firm cheeks softly while she chuckles and only gasps as  The grip tighens a bit. She seems to give off the scent of mangoes. "Ohhh yess just like that, I wondered when you'd make your move, sneaky little cat." 


"You mean you're not...angry?" you ask as your grip on her ass tightens making the zebra moan softly and chuckle. 


"Why would I be? Don't you know? What Summer means for a mare in tow?" She says giggling as the smell of sweet tropical fruits grown stronger, along with a slight spiciness. It's then that you realize what she meant, she's in heat! You wonder if it's just her hormonal impulses talking, then you realize, this is just perfect. Zecora stretches her neck up to you...and kisses you amorously. Her lips feel like decades of experience in all the erotic, sensual things in the world, and her tongue…you've never felt such a rough but also smoothness as it locks and wrestles with yours. She easily overpowers the thin, short appendage and moistens your lips before plunging into your throat, making her way inside your mouth to share her saliva with her. you taste hints of watermelon on her breath.


The  kiss ends; unfortunately, but the fruity aftertaste gives you an erotic idea. you don’t take your eyes of her for a second while you reach for the canvas bag of treats and thank both your God and the Celestial ones that she's packed a container of strawberries. You've always had a liking for them; they're sweet, and there's always something sensual about the taste and way the seeded skin feels on your lips. Zecora knows what you're planing to do.


She opens her mouth and sticks the tip of tongue out with her eyes closed and a soft 'AHHH' escaping her lips. picking out one of the strawberries. You press it to her lips. As you drags the ripe fruit around the rim of her mouth, she lets out an unwarranted moan, just to complete the aexy, and erotic image. Her tongue wraps around the strawberry and slowly takes it in. She chews and swallows quickly, to avoid spoiling the sexy image as it burns into your mind. "Sweet and Delicious, tangy and of course."


"Nutritious?"You say finishing her couplet for her. Shes giggles and does the same to you, rotating a strawberry around your soft, smooth lips. Her expression is peacefully lusty, to put it simple; her eyes are closed and her mouth is opened the perfect amount. You quickly take the succulent fruit down and look at her with half lidded eyes, then your  lips slam into Zecora’s muzzle. You can feel her let out a small shocked noise as she falls, but it's quickly muffled by her tongue. Now she lies down, her back on the chair, and you now on top of her, lavishing her with affection. Her hands touch yours, and she moves your arms away from your sides until they’re held outward, hovering just above bosom. You clench your hands and get handful of Zecora’s slick, smooth, silky breasts. Age hasn’t spoiled their beauty in the slightest, nor has it done anything to harm the perkiness. You could knead and squeeze her sweater puppies all day. wouldn’t want to waste Zecora’s precious time though.


That little blush of hers intensifies when your hips start to dry hump her thong, rubbing pelvis against pelvis. There’s no way she can’t feel it. the throbbing erection in your work jeans, and you're sure Zecora knows what you want. You don’t even flinch when she slides down your body and to your waist she softly unzips the jeans and pops the button, then she grabs the edges of your underwear and pulls ‘em down. Just enough to comfortably present your stiff manhood pride at full attention to her. Hard as it is, it still sits comfortably on Zecora’s tits.


She smiles, her eyes smoothly darting back and forth between your face and your "pride". Something you haven’t quite figured out about her is if her smile means she’s looking forward to playing with you, or she’s still pleasantly surprised by the size....for a human. Either way, she knows exactly what to do. All it takes is a little tug on the cloth of her swimwear to reveal her breasts in all of their big; jiggly, buoyant glory. Nothing fake about her; this lady is all natural, no augmentation or work done on her body at all, which only makes their touch around your freed cock all the more pleasant.


You move your hips forward to make the head bury into the valley of the zebra mare's cleavage. She obviously intends on giving you one hell of an experience, something to remember. Her arms wrap around her breasts, squeezing them tight like mounds of pillows around your cock. Nice and snug in their grip. All that’s left to do is let Zecora stroke you with the gifts, of her wondrous tits. You help her out by meeting her halfway with gradual thrusts. The tit fucking feels like nothing you ever felt before. As you feel your dick stiffen and twitch, the arousal intensifies, Zecora only sweetens the deal with little licks at the very tip. That encourages you to keep thrusting into her cleavage. Your dick couldn’t be any harder at this point. Whether it’s because of Zecora’s natural beauty, her experience in all things sexual, her sultry gaze, or the erotic aura that had been in the air since you moved here. There’s nothing stopping you from riding this out.


As you rub your manhood in the valley of her breasts, the zebra seemed to think.  Zecora leaned close to you, just over your bare neck. Her nostrils flaring as she breathed in you unique human musk.  She purred, a smile coming to her lips.  “Well, now that I find man flesh in my bed (ignoring t he fact that you're both in beach chairs) I fear, my dear human, that you've gone to my head." Flawless white curves accented with black stripes filled your vision as the zebra pushes your head into her chest. The smell of tropical fruits and sweet spices overpower you. Her voice sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine as she whispers into your ear.  "While first I intended to treat you out to food and perhaps some of my famous tea, perhaps you should cure that which ails me?”


