A Lovely Stroll
Jest skipped merrily down a lonely hiking path, a tune on his lips and a smile on his face. His spikey two toned mohawk of red and yellow bounced atop his orange head with each excited step he took. His bright emerald eyes were turned skyward, where he idly watched the fat lazy clouds float overhead.
Occasionally the two black earrings which studded his left ear would click together, adding to his nonsensical song. Though a little short for a stallion, and more feminine than most, the young earth pony was making quick progress through the Everfree forest. Whose towering treetops occasionally obscured the rainbow colored jester hat emblazoned upon his flanks.
“Wow it's nice out here,” he exclaimed to no one in his usually bubbly tone of voice. “I don't know why more people don't come out here for a sunday morning stroll, its beautiful.”
The stallion’s smile grew. “And there isn't even any trash littering the paths like in the white tail woods. I wonder why I haven't seen anyone out here.”
He paused, and thought it over for a moment, considering the possibility that the stories of the danger might be true. Then he shrugged it off as merely a bunch of ninnies who wouldn't know a good time if it snuck right up on them and bit them on the ass. With a snicker on his lips, the stallion continued to bound along the path, preceding up the occasional hill and down the other side.
Around him the forest grew darker and deeper, causing the jester to consider turning back before suddenly coming across an open area. Grassland surrounded him on all sides, and the dense forest cover was suddenly replaced with several fields of flowers.
“Ooh pretty,” he muttered to himself, leaning down to inspect the curious plants a little closer.
Their petals were a bright purple, their stems a soft pink with tiny black speckles that covered their small soft green leaves. They were beautiful, Jest thought, and he reached out to pick one of them to bring home. Only to receive not the precious bounty of the untamed forest, but rather a blast of reddish pink dust that stuck to his muzzle.
Stumbling backward, the stallion spat and snorted, trying to clear the unpleasant smelling plant matter from his airways. Though initially rather sweet, the scent of the flower had morphed into one almost akin to a rotting animal of some kind. He hacked, coughed, and smeared his face across the ground, eventually managing to rid himself of the oddly sticky pollen.
“Augh that was gross,” he bitterly remarked. “Now I know why no one uses this path; it's filled with asshole plants.”
Jest gave the dirt a kick, sending a plethora of stones into the field and causing a few more jets of pollen. Thankfully he was far enough away not to receive another face full of unpleasantness, though it still made him wary. By then all of the good cheer he had felt a moment earlier was gone, replaced by an immeasurable disappointment.
“Augh my morning is ruined,” he bitterly exclaimed.
When he began to move once more his steps were slow, and his frown deep. He just wanted to leave this awful place, though now that he was thinking about it, Jest didn't know where the path went. With that thought firmly in mind, the stallion figured that turning around was probably for the best, and he trotted angrily back the way he came.
Without even the small joy of seeing something new to keep him motivated, the stallion’s mood only plummeted even further. Dragging his hooves with each step, Jest slowly trudged out of the forest, his mind already contemplating what to have for lunch. A half dozen cream cheese bagels and a large double double seemed like the perfect way to turn his day around.
“Mmmm, I can't already taste it now,” he murmured. “I wonder if Pinkie Pie is working- oof.”
The stallion blinked, and looked down to find that he had nearly tripped over what appeared to be a heavy tome of some kind. Leaning closer, the stallion approached it hesitantly, silently worrying about a repeat from last time. When he spied no traps, or tricks, the earth pony hesitantly poked open the top page and began to read.
“You gaze upon the property of Zecora the shaman. If you are reading this then please return it to thirty four drearyville road. If you do, I will take your load,” he read aloud.
Jest blinked, and reread it. “Take your load? That sounds weirdly sexual, but like. In a good way.”
His eyes went wide with excitement. “Oh boy I wonder if this is like that story I read about the zebra shaman who fell in love with the guy who returned her grimoire.”
Jest excitedly pranced around in a circle, all of his anger fleeing the moment he began to imagine the rather vivid scene. “Oh that would be so awesome. I wonder if she has some kind of potions that can make her tits bigger, or maybe add a few inches to my dick,” he posited.
