The sky was dull gray, or was it more a fading blue, or perhaps a rippling flurry of colors? It was impossible to tell in the Everfree Forest. For many locals of Ponyville, this wooded region was seen as a dangerous, some say “cursed” area. But for a certain purple unicorn, she didn’t care. Walking through the few visible dirt trails that cut through the forest, like the veins of a massive beast, or monster of unknown size, Tempest Shadow made her way through the woods. She had heard that this area was full of timberwolves, but even as the unstable magic crackled through her broken horn, she knew she was more than a match for any creature here. As she continued to walk, she couldn’t stop but reflect upon what happened, and how she had begun this journey.
After the tragic accident that had taken her horn from her, as well as scaring her face, Tempest had fled her home. For years, she had gone through many different means in which she could try and get her magic back. Ranging from various potions, attachments, to magical experiments, and other means that had not only failed, but often cracked her already damaged horn further. Frustrated and desperate, she eventually turned to the service of the Storm King. She didn’t care how many ponies would suffer, or if all of Equestria would be dominated by what was little more than a deranged ape with a lightning staff. So long as she had her magic back, that’s all that mattered.
When she was betrayed, and turned on by her former employer, Tempest was now wallowing in melancholy. At first, Princess Twilight tried to aid her, but though they managed to stabilize her magic to the point she could somewhat use it. That wasn’t what Tempest needed to lift her spirits. Though personal and private, a somewhat hidden shame she had, the real source of her woe was that throughout the many years of her reckless self tampering to regain magic held a devastating side effect. Tempest was sterile, incapable of having foals.
At first, she thought she accepted this, but as the last couple years passed on, Tempest felt an urge, a longing to eventually start a family of her own. Though even if she wasn’t basically barren, most stallions were too intimidated by her; and the few who weren’t were either taken, or it would remind her that there was no point in having random sex with some stud if she can’t even bear a foal out of it. If not for Twilight, Tempest would’ve only continued to wallow in despair. The Princess of Friendship, having noticed the mare’s worries, through a long conversation, learned of Tempest’s source of worry.
This was why Tempest was making her way through the Everfree Forest, to seek out the one Twilight suggested she should meet. Zecora, the zebra hermit who lived deep in the forest. Though zebras were not known for magic in the way a unicorn might understand magic, their skills in alchemy were legendary, and what little could be called magic, their “rituals”, were another thing to consider. Twilight suggested Zecora, if not as a solution, then at least a direction Tempest could use. After everything she had gone through, the Princess wanted her to at least be happy.
As the many steps of her journey concluded in her mind, Tempest found herself in a strange place within the Everfree. A massive tree, in which a straw, thatch, and wooden hut had been carved and shaped into the long, thick roots of this tree. Surrounding it were a number of masks Tempest believed were zebra in origin. But what was even more strange about this area, was how quiet it suddenly became. There were empty bottles hanging from branches, but while she could hear at least some unseen birds, the sound seemed to become silent as soon as she got close to the hut.
“Well, that explains how she could live here.” Tempest commented to herself, looking around a few more times. Sighing, she approached the door. “Alright…let’s do this.” Knocking at the door, she awaited Zecora's arrival. After a few moments, the door opened.
Standing there was Zecora, a beautiful zebra who wore simple clothes that hugged around her body. Tempest had always been a head taller than the average pony, so when she met this zebra’s face, she was surprised to see that Zecora was just as tall as she was. It was strange, almost shocking as the mare looked this zebra in the eyes, rather than having to stare down at who she was speaking to. All of this contrasted with Tempest’s own attire. Though she discarded the mercenary armor that she wore in service to the Storm King, she still wore a durable pair of pants, sleeveless shirt until a tough but thin jacket. Zecora looked at her for a moment, almost as if to examine her before finally opening her mouth.
“Hello and welcome my dear.” Zecora spoke, her rhythmic voice only seemed to echo in the mare’s mind like a strange and mysterious sweetness. “What can I do to help you? For what brought you here?”
