Chapter 1: Seeing Black and White
The sun rose over the horizon, casting its magnificent light upon the trees of the Apple Family orchard. Apples fresh, ripe and dripping with morning dew for harvest hung from the trees. No one knows how each and every apple stays so fresh, but they never cared how, only for the pure natural taste and lovely view of the orchard while taking a bite.
Taking a deep breath, the rooster let out his call which echoed throughout the farm. Just as the call reached the ears of Big Macintosh, the light of the sun shone through the window and into the bedroom. Turning over he mumbled under his breath, meeting Zecora’s eyes. “Mornin’,” he said, giving her a kiss on the lips.
“Good morning, my love, how was your sleep?” Zecora yawned, returning the kiss. “Was it pleasant and deep?”
Grunting, the farmpony sat up in bed, stretching his neck which let off a few cracks. “Eeyup, ’specially after last night.” He gave her a wink. “Was I too rough?”
Zecora giggled. “Not at all, I loved it when you had me against the wall.”
Big Mac smiled, reaching his towel which hung on the bedpost. “Gon’ take a shower, you wanna join me?”
“As much as I would love to, I have to check on my latest brew,” she replied with a slight pout while gathering her mane into her mohawk. “But worry not, we can have some fun later my handsome big shot.”
With that she stood with a stretch, her naked figure so tempting for her coltfriend to just pin her down and rail her all day. But she was right; work needs to be done first. It certainly didn’t help that she made it a habit every morning to tease him with a quick stroke of her finger from his balls to tip. The shaman knew how to press every button he had and he enjoyed every morning she did, gave him more of a reason to ‘punish’ her later on.
“Breakfast’s ready!” Applejack’s voice came from downstairs, the smell of freshly fried eggs wafting through the house.
“Takin’ a shower, sis!” Big Mac replied from the shower.
“Not now, thank you, checking on my brew!” Zecora replied, pulling up her denim shorts and pulling her white t-shirt down.
“Well it’s on the table when you’re ready, lovebirds!” Applejack called back, ruffling Apple Bloom’s mane on her way to the sink to clean her own dish. “We gotta hustle though, the reunion’s tomorrow!”
From upstairs, the clanging of golden armbands rung out followed by a large thump from the shower. “It’s tomorrow!?” Big Mac and Zecora both exclaimed.
“It’s been on the calendar, don’t tell me you forgot?” the element of honesty said with a hint of disappointment in her voice, placing a cup of coffee on the table next to Big Mac’s breakfast.
“Ya’ll really don’t have a sense of time do ya?” Apple Bloom finally piped from her breakfast.
Zecora descended the stairs with a pouch of pink pills tied to her belt. “I’m heading off to the pharmacy, this delivery must make it to them swiftly.” Turning to the door, three pills flew out of the pouch, bouncing on the table and landing into the cup of coffee with convenient precision. “I shall be back soon, oh and our mentoring session will have to wait, Apple Bloom.”
“It’s fine, there’s always next week,” she replied in between chews of her toast.
“What I tell ya about talkin’ with your mouth full, sugarcube?” Applejack scolded.
Apple Bloom swallowed and replied, “If it’s in your gut for for it, if it’s in your mouth keep your tongue south.”
“Yup!”
Just as the shaman left, Big Mac ran down the stairs, struggling with his shirt. “Dagnabbit!” he grumbled, finally wrestling his own head through the shirt. “You get a preparation list for me?”
“Next to your coffee,” replied Applejack, leaving through the door to complete her morning chores. “Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo are comin’ to pick up Apple Bloom, so don’t worry bout walkin’ her to school.”
“Aight, thanks,” he said, picking up the coffee and taking a seat at the table. He stared at the eggs, runny yolk and fried egg whites with a pinch of salt and pepper, just the way he liked them. Taking a sip of his coffee, Big Mac read through the list, mumbling each thing to himself. Taking another sip, he noticed it tasted… sweeter. Like if Pinkie Pie dumped cake icing into a cup of hot chocolate. Shrugging, he finished the coffee, didn’t taste bad after all.
Picking up his fork he went to scoop out the yolk for his toast, catching a glimpse of something reflecting off of the yolk. It swung back and forth rhythmically to a tune. Blinking, Big Mac squinted to take a closer look. Zecora’s silhouette danced seductively within it, approaching slowly. Every swing of her hips, every swish of her tail and mane. He couldn’t break his eyes away from the mesmerising display no matter how hard he tried, the silhouette’s facial features coming into view.