Though slightly above average, the stallion wasn't exactly well endowed, and some small part of him yearned for this to change. Almost as much as he wanted desperately to knock someone up and then fuck them the entire time they were pregnant. With his lust now spiralling out of control, and a heat blooming in his loins, Jest picked up the pace, eagerly sprinting to Zecora’s house.
He wasn't sure how he knew where it was, but after only a few minutes of searching later and he had found it. The home itself wasn't overly large, though it looked cozy, and unlike Jest’s crappy apartment, probably didn't cost a thousand bits a month in rent.
“I wonder if after she falls in love with me she'll let me move in,” Jest wondered aloud.
Stepping up to the door, Jest hugged the book a little tighter under a foreleg, a confident smile crossing his face. After rapping twice on the wooden entrance, Jest took a step back, excitedly waiting for a response. Sure enough a moment later Zecora appeared, the zebra wearing her usual mohawk and many golden rings which bound her neck.
Her expression was cautious though optimistic, and she eyed up Jest briefly before speaking to the stallion. “Greetings young stallion from me to you. Is there something I might do?” Zecora inquired.
“The name’s Jest, just Jest and I found this book that seems to be yours,” Jest proclaimed, extending the book triumphantly. “There wouldn't happen to be a reward by chance would there?”
Zecora gasped, and swiped the tome from the stallion’s grasp, leafing rapidly through its pages.
A little disheartened, Jest cleared his throat. “If not, that's fine. I’m just a little lost so honestly I’d accept some directions as compensation.”
“Oh that will not do, especially after all you’ve been through,” Zecora replied, placing the book aside.
Jest blinked, and stood a little straighter, gazing curiously up at the mare. “Well I mean it wasn't that hard.”
“That is utter nonsense. Its retrieval must have been quite tense. For you see I lost it in a manticore’s den, near a deep dark glen.”
“Well I uh…” Jest coughed awkwardly. “Yeah that's totally what happened. It was a hard fight but I’m tougher than I look.”
“That I simply don't believe. Why I bet victory for you was easy to achieve,” Zecora complemented.
Jest smiled, and subtly struck a pose. “Totally. In fact it wasn't even that hard because I’m just so awesome.”
“That I can easily see, why don't you come in with me?” Zecora offered, taking a step back and extending a hoof towards the interior of her home.
“Sure thing!” Jest eagerly replied, the stallion trotting into the fragrant hut excitedly. “So is there a reward of some kind because that line in the book was rather suggestive.”
“Of course there is a great reward, one more valuable than any dragon’s hoard,” Zecora replied.
Jest’s eyes went wide. “No way, is it a blowjob?”
“It is much more than a simple job, though on your dick I will bob,” Zecora exclaimed, the zebra smiling seductively at the earth pony stallion. “I will do much more than simply ride your pole, for you see I must offer you my soul.”
“No way,” Jest murmured.
The zebra ducked into a deep bow, splaying her hooves wide. “Noble Jest with heart like steel, would you please make this mare squeal. To serve you forever is my desire, and with me many children will you sire.”
“Fuck yeah!” Jest cried, pumping a hoof into the air.
Zecora looked up at him in confusion.
Noticing the slightly baffled look on the mare’s face, Jest cleared his throat and tried to appear as regal as he could muster. “I accept your devotion. For I carry with me the exact same emotion.”
Zecora rose back to her full height, towering over the short stallion. “Your words fill my heart with joy, now come on, and let's try for a boy.”
Jest’s already massive grin grew even larger when the zebra turned around and presented herself to the stallion. With her drooling pussy lips and moderately sized breasts now fully revealed, Jest couldn't help but get hard. His first instinct was to immediately leap atop the zebra and fuck her ruthlessly, though he stopped himself.
“Before we start do you have any potions that could make your tits bigger, or perhaps make my cock even larger?” Jest inquired.
“Oh but of course, why I can make you as big as a horse,” Zecora replied, gesturing to the wall of bottles behind Jest’s head.
The stallion turned and quickly scanned down the line, his excitement growing with each label he read. Doublious Dickous, Double the length of your dick, one proclaimed. Hugicious Boobicous, triple your cup size, declared another. Snatching up those two, the stallion almost turned away when he saw a potion he hadn't noticed on the first inspection.