“I’ve come…okay, I’m here on a recommendation.” Tempest commented, realizing that beating around the bush wouldn’t help her. “Princess Twilight suggested you, and at this point, I’ll try anything.”
“I see, we'll come inside.” Zecora commented, gesturing Tempest to enter the hut. The inside was just as mystical looking as the outside, with a strong herbal smell in the air. Numerous dried herbs, leaves, and other plants hung, while small incense burned. “Now, what service can I provide?”
“Well…okay, I’m sorry, this is just really embarrassing.” Tempest sighed, shivering slightly as she worked up the courage to confess her worries to this zebra. “I’m…I’m infertile, and I want your help in fixing it.”
“I see, that is quite the inability.” Zecora replied, contemplating several possible options for a moment. “But I believe I have some means to aid in your fertility.” Tempest’s face almost beamed with a sudden flicker of hope.
“You’re saying you know a way? Really?” Tempest asked, leaning over the table a little as she was trying to believe this could be true. Her thoughts then caught up with her feelings, reminding her of being hopeful before. “I’ve tried everything else. Potions, artifacts, magics of all kinds, everything. What can you possibly do?”
“I understand your worries, but I shall do what means I have been taught.” Zecora commented, speaking with a calm and confident tone. “And I shall show you what I can do, that pony magic cannot.”
“Alright, I’m in your care.” Tempest sighed, wanting to believe this can work. “What would you need me to do?”
“Firstly, I will need to examine your body, it’s nothing much.” Zecora explained, calmly getting uncomfortably close to the mare. “But I will, with consent, be required to touch.”
“I…alright…just get it over with-” Tempest didn’t get a chance to answer as Zecora’s hand groped at one of her breasts. The zebra’s touch was so rough, palming and pressing the unicorn’s breast, only to then do the same to the other one. “Do you really need to touch me like that?”
“Sorry to cause a shock, but this is for your health.” Zeocra answered, keeping her eyes on Tempest’s body as she spoke. Moving her hands more and more, she was moving all over the unicorn’s curves. “To get the proper assessment, I would need to go in depth.”
Zecora continued to rub and fondle the mare. Her hands were so smooth, and yet the way they groped and squeezed at her, it was almost sending a shiver through Tempest’s spine. It wasn’t that she was getting turned on by this, no, that couldn’t be the reason. Zecora was just really good with her hands, and it was hard to deny that part of it did feel good. At the very least, a warmth was beginning to grow in Tempest’s midsection, as her nipples were getting hard, and thighs were fidgeting a little. But eventually, the zebra stopped altogether, pulling her hands away.
“Now, I have good news, as well as bad for this endeavor.” Zecora explained, looking at Tempest’s eyes, rather than the rest of her body. “The good news being, though faint, you are not completely infertile. But for the bad, there is only a small chance left, and it will eventually become a now or never.”
Tempest was a flurry of emotions. Was there a chance? Could Zecora succeed where so many others had failed? The ideas of what she could do, it was becoming more and more for her. Even so, a blush ran across Tempest’s face as she tried to consider what Zecora could even ask of her. Was she going to just dose her with impossibly strong fertility potions, and she could just fuck some random stallion? Could that even work? Hope and worry, joy and doubt seemed to swell and blur within the unicorn.
“Oh yeah? Well that’s just so easy, isn’t it?” Tempest replied, sarcasm stuck heavily to her voice. “Cause it’s just going to be a cakewalk to find a stallion in time before my only chance is lost!”
“I understand you feel cheated.” Zecora sighed, remaining calm, and yet there was a seriousness in her voice. “But please, sarcasm is not needed.” Getting up, she walked over to one side of the hut, near a kitchen-like area. After a moment, she returned with a couple cups of steaming tea.
“Sorry, I’m just so stressed.” Tempest sighed, taking the tea. “It’s just…it would take far too long for me to find anyone who could help me. And even then, there’s no guarantee.”
“This is something I have wondered about. Why is it that pony sex and conception is filled with so many complications.” Zecora commented, taking a big sip of her tea, followed by a small sigh of comfort. “While my people, our procreation comes with more compensation.”
