Making A Life
Dawn in the Everfree Forest is different from most places in Equestria. The dense patches of canopy in the forest block out a good portion of the sun’s light. Dawn in the Everfree is when the deepest of shadows recede and the creatures of the forest stir. The creatures of night settle down for their rest as the day dwellers rise from their homes. The forest is an odd mix of sound and silence, where peace is found in the flow of nature’s melody.
Two of the forest’s denizens slowly stir with the rest of the creatures. One a rather large, if almost alicorn sized dragon with purple and green scapes, the other a light gray and black striped zebra. The two of them share a rather comfortable bed, wrapped in each other’s embrace. The first of them to wake is the dragon who lays still watching his lover sleep, not wanting to disturb her peaceful dreams. His claws gently stroke her back in soft, loving, motions.
Half an hour passes that feels like eternity before the zebra slowly blinks awake looking up into the eyes of her lover. Smiling, she leans forward and gives him a kiss. Their kiss lasts for a bit before they have to pull away.
“Good morning Spike, my love, my precious turtle dove.” She says as she leans in against his chest.
“Good morning Zecora, did you sleep well?” Spike asks as he runs his claws through her mane, gently fixing her bedhead.
“Like a snake in the sun, my lovely Hun.” Zecora replies, smiling as Spike works his magic with her mane.
Spike doesn’t say anything for a bit as he works on her mane. It doesn’t take long for him to straighten it out, but he doesn’t stop, his claws gently massaging her head and neck as he holds her lovingly. The two of them stay like that, peacefully resting and enjoying each other’s company for a bit before Zecora puts a hoof on Spike’s leg.
“As much as I enjoy your touch, I can only take so much.” She smirks at him. “Unless your claw’s stride is to get me to give you a ride.”
“As much as I would love that, Zecora, I just wanted to relax you and spend time with you.” Spike gives her a quick kiss. “Plus, we’d have to get up soon anyway, we both have things to do today.”
“That we do, even though I would rather spend that day with you.” She gives him a quick peck on the lips before slipping out of his grasp.
“Why don’t you go clean up while I make breakfast?” Spike suggests as he gets up from their bed.
Zecora nods as she walks towards their bathroom. Her old tree hut underwent some magical renovations when Spike moved in. In particular a new bathroom with a rainwater tank was grown into the tree with Twilight’s help. Heating runes inscribed onto the pipes let the water come out warm no matter the time of year, and similar runes on the tank help keep it from freezing in the winter.
Spike moves the big cauldron out of the way so he can start the fire, breathing a puff of darker green fire to light it but not send it to Celestia. Once the fire is going he pulls out a griddle and starts cooking, getting some hay bacon cooking while he mixes up the batter for pancakes. Before long he has two plates of hotcakes and haybacon ready to go just in time for Zecora to finish her shower.
The pair of them sit by the fire and enjoy their breakfast. Neither feels the need to say anything as they enjoy their breakfast. Spike lays a wing across Zecora’s back as she leans against him. They take their time, but eventually Spike has to stand up and get ready for the day himself. He hefts the cauldron back over the fire, and heads into the bathroom as Zecora pulls out her herb basket.
Zecora spends the next little while checking over her stocks, noting down what herbs she needs to collect.She hums a little tune as she makes the list, and after a few minutes Spike begins to hum along too as he steps out of the shower. Spike steps up beside her and gives her a kiss.
“Will you come with me to the edge of the forest?” Spike asks as he breaks the kiss.
“Of course hun, it will be nice to see you off with the rising sun.” Zecora says as she sets her herb basket on her back.
“Then we don’t have any time to waste.” Spike says as he scoops her up and sets her on his back, earning a surprised knicker from her.
Their travel through the Everfree is slow, but pleasant. The gentle breeze whistles through the trees and a few animals scurry away as they pass. The gentle peace of the forest makes their walk that much more relaxing. The two of them not saying much as they listen to the world around them. Eventually they make it to the edge, the bright light of Celestia’s morning sun brings the world around them into clarity.
“It appears this is my stop, thank you dear for letting me ride on top.” Zecora says as she hops off, catching her herb basket with a hoof as she lands.
“You’re welcome, honey. I’ll be back later this afternoon.” Spike says, giving her a quick kiss on the lips.
“Have a good day, my handsome bae.” Zecora says after returning the kiss.
“You too.” Spike says before starting down the path towards Ponyville.
Zecora sits there at the edge of the Everfree Forest, letting the sun’s light warm her coat as she watches Spike walk towards Ponyville. To her eyes it’s a pleasant sight, watching his ass sway with every step. It stirs a warmth in her that makes her wish she could have stayed in bed with him. As he finally disappears around a bend in the path that cuts behind a large hill she stands up and starts back into the forest.