“Endless Broodicous, carry quintuplets guaranteed,” Jest read aloud, turning to the zebra and thrusting two of the potions at her. “Here, drink these.”
“Oh my, isn't that quite risque? Though for you there is no price I would not pay,” Zecora exclaimed.
“I like boobs, and I want to fill you to the absolute brim with babies,” Jest proclaimed, throwing his hooves into the air.
“On that we both agree,” Zecora replied with a blush. “And I will drink both with glee.”
Jest hopped excitedly from hoof to hoof as he excitedly watched the zebra drink both potions. “Now turn around and raise your butt again, I wanna watch them grow,” Jest commanded.
“As you wish oh master of mine. I find that idea perfectly fine,” Zecora replied.
A second later the zebra turned around, spread her legs and presented herself once more, this time pushing her hips out slightly to further display her breasts. Which were fairly large already, though not quite big enough for Jest’s taste though thankfully that would change soon. Placing his hooves against the soft, tender flesh of his new partner’s tits, Jest waited impatiently for the changes to begin.
He didn't have to do so for long, though that didn't stop him from massaging the mare’s tender breasts lovingly. Causing a series of soft, feminine moans to spill from Zecora’s lips, the volume of which grew exponentially not long after. For her skin had begun to stretch, and her boobs began to rapidly expand, filling the stallion’s hooves before overflowing off the sides.
“Oh yeah, that's the stuff,” Jest murmured to himself.
The zebra’s breasts continued to expand until they were so large that they filled the space between her legs almost completely. Only then did they stop, leaving Zecora gasping in ecstasy, her entire body quivering with barely contained lust.
“I did not know that would feel so good. Please master Jest give me your thick wood,” Zecora pleaded, the zebra’s pussy winking invitingly.
“One last thing before we can begin,” Jest replied, popping the top off the last potion.
Downing the thick substance, Jest was surprised to taste that it was nearly identical to that of a strawberry shake. He had expected something foul, or at least strange and not his favorite thing to order from sugarcube corner.
“That was really good. Now then let's see what… woah,” Jest murmured, gazing down at his growing cock.
His turgid length was expanding rapidly, growing past the point that it would normally stop all while becoming remarkably thicker. Nine, ten inches and still it kept going until it was nearly as long as his entire torso at a startling twelve total inches in length. Not only that but it was nearly as thick as one of his hooves, with a heavy bead of precum already dribbling from its throbbing tip.
“Damn I’m big,” Jest murmured.
“Come on master, give it to me, I promise to be good to thee,” Zecora pleaded, the zebra shaking her generous flanks for the stallion.
“Just let me savor this moment for a little longer,” Jest exclaimed, his hooves kneading the zebra’s soft, supple tit flesh.
It was everything the young stallion had dreamed of and more. The sheer softness was unlike even the most expensive of silks, and the priciest of pillows. He wanted to sleep on them, to lay atop the mare’s tits like a waterbed. Resisting the urge to motor boat them was difficult, but thankfully his own throbbing erection helped in that regard.
“Alright let's get this show on the road, but first I want you on top and to ride me until I fill you full of baby batter,” Jest commanded.
Zecora moaned, and ran a hoof down her chest. “Oh master of mine, that sounds divine.”
Too lust addled to care, the stallion lay down on the cold ground, and was surprised at how soft it was. Though not quite as good as his own bed, the jester found that it was suitable enough for his purposes. Zecora didn't seem to mind either, as the zebra was waddling over to him, her breasts quaking and slapping together with each step.
It was a remarkable sight, one which Jest knew he was going to enjoy every single day from here on out. It also tied him over until she stepped over him, her wide hips dominating his smaller frame. With a grunt, she lifted her mammoth tits and settled them against Jest’s stomach, causing a shudder to run through the male
“Fuck yeah this is good,” he muttered.
“Of that I am glad, for more pleasure I will soon add,” Zecora whispered seductively.
“Let's get right to it then eh?” Jest prompted, the stallion grabbing his partner by the hips.