“What do you mean?” Tempest asked, raising a curious eyebrow. “I know there’s gonna be somewhat of a difference, but how different can it actually be?”
“For starters, in my culture, a mare of breeding age can simply find any stallion for a one and done.” Zecora replied, almost blushing a little as if thinking about such an activity. “After that, rather than a single family, all the young are raised in the village as one.”
“So it takes a village to raise a foal?” Tempest asked, to which Zecora nodded her head. “That’s…that just sounds…I’m sorry, but I don’t think I have words for it.”
“I understand. For us zebras, this is simply the way.” Zecora replied, smiling softly as she took another sip. “Because there are no burdens or obligations, spouses are not even pressured to stay.”
“I see…well, regardless, I don’t think I have the luxury of going to your homeland.” Tempest replied, drinking more and more of this tea. The warm liquid was soothing, feeling a sense of relaxation slowly coursing through her. “But Ponyville isn’t exactly full of eligible stallions.”
“Oh yes, Ponyville is a well and good place. But lacks the strong stallions you’ll need.” Zecora replied, finishing her drink. “For your condition, only the strength of zebra seed will help you breed.”
“Which is even harder.” Tempest sighed, finishing her tea as she rubbed her forehead in frustration. “Ponyville doesn’t have a single zebra…well, other than you. So if I specifically need a zebra stallion, then I’m fucked.”
“Do not worry, and do not fear, for your salvation has not yet been denied.” Zecora commented, smiling a calm and almost soothing expression to the mare. “I believe I have a service that I can provide.”
“Really? Even after all this, you believe I have a chance?” Tempest asked, feeling that flicker of hope fill her a little bit again. “What can you possibly do?”
“Well, I’m sorry to say, it will come as a bit of a surprise.” Zecora explained, seemingly nervous about something, whatever it was she was thinking about. “But for now, I will need help gathering the supplies.”
Getting up, Zecora walked over to some of her shelves. Grabbing at several jars, containers, bottles, and otherwise strange looking containers. Watching for several minutes, Tempest sighed a little before getting up herself. Walking over to the zebra, she stood beside her for a few moments until she decided to say something.
“Well, do you need help with anything?” Tempest asked. “I know you’re gonna help me, but I don’t want to sit around doing nothing.”
“I appreciate it, and it would help put things on track.” Zecora replied, pointing towards her front door. “I’ll need you to fetch my wagon, I'll keep it around back.”
Tempest nodded and headed towards the door. Though part of her was skeptical that any of this could work, part of her was also very hopeful. Maybe this was it, maybe she could finally get what she wanted. Whatever strange magic, ritual, or potions Zecora could brew, she didn’t care. All that mattered to the unicorn was getting pregnant with a foal, and if this zebra could do it, then she didn’t care what she would need to do for it.
The sky was now a shade of deep blue, darkening to show the coming night. Tempest, with Zecora at her side, was pulling this wagon deeper and deeper within the Everfree Forests. The sound of strange, exotic, and no doubt dangerous beasts and animals echoed out throughout the wood filled pitch that was this domain. Zecora walked without fear, stepping as if this was her backyard, while Tempest showed only conviction in her goal. This zebra had promised a means to help her, and she would have it.
Upon reaching this clearling, Tempest could see the sky, a rare sight so deep in this forest, but there was something strange about this location. When she first entered the Everfree, the sky was cloudy, or at least had a heavy overcast. But now, the night sky couldn’t be any more clear. Every star seemed especially bright, and the way the moon looked, so large and round, it showed through the darkness of the heavens like a dim, white sun. She was in awe for a moment, never having seen the sky like this. Was this a feature of the Everfree, or has she just never noticed the night sky like this before?
“There we go, right here will be fine.” Zecora commented, setting up the wagon’s supplies. “Now, we must hurry, while we have our time.”
Putting the various crates, containers, and supplies from the wagon, Tempest assisted Zecora in establishing what she needed. One of which was a large, rolled up straw mat. Moving it to the middle section of this clearling, the unicorn looked up to the moon, snickering for a moment. While she knew it was Princess Luna who raised the moon, she pondered for a moment if the alicorn was a voyeur. From how it looked like, this fertility ritual seemed to require the moon, for what reasons, she wasn’t sure, but it was still a silly concept to her.
