...Or 'The Twilight of Dusk Shine'?
The ruffling of leaves was the only sound perceptible between the calm ambient of the forest; not a single peep was heard apart from that sound, when at a distance, at least.
Dusk muttered some insecure words beneath his breath, questing himself if she was entirely sure of what he was doing and where he was going to, what would everypony think if they ever saw him of heard of his doing… that. The otherwise ominous trees of the forest appeared as something more relaxing than anything at that hour: the sun still high in the skies, as the treeline casted a cool shadow over the ground. He kept on walking, trying his best to brush off those feelings and thoughts as ‘ignorance’, as he’d like to think.
“It’s nothing too serious; it’s fine…” he mumbled as he felt that he was nearing his destination. “It’s all research and all… but nothing else.”
He stopped on his tracks, the voices inside his mind echoing, filling him with doubt. It has been difficult enough to hide my little secret from the sight of the ponies at mid-day, he thought. This is nothing when compared to that.
Still feeling somewhat unsure, he gave a small step forward. Something as simple as walking had become quite a task for him, under the current circumstances.
In the distance, Zecora’s cottage came into view. The place was as tranquil as always, but today, something in the silence unnerved him; it filled him with a feeling of shame and self-blame.
“…Nothing is going to happen, nothing at all…”
With short steps, he finally reached the cottage, no discernible light coming from it.
He knocked on the door, the thumps coming from it resonating on his mind as he felt like he was tapping at his conscious with that action. There was no response, at which he knocked again, this time a little louder.
“The cottage’s not that big, I know she did hear me…” he muttered in frustration, both from forcing himself to do it and from the lack of reply.
The handle was engulfed by the faint aura of magic, slowly turning. Pushing his body against it, he just opened the door with a creak, baffled.
Devoured by the dark in front of him, he simply gave a few steps, hoping not to tumble over something. As soon as he was away from the doorstep, the door behind him was slammed shut.
Leaving out a soft yelp, Dusk turned himself towards the source of the sound to no avail: the room was pitch black, and his eyes would probably never adjust to the condition.
“W-who’s th--?” she managed to say before feeling a hoof hushing him.
“You’ve caught quite a fright, am I not right…?” called the calm voice of Zecora, close to him. “I thought you’d shy away… from our escapade…”
He tried to say something, but the foreign object over his muzzle rendered him able to just mutter muffled nonsense.
When he could speak again, he sounded rather calm as well, but with an underlying tone of insecureness. He wasn’t sure, still, of if he really wanted to do it anymore.
“Z-Zecora… why are you in the dark…?” he asked, hoping that he could just evade the subject altogether.
“Only in the night love is made right,” replied the zebra without missing a beat. If anything, she was completely sure about what she wanted: she wanted what was about to happen, wanted it like a lonely mare longing over the scarce single stallions.
“I… I…” Dusk tried to say that he wasn’t sure, that he didn’t really want to go all out, but his voice couldn’t go louder than a whisper and he couldn’t even try to piece together the desired phrase in his mind.
“What happens, my dear? You sound like in fear.”
A long patch of silence followed that phrase, evidencing his hesitating.
“I can turn up the lights, if that is what you wish,” said Zecora with a comprehensive tone. He nodded and did a little ‘uh-huh’ before returning to his stationary position.
“…And maybe even get a leash…” muttered Zecora as she approached a set of candles, beside a torch and two stones, that she had conveniently placed on the floor. Of course she had planned it all, considering his tone when advancing through their conversation the day before: playful and impatient, but not determined to fulfil his promises; it was an easy way to know that she would need nothing but a little push in the right direction.
Taking one of the stones between his teeth, Zecora tried to make out a path for it to clash correctly with the other; the last thing she wanted was to hit the floor or to miss.
The sound of the hard rocks smashing together was the only thing that reached his ears, before the crescent glow of the candles reached his eyes. A feeling of being welcome took over his somehow, as she approached the zebra.
“W-well, I came here to talk—”
“I know that very well; you need to come out of your shell. Not everything is rationalizing; let yourself be taken by the feelings rising.”
The two shared a look, their faces almost touching. Dusk felt his mind was being read by Zecora’s piercing gaze and that he had nothing to shield himself from it. He felt… different from usual. He was, normally, able to put away his feelings when it came to research, but not now; he really felt like she was being torn apart like a book by the cold stare, he felt violated by it.