“Big Mac,” It spoke in her voice with a sultry seductive tone, “come over here, and have some fun with your one and only nymphomaniac.”
“Uhh…” He was blank, he could not think of a reasonable response to what he had just heard.
“Come over here, Big Mac.” Her voice rung in his head, calling his name. “Big Mac… Big Mac… Big Mac…”
…
“Big Mac? Big Mac? Hello? Ya there?” Apple Bloom called out, finally snapping the stallion out of his trance. “You’ve been staring at your eggs droolin’ for the last two minutes… did you sleep at all last night?”
“Sorry, maybe I just needed the coffee to kick in a lil’,” he finally answered, swiftly sweeping up his eggs with the fork and taking it all down with one mighty bite. “I’m just gonna… I’m… have a good day, sis.” Big Mac left so quickly he might as well have created a smoke trail, leaving his younger sister to sit there confused at what had just happened.
It has been one hour since breakfast and that strange hallucination. The voice kept ringing through his head, leaving him completely dazed for minutes at a time. Hauling the wagon full of apples to storage, he pondered what was happening. Far too early to be Hearth's Warming, the mating season of ponies. Then again, every day between him and Zecora was mating season. Finally inside the barn he wiped the sweat off his brow, Big Mac stretched his arms for a few seconds before lifting the wagon over his head to dump the harvest into barrels lined up from one end of the barn to the other.
“That oughta do it,” he sighed, dropping the wagon next to him and dusting his hands. “Wonder how the reunion will go when they know ‘bout Zecora…” the stallion thought aloud, sitting on a nearby hay bale.
The barn door opened, interrupting his thoughts. Zecora poked her head in, waving. “I see you have completed your work swiftly, no doubt you could do it in a jiffy.” She stepped in, still wearing her denim shorts and a white t-shirt. “Do you also have worries about the reunion as well? I too fear it may end in quite a hell.” Zecora approached, taking notice of his silence. He was staring right at her, eyes widened. Tilting her head in confusion, the shaman approached a little more before noticing the large bulge in his trousers.
“Ze…co…ra,” he mumbled. “I can’t help myself…”
“What do you mea- ah!” Zecora yelped as Big Mac gripped her arms and pushed her down onto the hay bale he had been sitting on with blinding speed. She blushed as he turned her over onto her belly, pulling down her shorts. “I see my morning teasing has finally taken it’s toll,” Zecora chuckled, shaking her rump teasingly. “then so be it and fuck my hole.”
Big Mac’s nostrils flared like a bull, tossing the shorts aside as he unbuckled his belt. The mighty cock of Big Macintosh had been unleashed, throbbing with sexual depravity. Without delay he pressed the tip of his cock against Zecora’s asshole, she exhaled shakily in response. He pushed harder, the wet, squishy sound of her ass parting to allow passage of his meat pole driving him further. Just as his tip had entered with a wet pop, the breaktime bell rung from outside, snapping him out of his sexual trance. “Wh-What the? What happened? Uh, babe, how did get from haulin’ apples to bein’ in your ass?”
Zecora asked, “You do not remember? When you saw me you awakened a raging inferno from your ember.”
“Uh… no, no I don’t…” He pulled out and sat next to Zecora, rubbing his forehead as his erection still raged on. “When I saw you I just blanked out.”
“Oh dear…” the shaman mumbled, cupping her muzzle with her hands. “how I do not know but you may have ingested one of my aphrodisiac pills, I fear…”
“Aphrowhat?”
Taking a deep breath, Zecora sat up to look her coltfriend in the eye to explain. “I designed a pill to give those ponies with a lower sex drive to give their partners a good time in bed, but with it in your system we will have to keep you sated I dread.”
“You mean, even during my daily apple sales and the reunion we-?“
“-Have to keep you from going out of control, yes.” she finished for him. “It will be an interesting experience, I must confess.” Zecora smirked, placing a hand on his crown jewels and softly squeezing. “In the meantime, to leave you hanging would be a crime.”
“You’re the- ngh. You’re the best,” Big Mac groaned.