“I think we’re nearly ready.” Tempest commented, looking over to the zebra, who was igniting a line of pots, causing a thin smoke to snake its way upwards. “What is that?”
“Incense to keep the beasts and insects away.” Zecora explained, setting up more small bowls that contained these burning herbs. “A required precautions, as this ritual will take up into the day.”
“That long?!” Tempest asked, raising a curious eyebrow as she was unrolling the mat. “So what else do we need?”
“I need assistance in digging a fire pit.” Zecora explained, only to pause herself. Letting out a small sigh, she looked over to Tempest. “It is not too late, for once we begin, I will not be able to stop it.”
“Whatever this ritual is, I need this.” Tempest replied, looking at the zebra with a determined glance. “I’m not afraid.” Zecora only nodded, returning to her work.
Tempest grabbed a shovel from the wagon, and began to dig. As she did, she lifted and dropped the surprisingly soft soil. Even the ground in this forest seemed to want to help her. And as she continued to make her fire pit, the unicorn was curious by the way Zecora looked to her when she asked her question. Was there something about this ritual that would be difficult for her to do? For a brief moment, Tempest considered backing down, only to shake her head. No, no, she had to do this. Whatever Zecora needed to do, the unicorn would endure it.
“Zecora? If you don’t mind me asking, why is it impossible to stop this ritual once it’s started?” Tempest asked, pausing from her task to gauge the zebra’s reaction. “I’m not going to stop, I gave my word, but I’m just curious.”
“I understand you are concerned, and thank you for putting your trust in me as a stranger.” Zecora replied, seemingly worried about something, but Tempest couldn’t figure out what. “But if we were to start, only to stop, we would both be in great danger.”
“Then I’ll endure whatever it is.” Tempest proclaimed, not wanting to pry any deeper, since it didn’t scare her. “I gave my word, and I will see this through to the end.”
“I promise you, this ritual is one you have never before seen with your eyes.” Zecora nodded, sounding a little more confident as she spoke. “And I promise you, that once this is all over, you will have your prize.”
Finishing up the fire pit, Tempest approached Zecora, who had just finished setting up these incense bowls. Nodding, the zebra approached the wagon, pulling out what looked to be a sizable cauldron. Assisting her, Tempest brough the cauldron to the pit. Walking over to the outskirts of this circle of smoke that her protectant and repellent had caused, Zecora seemed to whisper to nearby trees, returning in a few minutes with a large bundle of freshly gathered wood. Placing them in the pit, she produced a pouch that contained strange reddish powder.
“This powder will light the wood, illuminating the dark.” Zecora commented, carefully pouring the contents of the powder filled pouch. “All that it requires now, is a spark.”
With Tempest’s help, she placed the cauldron over the wood. Presenting a pair of stones, she struck them together. As the sparks kissed at the powder, the wood erupted in flame, causing any coldness of the cauldron’s metal to give off a faint hissing sound. Tempest took a small step back, watching as they grew and grew. But among the sound of flicking flames, another sound was heard. It was strange, like half a song met half a chant as the zebra began her incantation.
It wasn’t some strange words in the common pony language, but something that sounded older, more primal and ancient as the tone of Zecora’s voice seemed to cause a small trembling to fill Tempest’s chest. She only did what she could to ignore this feeling, continuing to see as the zebra was casting whatever spell she needed for this ritual. Then a third sound came, that of water. Looking at the cauldron, that had previously been empty, it was filling with water from an unknown source.
‘What?!’ Tempest thought, watching in shock and confusion as the cauldron was willing with water, as if from the bottom. ‘That’s impossible, even with unicorn magic.’ But then she realized something. ‘Then again, this isn’t pony magic.’