“Zecora, I…” began Dusk, feeling the hoof over his mouth once again. Zecora gave him a compassive look, at which he understood that she had truly gotten the message he had been trying so hard to get across.
“I can understand that you’re in doubt, but try to succumb to your feelings' clout. If towards normality you wish to go back, you’ll have to give what you usually lack…” the soft voice of Zecora gave him the idea that she was truly sorry, but, as she had just said, there was only just one way to return to normal.
After all, it had been the reason that had led them to the current point…
Twilight had always wanted to research the way colts experience rutting seasons, but, after thinking it for a while, she decided that it would be too much; after coming down to that resolution, she asked Zecora for help with his task, at which Zecora accepted almost immediately. But now, that she really wished to be a mare again, she remembered Zecora’s words about the potion she had drank the night before:
“There’s only one trick: to lose it, you’ll have to use your—”
“I understand!”
Dusk took a deep breath before uttering the words that would seal the deal away:
“I’ll do it.”
“Do not feel bad, purple mare, for we both a good time will share.”
“…I’m not a mare.”
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“I’m not too sure if I want to do it…”
“Just close your eyes and go, if you think that you’re stooping low.”
He was laying over Zecora, over the cottage floor, his mind being filled with the strange feeling of not being able to overcome the circumstances. If he could just push away doubt and… and just enjoy the ride, so to speak…
Dusk’s recently-sprouted equipment was brushing up and down Zecora’s folds in a slow movement, at which the zebra replied with a dirty smirk and by pressing her legs against his coat.
“Don’t think of me like that…!” he said, feeling rather intimidated.
“You’re a big colt, aren’t you…? You can do this on this own… or do you need my help, too?”
“N-no, I’m pretty sure that after you doing everything else, the least I can so is to…”
His, or rather her, shaft was slowly pushed deeper inside his dripping cavity, which was met with a sigh of relief by both of them. After going over the phase of denial, things could only get better.
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With his hooves at the sides of Zecora’s body, he began to thrust himself forward and backwards, starting the song of their pleasured exclamations. He started out slowly at first, giving her more time to become accustomed to his member penis. By her part, Zecora was still smirking and her occasional sighs continued to become gasps and pants throughout their entire session releasing.
As he started to speed up his pace, he became more vocal, leaving out grunts and gasps as the feeling of his tight inner walls pressing down on him took over his mind, filling it up with the sheer amount of pleasure both of them were feeling.
The sound of their bodies slapping together became louder and louder, layered over the gasps of delight that had started to emanate from their lips. Zecora herself was in heaven; after such a long time without a partner, she had started to lust over that passionate pleasure too much for her to focus on her potion making, and was now receiving that endless bliss that she had desired for such a long time.Dusk, by his side, couldn’t maintain a clear rhythm, as the sensation of Zecora’s insides began to numb the rest of his body. How can this feel so good, when I’m not the one receiving...?
She was about to orgasm, and the inconsistent tone of her voice only accentuated her pleads for roughness.
He felt like he was about to vanish. A burning sensation was taking over him, making everything feel so much stronger. He did his best to pound her harder than he had ever dreamed that other colts could, but the sheer fatigue was making it seem like a pretty daunting and unreachable task.
Still, the pleasure pouring inside their minds seemed to be endless, the always growing torrent of ecstasy reaching its peak as they reached their orgasms with just seconds of difference.
The two of them shouted in a mind-numbing pleasure, as a surprising amount of cum was plastered against Zecora’s insides, who had left out an agonizing shout of ‘yes!’ as her inner walls clenched down on his member, milking it for all it was worth; which, in return, flooded her insides with his seed.
Dusk tried to speak, to say anything, but was too overwhelmed to act; the only thing her mind could do was to slow down and make like that very moment had lasted an eternity.
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“Okay, Zecora... I’ve done it...”
“Very well, ah, my friend... by tomorrow, it will all end...”
“Umm, can I ask you something...? What was that thing you mixed in the potion? That purple stuff?”
“Oh, the amethyst. It acts like a catalyst.”
“Oh... and... when will this wear off...? I don’t want to get stuck as a colt forever...”
“...”
“...Something wrong?”
“You will not leave this forest again, for I have gotten an easy gain...”
“...W-what?”
“You’re mine, Twilight; my own companion for the night.”
He, after hearing those words, tried to get up, but only managed to fall flat on her face, feeling a strap around the legs.
“When did you do this!?”
“...I did everything under my might.”