“I know,” she giggled, using her other hand to stroke his cock with long, rough motions. Her grip itself was comparable to a hydraulic press, each stroke pulling and pushing at his rod. She repeatedly squeezed on his balls every time her hand met with his base, which let out a satisfying pulse. Big Mac hung his head back, groaning quietly. The aphrodisiac did its work nicely, increasing his sensitivity and his girth. All he could think about was the touch of Zecora’s hands and her hot, steamy breath on his shaft. His cum slowly oozed out, which was promptly lapped up by Zecora. Feeling as if he was ready to burst, Big Mac’s balls seemed to swell with each throb. Taking note of this the shaman opened her mouth and encompassed the tip of his cock with her silky lips.
Strands of his thick seed shot around in Zecora’s mouth and down her throat. She repeatedly stroked his cock to squeeze every last drop from his release, muffled giggles coming from her. Big Mac moaned, “Ahh, sweet release… ngh! You ain’t gentle huh?”
“Mm-mm,” she replied with a grin, pushing her head further down his cock until her lips met with his base. Her throat slightly bulged from his cock going all the way down into her stomach, the lack of gag reflex assisted in this pleasant trick very well. Pulling back, she finished by kissing Big Mac’s tip. “Are you satisfied for now, my love? Hopefully so, because we both have chores to take care of.”
“Eeyup…” panted Big Mac, giving Zecora’s rump a smack. She yelped in response, rubbing her posterior with a playful pout. “Couldn’t resist.”
“I bet not because of that brew.” Pulling her shorts up she buckled the belt, with that she left to assist with the apple bucking. “Love you,” she called out from the barn doorway.
“Love you too.”
“So, ya excited bout the reunion, sugarcube?” Applejack asked Zecora, ramming her shoulder into the tree trunk which shook violently, a torrent of apples falling into the baskets below.
“In more ways than you can fathom,” Zecora replied with a smile, ramming her own shoulder into a nearby tree. “nothing shall curb my enthusiasm.”
Leaning against her harvested tree, the apple farmer grinned while raising the brim of her stetson. “That’s good! Though I can’t help but feel you and my bro will be doin’ them shenanigans during the reunion.”
“Wha- n-n-no!” the shaman stammered, blushing deeply. Applejack chuckled at her response, it was painfully obvious how she lied, like an open book.
Placing a hand to her brow to wipe off some sweat Applejack said, “Don’t worry bout it, just keep yourselves hidden when ya do it. I was quite the sneak myself in my younger years, wouldn't wanna be a hypocrite now would I?" she added with a wink. Well, that ought to do for this batch.” She strode off to another nearby tree, dusting off her shoulder from the last impact. Zecora stared on, dumbfounded at how Applejack could be so accepting of what’s going on. The question is; will she be accepting about the predicament she and Big Mac have gotten themselves into? Either way, Applejack would find out sooner or later.
“Wait!” the shaman called out.
Applejack stopped, looking over her shoulder with a quizzical expression. "Somethin' on your mind?"
“There is more than what you think to why we might be ‘hidden’ during the day, you see he accidentally ingested the result of my brew and now at random intervals he will lose control and would rush for me without delay.”
“That sounds like a problem…” Applejack mumbled, tapping her chin with a raised brow. “Any idea how long it’ll last?”
Zecora shook her head solemnly, twiddling her thumbs.
“Yup, that’ll be a problem. Please, do what ya can, you know better about this condition than I do.”
“Thank you for putting your trust in me, it truly means much that-… that… I’m sorry, I usually come up with rhymes on the go but this whole situation just is too much to think about.”
Shaking her head with a chuckle, the farmpony approached and placed an arm around Zecora’s shoulder. “You’re part of the family, don’t forget that, sugarcube. Family sticks together through thick and thin, heck, even those not related by blood like Twi and the gang are family to me. Also I loved how you handled Hoopla, that bitch ain’t even in town no more. So, uh, what would you say if I asked if you wanna know some more of Big Mac’s triggers?”
Zecora raised an eyebrow in response. "I'd say, 'tell me more.'"
“He’s kind of a blabbermouth when he thinks he’s alone, plus he isn’t very good at hiding his old magazines from when he was single,” Applejack clarified, making sure no other ears were listening before leaning in to whisper. Zecora listened to every word, listing each kink of her coltfriend in her mind like a file cabinet. After a month of dating she figured she might have known how to press ALL his buttons, how wrong she was. “You got all that, sugarcube?”