“Ah…Aw, well...Zecora, what do you mean by that?” You ask as you feel the zebra’s gentle touch turn forceful as she presses you into her bare chest. You settle back into the beach chair and let the black-and-white herbalist do as she pleases. The zebra lets out an appreciative, and sexy growl, as the mare lifts the mounds of her breasts off your dick. 


“You’re quite the catch, my dear.  I’m ever so pleased that fate has brought us near.” Bending down, she flexes her muzzle until its almost level with the head of your swelling erection.  It throbbed and rose even harder than before as you caught sight of the zebra’s beautiful turquoise eyes peering up at you through the black and white curtain of her silken mane.  Her breath was warm and moist on your crotch, sending a thrill up the nerves as the healer/alchemist/herbalist slides forward, her nostrils drinking deep of the spicy scent of your sweat and man musk. Zecora openes her muzzle and samples the gift given to her. The turgid length is hot and firm in her mouth.

She sighs happily as she lets her long, rough tongue slide over the cock, traveling where it wills and sends shivers through her lover’s body.  She suckles eagerly, massaging the length with her mouth until she has almost lost herself in the oral ministrations. The only sounds you can manage are low gasps and soft, pleasured grunts.  In lieu of speech, you reach out with a shaking hand and stroke Zecora’s mane, fingers brush over the soft velvet of her ears and urge her on as salty precum begins to leak into the mare’s mouth. She chuckles around your shaft and bobs her head faster and faster.



Now she's lost in her bliss as she deep throats you. Her oral muscles clamp and suck on the pole of muscle hard and fast. She moans around the meaty bone in her throat as she feels more salty pre drip into her muzzle. You feel your eyes roll into the back of your head as you hardly believe the bliss; the joy, the pleasure. You would give anything to make it last, but her prior attention to you with her tits has left you with little time to spare. "Zecora! I'm...I'm gonna! OH GOD!" You tense and twitch as you fell your sensitive head shoot streams of thick, hot jsim down the zebra's throat. Strand after strand fills her mouth up and you can't help but lock eyes with her as she slurps the cum out of you, hungrily sucking you dry. 



She stands up her soaking wet thong and sandals her only clothes left on, but even that goes down in not time at all. She sways her naked, dark puffy lips in your face for a second before she pops her muzzle open, a trail of white slithers like slime from her lips and stains her flawless coat. She coos as the semen dribbles down onto her. She rubs it into her coat with her slender elegant fingers. She moans and gets the fur nice and matted with your seed. Then she struts with her luscious hips swaying as she makes her way back to the soup pot and roasted peppers. 


You take a seat at the picnic table beside the hut as she places a bowl of spicy seafood soup and a few of the peppers on the table in front of you, to your surprise, she has a few crawdad in her bowl as well. She chuckles clearly still in a frisky mood as she pinches the tail of one in her fingers. She wraps her lips around the head the way she did with your other head, and sucks loudly. Sucking the seasoning and some meat into her throat. Then she pinches the tail and pulls the tail meat free, she slurps the white strand of crawdad meat into her muzzle and tosses the husk of the shell into her bowl.


You and her eat in near silence for a few more hours until the bowls are empty, the spicy tingle of the roasted jalapeno on your lips. Zecora takes the bowls inside with you, the soup off the coals cooling. You and her enter the hut and she dumps the bowls in her new sink, a perk with getting running water. "Hope you're rested up my stud, you're work is far from over, hope you're no dud." 


"Baby I'm far from a dud." You say as you strip your flannel shirt off and expose your bare chest. She growls in an un-zebra like way as she runs her fingers along the hard flesh of your chest and stomach. Her hands practically tear the jeans off you and free your manhood yet again. She pushes you forcefully down on the bed and hovers over you, still nude. She turns her back to your hands grip her round flanks. "Ahhh reverse cowgirl, nice starting position." You compliment as you feel the zebra straddling you. She rubs the puffy lips of her folds on your shaft and moans loudly and lustfully as she does. 


The heat radiating off her pussy is almost intoxicating as she grinds. Unable to contain herself any longer, she backs her mare hood into your shaft and starts riding you. You grip her ass hard as she bounces and rides your dick in the position. She grunts and lets out soft then loud moans as her tight muscular inner depths squeeze and tighten their iron grip on your shaft. Not wanting to spoil the mood with only one position, she gets off you and shifts.


You could practice the whole damn Kama Sutra with her, as you hold her hooves in your hands and guide the head of your dick to her pussy. You thrust and rock your hips as your hands rock and tug on her hooves. Feeling like embracing your inner kinky side. You bring the left hoof to your lips and kiss it softly as you thrust into her hard. She places her hands on her breasts and pinches her nipples as you softly suck the hard callous of her hoof. Your thrusts become fast and deep as you impale the exotic creature below you. 