“Allow me to sit, so we may start to do it,” Zecora murmured.
The mare closed her eyes, and reached behind her with a hoof, guiding her partner’s throbbing erection towards her aching hole. When the stallion’s tip met her glistening folds, it slid readily inside, aided by a copious amount of pre. There was only a single moment of hard resistance, just enough to tantalize the male, before he slipped into his partner’s pussy.
He was immediately awashed in pleasure, and the tender embrace was everything he had ever fantasized about.
The tightness was beyond compare, and certainly better than his hooves or mouth had ever been able to recreate. It wasn't overly tight however, just enough to add a bit of resistance to the act but not so much that she had to go slow.
“This is perfect,” Jest muttered, crossing his forehooves behind his head.
The mare needed no more words of prompting and began to shift her hips back and forth like a trained dancer. With each movement of her hips, more of Jest’s throbbing length slid into her, making the zebra moan seductively. The act itself was slow, yet not too slow, again doing exactly what the stallion wanted without him even having to ask.
He wasn't sure how, but it was like she was in his head, reading his thoughts and finding out what he liked. Either way he didn't care, so long as she kept taking more of his dick, which is exactly what she was doing.
While she moved, her breasts squished and jiggled against Jest’s stomach, covering the stallion’s lower half almost completely. It was like having a bean bag chair filled with jello placed atop him, and Jest couldn't help but reach out and touch them. They were just so big, and juicy that it made him want to suck on Zecora’s large dark nipples.
Then with a thump, their hips connected, and Jest felt his cock bottom out inside of her lover’s pussy. For a moment neither said anything, with both parties marveling at how deep they had managed to go in such a short time. As evidenced by the noticeable bulge that Jest’s cock made in Zecora’s midsection, ending at right above her belly button.
“You feel so good inside of me. It is like I have laid with a small tree,” Zecora remarked with a small chuckle.
“And you feel amazing too. I don't think I’ll ever be able to go back to beating off alone,” Jest added.
“You do not have to worry about that with me around. For now you will always have a pussy to pound,” Zecora rhymed, flashing the male a wide smile.
“That is so hot. Keep going please,” Jest encouraged.
“You don't need to make such requests, simply lay back and enjoy my breasts,” Zecora replied.
“Don't mind if I do!” Jest declared before doing just that.
With his forehooves now kneading the mare’s soft titflesh, the male watched in rapt attention as she shifted her body around. Now with her forehooves placed on either side of his head, she began to rock back and forth, easing Jest’s cock out of her wet hole. Her pace was slow, but again not too slow, exactly the speed necessary for Jest to get used to how good she felt.
Then just as the stallion had gained a handle on his pleasure, she began to move faster, a wide smile crossing her face. With one hoof holding her up, the zebra touched and caressed her lover, exploring his body. It was an intimate moment, one made even more so when she leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips.
Her submissive attitude invited Jest to press forward, which was exactly what he did. A hoof went to the back of her head, and his tongue eagerly dove between her lips. It was messy, yet Zecora seemed to enjoy it, moaning into his mouth as she continued to rock her hips.
Then he pulled back, allowing her to do the same.
“Go hard. I want to fill you to the absolute brim,” Jest whispered.
“As you wish master, I will now go faster,” Zecora excitedly declared.
Her body shifted forward, and with a wet slurping noise, she nearly pulled completely off his length. Then with a thump she slammed right back, impaling herself on his dick, and stuffing her pussy full. For a moment Jest swore he could feel his cock bump against her cervix, a thought that turned him on even more.
It was enough to make him think of cumming, which made him giddy, and a part of him wanted to rush to do just that. Yet he held off, as this was his first real time and he didn't want to waste it by being overzealous. Even though he knew they had the rest of their lives to fuck like a pair of horny rabbits.
Biting on the inside of his mouth, Jest rode out the waves of pleasure, hanging onto his exotic Zebra lover as she bounced on his dick. Each movement she made was perfectly trained, and expertly executed, giving the jester the feeling that she was giving him a lap dance. While also working his cock like a professional street walker with decades of experience.