The cooling shade of the forest does nothing to alleviate the warm tingle in her nethers as she starts to seek out the herbs she needs. She hums an ancient zebra tune as she walks through the forest. Stopping after a bit to collect some Feverfew flowers growing where the canopy has parted slightly to let a good amount of light in. She stops to enjoy the beauty of the world where the light and darkness play in harmony.
Eventually she moves on heading further and further into the forest to collect the various herbs she needs. As she walks, the warmth in her netheres refuses to fade, instead becoming a bit stronger. She thinks on it a bit as she gathers stinging nettles for a tincture and then it hits her.
“You silly horse, you’re in heat of course.” She says aloud as she face hoofs.
Zecora sighs and slowly moves on to find the other herbs she needs. Every step is laced with a slowly growing need to breed. The pit of warmth in her stomach slowly grows with every stop she makes, transforming from a gentle campfire into a roaring bonfire by the time she makes it back to her hut. Her marehood drools a little as she sets up her freshly gathered herbs to dry. Every step leaves a few droplets of her pussy juices, making a trail cross the floor as she works.
Every measurement she makes, every step she takes, every stir of the pot, every plop of her plot, that burning need is there. Her work is slow, brewing up the tonic for Granny Smith takes a bit longer than expected, and so does the Elixir of Magicka, which she has to restart twice after losing concentration and overheating it. Eventually she has the brews she has to make done for the day.
In preparation for delivering them she heads out back of the hut to the rainwater tank, turning a valve to get a cold shower from the storage. The sudden chill cools down her libido a bit, helping her to think a lot clearer. After turning off the tap she heads back inside and collects the brews she needs to deliver and begins her trek into Ponyville.
A couple hours later, Zecora has most of her deliveries done, the last one being the Elixir of Magicka. The effects of the cold shower wore off a long time ago, the hot tingling in her nethers having returned twice as strong. Thankfully her last delivery is to a rather safe space, away from the rest of the town and the few stallions eyeing her up. Zecora slowly walks up the steps to Twilight’s castle, a place both familiar to her and still strange.
Once it was just Twilight’s home, now it served as a place of governance over the Everfree Provenance. Twilight was put in charge of the area a year ago, with Spike acting as her seneschal. Twilight was happy as it let her continue her magical research, which was why she needed the Elixir of Magicka, for an experiment of hers.
Zecora steps inside the castle, breathing a sigh of relief that she’s away from the staring eyes of the town. She rests for a minute by the door before hitting a button on the crystal wall, a moment later a loud bell rings throughout the castle. The bell rings three times before falling silent. It doesn’t take long for the familiar face of Twilight to come to the entrance hall, with her husband following along behind.
“Zecora, it’s good to see you.” Twilight says as she walks over to the zebra.
“Likewise Twilight, have you had a good fortnight?” Zecora asks, doing her best to appear normal and prevent herself from making a mess in front of her sister in law.
“Yes, it’s been a good couple of weeks. With spring in full swing I’ve had less time for my experiments with the planning for events, however, thanks to Spike that’s been sorted out efficiently.” Twilight gives Zecora a smile. “Now that I can return to my research, I can actually use that Elixir of Magicka.”
“The Elixir of Magicka is powerful stuff, mistakes with it can be quite rough.” Zecora cautions as she passes it over. “Might I speak with Spike privately, on a personal matter between I and he?”
“Of course, take your time, and thank you again for this Zecora. Spike, I’ll be in my lab.” Twilight says with a nod before turning and heading off to her lab.
Zecora all but drags Spike with her into a side room, making sure to shut the door before turning back to Spike.
“Spike can you please come back with me to the hut, I fear I am in rut.” Zecora says as she rubs her legs together to try and fight off the burning itch.
“Rut… oh! Right, I forgot that it was coming up soon.” Spike says, rubbing the back of his head.
“It’s been going to my head and making me really wish you and I had just stayed in bed.” Zecora says as she wobbles over to him.
“Okay, I’m taking you home, but first I have to let Twilight know I’ll be gone for the rest of the day.” Spike says, giving her a kiss on the lips before continuing. “I’ll be right back.”
Zecora whimpers and nods as he leaves. His scent lingers in her mind making every second he’s gone ache with need. It feels like an eternity before the door opens and he returns. He doesn’t say anything, simply scooping her up in his arms and carrying her out of the castle. The moment they’re outside Spike takes to the air and flies them to the edge of the Everfree, where he sets down and sets Zecora on his back. It’s a quick trek back to their hut, where Spike carries Zecora to their bed and lays her on her back.