You pull out of her with a soft pop and indicate you wanna shift positions again. She giggles softly as you flip her onto her belly and raise her legs up until her face is buried in the mattress. Face in the mattress, and ass raised up, you give it to her doggy next. Your hips piston away at her as she backs her ass into you and equates the thrusts you give to her as she moans and gasps feeling the fullness inside her. You wonder just what this mare put in that soup as you thrust and start to sweat onto her ebony and ivory coat.  You can still feel the juices that are soaking her. Being able to feel her insides as they clamp and clench around your shaft like this, you're able to tell whether or not she’s close to a climax. Much to your surprise, she is. You can tell by the way her legs quiver, not to mention her clit is quite swollen and winking at you with every thrust.


This is why Zecora is unlike any mare in Equestria. She can crush a buffalo’s skull with those thighs of hers as they make her inner depths tighten and feel like a velvet vice grip, and all without breaking a sweat. She looks damn good doing it too .Lying down, with her goods bared and you see your length disappear in and out of her, the feeling of orgasm still not even close! An aura of dominance seems to hover around the zebra mare as she slows down in what must be her fifth orgasm, how can she still want more?


"A final romp, it you please. Then we can rest and shoot the breeze?" She says pleadingly as she lays you on your back, a good old fashioned mare on top missionary to finish the sexual haze off? You can work with that. You smile up at the gorgeous mare and grip her by the circular cutie marks. Two words softly leave your lips as she hovers her dripping wet snatch over your dick.


"I love you." You tell her as she looks down at you with her warm smile, her silky mane dangling down over her face messily. Smiling, Zecora nodded in satisfaction.  you both found yourselves panting, unable to tear your eyes from the beautiful female as she couldn't from yours. She pushed herself up and began to position herself with one careful hand on your full length. You nearly cry out when the zebra lowers herself onto you, her hungry opening almost seems insatiable and seems to pull you in as slick love juices moistened the crotches of you both and it left a wetness on the bed beneath the two of you.


Almost without  willing them to, you hands found their way to Zecora’s breasts.  Strong fingers gripped the firm yet yielding flesh over her swirling black and white stripes as he pull and tug on them. Growling and purring in pleasure as the zebra hilts on the length of man meat.  She squealed inarticulately, eyes rolling back in her head and hands and even her whole body shaking. In a moment she was in control of herself again, white teeth gleaming in a wide and perfect grin as she started to grind and thrusts against her partner.


Now it's your turn to hiss and moan with pleasure.  The mare’s muscular and well trained inner walls massage your entire cock, milking it from head to base as Zecora’s dark, sopping nether-regions slide over the length with each and every thrust.  One of the zebra’s hands, still slick with fluids of the lovemaking, slide across your chest to provide extra support as she begins to bounce harder and faster on you. the scent of human on pony musk hitting your nose.

She groaned; not rhyming now, her voice a repetitive chorus of ‘Ooohs’ and ‘aahs.' The feeling is beyond heavenly.  The feeling of her thighness starts to transition from pleasure to pain. You need to cum like crazy!   Panting huskily, you stare up at the wicked sexual enchantress who was doing her practically evil dances and taking his entire length and gasping for more.  She seems to know just what to do.  She's incredible.  Every thrust is perfect.  Every grinding movement of her hips is in time with some rhythm only she can hear.

You want more.  You want no NEED to…to…Heat and pressure rises in you, sending tingling surges of ecstasy through your entire body.  You struggle  breathe and form coherent thoughts, fighting just to form words between the rising duet of human and zebra moans of bliss. Finally on your third try you manage to say, “Mmhphh! Ze-zecora?  Ahhhhh! I think I’m gonna I’m gonna…ohhhhh!”


“Yes, by the great skies above!” The zebra cries out, her voice nearly a scream as she nears her final climax at last. “Give me your sweet, hot love!” That was all the permission you need;  your body seizes up,  Your breathe stifles, you can almost swear your heart skips a beat for a second,  and you cum.  With a cry of pure, orgasmic pleasure,you slam the zebra’s hips down roughly against you with both arms around her.  your cock erupts and sprays spout after spout of ropy, thick and hot seed into Zecora’s soft, hungry slit. The most you've ever given to anyone. Feeling her inner walls warmed by the heat of her lover’s juices sends Zecora over the edge as well.


Hands clawing bright crimson streaks in your flesh, the zebra screams her approval as  wave after wave of bliss crashes over her, nearly carrying her away in the torrent.  She droops and leans forward, pressing her soft and sweat-soaked form against that of her lover. You pant and gasp, enjoying the pleasant sensation of your slowly softening dick still deep in your lover’s body.  You feel your heart pounding. You're sure somehow that it now beats in tune with that powerful zebra heart nestled under the firm, perfect breasts that press into you chest. You look into a pair of loving turquoise eyes and smile. “Ah…I never something like that before.” You admit coyly. 


Zecora shifts slightly, enjoying the sturdy strength of the arms that enfold her.  She blows a few stray wisps of her mane out of her face softly and lets her hands play affectionately across your chest. 

“I trust… you were pleased by my methods and techniques, then?  Why, then please do not hesitate to…Go again?” You simply smile and hold her close, her warm, thick fur soft and plush. Her sweat and your own cools in the chill of the AC,and you both slowly drift often into a peaceful afternoon nap. The softness of her body embracing your's is better than any blanket, the beating of her heart more relaxing the pounding surf or call of the birds out in the forest.