“Mhm, I also have an idea but for help setting up I shall need you at the market, this will require more than two hands to get it started.”
“Now we’re talkin’!” cheered Applejack, pumping the air with her fist. “Wait… why don’t you just make a cure for Big Mac? It’ll be over much quicker that way.”
“Preparation and brewing such a cure would take many a moon and sun, besides this way is more fun!” Zecora answered, barely containing her excitement.
“Fair enough, so, wanna head over to Twi’s castle? RD’s gonna be there and it’d be great to see ya whoop her at arm wrestlin’ again!”
“It would be my pleasure,” the shaman accepted, rolling her shoulder before ramming her tree’s trunk once more, a rain of apples filling the baskets.
Hauling a wagon full of barrels containing apples, Big Mac stared ahead with his eyes wide open and sweating bullets. He couldn’t get Zecora out his head, he couldn’t keep her voice from whispering in his mind’s ear. This whole morning had been complete hell for the stallion after the barn. Nothing else mattered, nopony else mattered but her. As he approached his stall, Big Mac lifted the wagon over his head to get it behind the stall with a toss and catch which caught a few passing glances of shock and awe. There used to be much more when he started working the stall, but many have grown accustomed to his unusual feats of strength. Opening the rear curtain of the stall, Big Mac stopped in his tracks, jaw practically slamming the floor.
Zecora was knelt against the wooden wall under the stall counter, her back facing him, arms bound with three belts behind her. The impressively flexible arch in her back was caused by a small golden chain connected to a pair of golden hoop nipple rings that connected to a tiny hook under the counter, holding her large, bouncy breasts aloft. Zecora also wore a pair of golden anklets to go with her usual golden armbands and neck rings. She stared at him with her cyan eyes half-lidded, licking her lips. To top it all off, her favourite plastic toy was balls deep inside her anus, the synthetic testicles squashed between her rump and the ground. All this amounted to the ‘tribal princess in distress’ act.
“Oh dear, it seems I can’t move,” Zecora giggled, her striped breasts jiggling from her quiet laughter. Much to her own surprise, she had dropped her rhyming out of pure anticipation. A nervous habit. “I sure hope you don’t ravage me with that mighty cock…!” she continued, softly moaning from her toy.
Big Mac stared on at his marefriend, his striped monochrome beauty. A feeling of Déjà vu washed over him, and he knew full well what had to be done with a knowing grin. Unzipping his jeans, his already rock hard shaft pulsed with impatience. Approaching, he held Zecora’s chin up to slide his cock past her lips and down her throat. Her being in stuck an awkward position only made this all the more exhilarating. Opening the curtain the red stallion called out, “Apple family stall now open for business!”
“Mnnghn~!” Zecora mumbled, raising her body slightly to swallow more of his shaft before dropping back down onto her toy. “Nnmmh~!” Her tongue swept across the top of his cock while her field of view was met with his dangling family jewels. The smell was rather pleasant, it seemed he took care to clean himself properly and from the taste she can assume only one thing; he’s been gorging pineapples for her sake. Big Mac however mustered every amount of self-control just to not burst out with a loud moan, his shaft throbbing down her gullet.
“That’ll be- uh, five bits. Thanks for purchasin’!” Big Mac waved his customer goodbye, idly toying with the chain under the counter which earned him a few soft bites. “Heh, frisky, arentcha?” he teased, reaching down to scratch behind her ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll treat ya at lunch.”
She pouted, giving him another soft bite. Big Mac tugged at the chain as punishment, pulling her breasts further up by the nipples. Zecora’s toes curled with her fists clenched in response. “Mmh!”
“Ya want me to ‘feed’ you?”
“Mhm~!”
“When you earn it, babe,” he chuckled, tickling her neck and pulling back to give her a grace period to breath. She gasped for air as quietly as she could, coughing a bit. “Thanks for your purchase!” thanked Big Mac to another customer, sliding his cock back down Zecora’s throat once she opened her mouth in preparation. “So- ngh… did Applejack have anything to say about the reunion and the aphrodisiac?” he whispered between hushed groans.
“Mhm, ysh sh did,” Zecora mumbled.
“Was it a good response?”
“Mhm!” She attempted to nod.
“Well, that’s a relief. Also I’ve been meanin’ to say, thanks for goin’ through this for me, means a lot.” He averted his gaze from Zecora’s bouncing breasts to make sure no other customers were coming, very few ponies in the market now, lunchtime was approaching. “Huh, noon already? Welp, better make good on my promise.”