He gives her a kiss on the lips as he uses one of his claws to gently tease her marehood, the sudden gentle teasing makes Zecora moan into the kiss. Spike slowly moves from teasing her to pushing his claw into her, and gently swirling it around in her. She shudders in his arms as she moans, her body begging for more as he pulls his claw from her.
“I’m going to make you feel wonderful.” He whispers in her ear before slowly kissing his way down her chest.
His trail of kisses ends at her dripping and heat stricken marehood, the scent boring its way into his head. His tongue slips from his lips and laps at her pussy, tasting her tangy and sweet juices, a hint of elderberry lingering on his tongue. The taste drives him to press his tongue deeper into her, his lips coming to rest against her lower pair in a passionate “kiss” as his tongue digs deep into her.
As his tongue dances in her depths, Zecora moans a symphony of pleasure, her body twitching and shuddering under the pleasurable assault of Spike’s tongue. Her body rattles with another big shudder as Spike rubs her clit with his tongue as he withdraws it from her depths. Her juices constantly leak from her marehood and Spike laps them up, making her moan and groan as his tongue teases them off of her body.
All of a sudden Zecora arches her back and lets out a piercing moan as Spike suckles on her clit. The sudden and powerful sucking drives her over a cliff of pleasure, her juices splattering all over Spike’s face as she has the most powerful orgasm she’s had in a while. When Spike pulls his face away from her crotch it’s absolutely splattered with her juices, he uses his long tongue to clean up some of them before he leans in and starts to gently play with her teats.
He gently suckles on each of them, using his tongue to tease his way around the areola before flicking the teat with his tongue. The gentle pokes and prods make Zecora moan her hooves coming down to hold him against her crotch tits. Spike looks up at her with playful eyes as he gently nibbles on her teat, earning a loud moan from Zecora and a bit of milk from her teat. Spike gives an appreciative hum as he suckles her teat, drinking some more of her milk before moving over to her other teat.
Spike spends a minute or so playing with her teat, teasing her a bit and drinking more of her milk. Every little teasing touch he does makes Zecora moan and shudder with pleasure. Eventually she pulls his head off of her teats and stares down at him.
“As much as this pleasure is heady, I want you to breed me already.” Zecora says between panting breaths.
“Your wish is my command.” He replies, giving her a lustful grin.
Spike rises to his full, four legged height, his hard cock standing proud and ready to pound her. He crawls atop her, his cock dripping a little bit of precum onto her tail as brings his cock to rest against her marehood. Spike leans down and gives Zecora a kiss as he presses his cock into her. The two of them moan into the kiss as he slips his cock deeper and deeper into her, only stopping when his knot presses against her lower lips.
He holds himself there for a few moments, kissing Zecora for a bit. Slowly he pulls his hips back, letting Zecora’s honeypot squeeze his cock as he goes until all that’s left inside of her is the tip. He pauses for a moment before thrusting back in, his cock grinding against sensitive spots that make her whole body shudder with pleasure as she moans to the heavens. His knot presses into her a little, spreading her even wider for a second before he pulls back and does it again.
Spike settles into a rhythm, thrusting into her over and over again, slowly working her towards a second and then third orgasm. Her walls greedily hug his cock, trying to keep inside of her as he ruts her into the bed. Any semblance of thought having long left Zecora as her lover fucks her hard. As Zecora builds towards a fourth orgasm, Spike’s cock twitches hard inside of her as he nears his one climax.
“B-breed me, honey.” Zecora whispers out breathily.
That’s all the encouragement Spike needs, he thrusts into her one last time, his knot slipping inside of her with ease as he lets out a loud moan. His cock twitches and pulses deep inside of her as he unloads his virile spunk into her fertile womb. Zecora comes again as the molten spunk fills her depths. The exhaustion of her heat and multiple orgasms leaves her utterly spent, drifting off to sleep in her husband’s arms.
Morning rolls around slowly for the sleeping couple, the exhaustion of the previous day’s activities having taken a toll on them. Eventually Zecora slips out from under Spike’s wing, and heads to the bathroom to clean up. It takes a bit to get all the dried spunk out of her tail, but when she’s done she almost misses it. Exiting the shower she heads to her alchemical cauldron and begins to work on a potion. It doesn’t take long to make and when she’s done she holds it in her hooves. As she looks at it Spike steps out of their room and looks at her.
“What have you got there, Zecora?”
“A potion of soothsayer, to see if I shall be your egg layer.” Zecora replies.
With a little needle she pricks her hoof and drips a single drop of blood into the potion. The potion glows red for a moment before settling into a murky off white. She takes a single sip from it and her eyes glow white for a moment before slowly dimming. With a big smile she turns and leaps at Spike giving him a big hug.
“We’re going to be parents!”
Spike wraps her in his arms holding her tightly as he gives her a kiss. They stay like that for a while, happier than they ever thought they could be.