It was everything he had ever dreamed of, as even the soft, subtle moans she made were perfect. It was like she was made for him, with each one of his senses being perfectly aroused and captivated by the mare. Her boobs were soft, her pussy tight, her voice enticing and she even smelled like cinnamon and brown sugar, his favorite scents.
With each wet slap he drew closer, and the stallion knew it wouldn't be long before he came. By then they were connected almost constantly, with Zecora rarely pulling back more than an inch or two. Again this was perfect, as Jest was looking forward to the feeling of unloading directly into the zebra’s womb and flooding her ovaries with seed.
It was too much for him, and soon he could feel his orgasm become all but inevitable. The second he made this realization his grip tightened and his cock throbbed as he drew close to the end.
“B-beg for it,” he stuttered.
“For what should I beg? For your sperm to meet my egg?” Zecora replied.
Jest nodded vigorously. “Yeah that.”
Zecora licked her lips seductively. “Oh Jest I yearn for you to knock me up. I want to be so full that it's impossible to cover up. I want to be more pregnant than any mare. Please give me foals to bare.”
“Just a little more!” Jest exclaimed, his body already trembling.
“Your cock fits inside of me like a glove. Please oh please, give me your love,” Zecora continued. “To be pregnant is all I’ve craved. To your will I swear to be enslaved.”
Jest’s eye twitched and his hips jerked forward, burying himself in the zebra’s pussy. “I’m coming!” he cried.
“As am I, and that's no lie,” Zecora muttered through grit teeth.
Jizz the volume of which could put out a grease fire erupted from the firehose that was Jest’s cock. The first blast of which made Zecora yelp in surprise, her startled shout turning into a moan of ecstasy. One which droned on and on as she came hard, her entire body shaking vigorously.
Jest barely noticed this as he was staring in wonder at the way his lover’s belly ballooned outward. He had expected his cum to shoot out of her, yet she was taking load after load without spilling a drop. Even as her stomach reached the point that it eclipsed her titanic tits, Zecora continued to take it all.
“Wow that's amazing,” Jest murmured, rubbing his forehooves across Zecora’s taught belly. “It looks like your already pregnant.”
“That I am, and that's no scam,” Zecora rhymed.
Jest blinked. “That last one wasn't the best but hey it doesn't matter this is still hot. Wait, am I still hard? How is that possible.”
“From the potion comes this effect. Of this I thought you checked,” Zecora replied.
Jest shrugged. “Whatever, it's no big deal. I just don't want you to pop or something.”
“Of that we need not worry, now your cock you need to bury,” Zecora declared, the zebra grinning lecherously at her partner.
“Whatever the reason, this is awesome,” Jest exclaimed. “Wanna keep going?”
“Do you even need to ask? You must know this is a pleasurable task,” Zecora replied.
“Right, of course,” Jest clopped a hoof upside his head. “Lets swap this time though. I wanna be on top.”
“That sounds great, my wonderful mate,” Zecora purred.
“What the hell happened to him anyway?” asked the doctor, who gestured toward the twitching form of a strange yellow stallion.
“I found him twitching on the forest floor. While on the way to the grocery store. The poor fool sniffed a dangerous flower. One with a most unpleasant power,” Zecora explained.
“Oh fuck yeah…” Jest muttered, his body writhing as he came again.
“That's nasty. Is he stuck like that forever?” asked the disgusted doctor.
Zecora shook her head. “He will be like that for a day. Possibly less, let us pray.”
The doctor nodded slowly as Jest continued to shake continually, his eyes closed tightly. “So what should we do with him exactly?” asked the professional.
“Give him plenty of water, and keep him away from your daughter,” Zecora remarked, sparing the twitching, bed bound male a pity filled sigh. “At least he's having pleasant dreams, or so it seems.”
“That's something I guess,” murmured the doctor.
“Oh Zecora your tits are banging,” Jest exclaimed before mumbling something under his breath.
“I really should go. My lawn I need to mow,” Zecora remarked, blushing slightly.
“Don't worry Zecora. We’ll take care of him. Thanks again for your help by the way. We aren't trained to deal with stuff like this,” offered the doctor.
“Let us hope you never need to be, please excuse me while I flee,” Zecora remarked.