Making it seem as if he’s leaning against the counter, his bucked his hips down and forwards so that Zecora was taking his whole length. This took her by surprise as she accidentally tightened her jaw, triggering Big Mac’s seed to be released in a large burst down her throat. Her eyes widened, his cum was filling her belly before her cheeks puffed out. Big Mac’s cum spurted out from the tight space between his cock and her lips, splattering all over her muzzle and dripping onto her breasts. He immediately pulled out, his now flaccid cock resting on the shaman’s face as she gasped for air with a look of pure bliss on her.
“Sorry, guess I overdid it,” he uttered. “You ok?”
“Never… better…” Zecora mumbled with a grin.
“Well, looks like the others are shuttin’ down for lunch hour, guess we better do the same.” He pulled the curtains to his stall to a close, pulling up a stool to sit behind Zecora. “I gotta know, what happens if I lose it from the drug?”
Taking a moment to remember her recipe, the shaman mumbled the ingredients to herself. “To put it bluntly, without occasional release you would descend into sexual insanity.”
“Woah woah, so you mean I’d begin to fuck anything that moves…?!”
Zecora giggled. “No, just me. I borrowed some of Twilight’s books to add a smaller effect for the want it need it spell, that is the key.”
“Good thing it’s just a smaller version, the last time I-.”
“Went absolutely crazy with the whole town over a doll,” she deadpanned.
“Eeyup, AJ told you at the dinner table once. You couldn’t stop laughin’ your head off.” Sighing he hung his head back to stare at the covered ceiling of the stall. “How’ve you been gettin’ on with the other gals?”
She smiled, closing her eyes. “Memories I never plan to give away, with them it’s an adventure every day.”
“Sounds like my sister’s friends alright, just wish their shenanigans weren’t so out of hand half the time. One time Twilight was teachin’ Starlight Glimmer how to make a friend and approached me about it, I didn’t really feel talkative that day and she casts a spell to make me talk like a Manehattan upper-crust. Can’t really blame her though, she’s learnin’.” He chuckled at the memory, scratching the back of his neck.
Shaking her head, Zecora shared in his chuckle.
“Doesn’t your back and…well, everything hurt?”
“Not at all, I conditioned my body in the Everfree for years before we met, right now I could break free and wrestle you into submission I bet,” she challenged with a smirk.
Interested, Big Mac leaned in. “And you’re not because you just wanna have fun dontcha, babe?”
Zecora stuck out her tongue. “Maybe~?”
“Aight, maybe sometime you can take me with you and AJ and we can settle this sometime with a good old fashioned arm wrestle.”
“It would be a pleasure, my love- ah!” she yelped as Big Mac pulled out her toy from beneath her, the flared tip coming out with a wet pop. “Still want more from your marefriend? I’m more than ready for you to stick in my tight end.” Zecora flicked her tail at him.
“Mm, tempting, but lunch is almost over and frankly I’m starvin’,” he replied, picking up an apple from a barrel, rubbing it on his t-shirt. “You hungry too? We both know my release ain’t enough and that thing stickin’ outta ya like a second tail won’t do your comfort any favours.”
“You are most thoughtful, I couldn’t move without breaking your stand unfortunately so if you could just hold out an apple in front of my mouth that would be most delightful.”
Obliging, he held out an apple which she took a bite of with a loud crunch. As Zecora chewed on the apple, Big Mac finally took notice of her nipple rings. “Didn’t know you had your tits pierced, Zecora.”
“Mm? Oh, these?” She gazed down to see them, trying to jog her memory. “I spoiled myself one time when I still lived in the Everfree by ordering them from Canterlot and performing the piercing on my own using a sterilised sewing needle, I had second thoughts but my wild side did wheedle.”
“They do look good on you, very sexy,” he complimented, picking up another apple with his free hand and biting it. “Maybe you should wear em more often on special occasions if you wanna?”
Zecora blushed, finishing the rest of her apple with a large bite. The previously chatty atmosphere replaced by the crunching of their lunchtime snack, both seemingly nervous to speak now once Big Mac realised what he had said.
“Uh, well, back to work…!” he stammered, standing up to open the stall curtains as his marefriend attempted to not cackle her head off. The very first customer was already standing at the stall, Twilight Sparkle. “Oh, hey Twilight, the usual amount?”
Twilight nodded, handing over a pouch of bits. “Yeah, I heard the reunion’s tomorrow?”
“Eeyup.” Big Mac handed over a bag of apples, placing the pouch inside a barrel now full of bits.
“I hope things go well, for you and Zecora I mean. The Apple family to my knowledge has been nothing but earth ponies.”
“I’m sure we can manage, this ain’t the past no more.”
Nodding at his thoughtful answer, Twilight waved him goodbye, her eyes shifting down for a split-second. “Good luck, you too, Zecora.”
Big Mac stood there, stunned, a large blush covering his face. Zecora was the same, staring blankly up at Big Mac.
The sun had set, the farm was at peace with the tree leaves swinging in the gentle breeze. Everything had been set up for the reunion, tables and a banner celebrating the occasion. everything else was provided by the visitors. Applejack stirred a boiling pot, putting down the spoon to dump in chopped carrots. She stirred the pot again and took a taste, nodding to herself. “Soup’s ready!” Applejack called out, pouring the soup into five bowls, taking care to make sure there were an equal amount of carrot pieces inside. Apple Bloom was already at the table, finishing off her homework. The elder sister placed down four of the bowls and headed outside to where Granny Smith sat on a rocking chair to give her the last bowl.
Zecora meanwhile had been experimenting with different ingredients, swirling the contents with her staff until it began to glow with purple bubbles rising. Big Mac took the liberty of assisting her with the distribution of ingredients, handing her a bowl of pulverised rosemary. “This should be enough for this brew, give it a day or two.” Her ear twitched at Applejack’s call to dinner, stomach grumbling at the same time. No words needed to be said, all she did was kiss Big Mac on the cheek before they both headed down. The awkwardness of their encounter with Twilight at the market still lingering in their minds, yet it didn’t stop them from continuing, perhaps it was the exhilaration of the experience getting caught by a close friend. Either way it kept Big Mac’s new temporary condition at bay, for tonight at least.
One hearty dinner later…
Crickets were chirping outside, both lovers lay on the bed with their backs facing each other. Big Mac shifted, trying to get comfortable. “Hey Zecora?” he called out, reaching behind him to poke her bare back.
“Mm?” she replied, turning her head.
“You can’t sleep either?” He turned over to face her as she did the same
“No matter how hard I try I toss and tumble, I can’t help but feel revealing myself tomorrow will be a fifty-fifty gamble.”
“Yeah… this drug is nothin’ compared to tomorrow. But you know what? I don’t care if they like ya or not.”
Zecora smiled slightly and said, “You’re words though reassuring, I fear the reunion would find our romance jarring.”
“I’ll protect you if it ever comes to that, I keep tellin’ ya; ain’t nothing gonna change how I feel about you.”
“You charmer!” she giggled, playfully shoving him on the shoulder. “As we are awake, want to tire each other out, my handsome apple farmer?”
Smirking, Big Mac pulled the shaman in for a deep kiss. She accepted the kiss with glee, returning it with a deep red blush. “We might wanna keep it down so we don’t wake the whole house,” he whispered. “Consider it a test of endurance, hehe.”
“You underestimate me,” she taunted, flinging off the covers and sitting up on her knees, smacking her rump. Big Mac hoisted her onto his hips, his cock poking out from between her thighs. She placed a finger on the tip before gripping it in her hand, twiddling with it like a joystick. The red stallion grunted softly with every tug. Once satisfied from playing around with his phallus, she raised her hips and her tail. Knowing what was to come, Big Mac positioned his cock as Zecora slammed her ass down onto it, the whole length sliding all the way up her asshole. She bit her lip, her eyes rolling up into her head from the sudden shocks of pleasure and pain coursing through her body. Zecora shuddered, raising her hips to bring them down. Big Mac contained a moan, sweat building upon his brow. The shaman rolled her hips, groaning quietly to goad Big Mac into unleashing his voice, she stared over her shoulder with lustful eyes.
Her eyes, the red stallion knew what those eyes meant; she’s not going to hold back until he screams. “Z-Zecora… you wouldn’t… not now…!” Big Mac panted, unable to lift his arms to grip Zecora’s hips from the pleasure.
Zecora flicked her tail at him, smirking. “Try me.”