The concoction within the cauldron glowed and bubbled, becoming a pale red, even as it glowed with a dim light. Tempest only watched on, curious as to how this could possibly help her. Zecora only continued her chanting, her voice echoing with a strange power, making the mare shiver a little as she was looking onwards with intrigue and anticipation. Eventually, as the brew was churning and swirling, all without touch, Zecora gestured to the mare, ladling a sizable portion of the potion into a small wooden bowl she pulled out of seemingly nowhere.
Taking the bowl, Tempest looked at it. It held no smell, even as it was clearly steaming in the bowl, she felt no warmth. Looking back to Zecora, she could see the zebra was confident, gesturing silently for her to drink it. Burying any hesitation within her, she drank the concoction. At once, the flavor struck at the unicorn. It was sour, then blurred with a sweet flavor, followed by a hint of a spicy aftertaste, and yet it didn’t taste terrible. All in all, it tasted really good, and the second sip of the brew tasted even better.
Once she was finished with the bowl, Tempest could feel it, a warming sensation that was spreading throughout her entire body. From the tingling that remained on her tongue, an echo of the brew’s flavor, to the sudden wobbly feeling in her knees. Everything about her felt so sensitive to the air, the sounds, and the smells around her. As well as this, Zecora, while still chanting, was preparing a second bowl with her ladle.
Unlike before, where there was some spicy smell to it, this swirling cauldron’s liquid madea much different smell, and yet familiar. It was the unmistaken scent of masculine musk, and with her senses being enhanced, it was almost primal in how the smell was affecting Tempest’s mind. She could feel it, almost mixing in with her thoughts as this smell was assaulting her nostrils. But rather than hand the bowl over to her, Zecora took it, only pausing from her chanting to drink this bowl’s worth.
Maintaining her chant for a few moments, Zecora glanced over to Tempest. A shiver ran down the unicorn’s spine. It wasn’t a fearful shiver, but neither was it an arousing one, it was merely an instinctive reaction that Tempest couldn’t figure out. The zebra didn’t hesitate as she walked around the cauldron, her voice becoming more a sound that resonated in the back of the unicorn’s head. She only approached her, reaching out to grab at her clothes.
She stripped her, Zecora was slowly but carefully pulling away Tempest’s clothes. Each article of clothing, every inch that covered her trembling body was perfectly and deliberately in sync with the pitch and rhythm of the zebra’s chanting. When her fit and athletic body was fully exposed to the night air and moonlight, Tempest felt another shiver run through her. But this wasn’t from the slight chill of the night air, or the warmth of the flickering fire, there was something else Tempest couldn’t explain.
Now that she was finished revealing Tempest’s nude body to the night all around them, Zecora started to remove her own clothing. The unicorn only watched, feeling almost transfixed as the zebra revealed her own body to her. Zecora paced her striping with her chanting, but seemed to only leave her loincloth at the end. This was strange. Tempest was as bare as the day she was born, with her growing, panting breath making her chest heave, while Zecora’s body remained calm and composed.
The cauldron boiled and bubbled a third time, this time it was the sound that struck Tempest’s ears faster than the scent. It was the soft pops of these bubbles, almost crackling like tiny thunderstorms. Carefully, Zecora lifted the cauldron off the fire, showing remarkable strength as she settled it on the dirt beside her. Quickly she grabbed a small pouch, and reaching in her hand, sprinkled a fine dust into the cauldron. This seemed to cause some reaction, making the bubbling liquid settle until it was a smooth black in color, with a rainbow sheen to it.
Maintaining her chanting, Zecora placed the pouch down, and then grabbed a small container, holding a paintbrush. Looking it over, Tempest could see this brush was very well crafted, ornate in design, and seemingly carved from some bone material. Zecora dipped it in the cauldron, holding it there for only a moment before pulling it out. Strangely, as the brush was removed from the black liquid, it didn’t drip and make a mess, as if the contents were fixed to it. Though the zebra maintained her chanting, Tempest seemed to know what Zecora was asking her to do; hold still as she would be painted by this brush.
Still chanting, but more so in the form of a low mumbling, Zecora began to paint on Tempest’s bare body. The paint, if that’s what it was, or whatever the brew had been transmuted into, was warm to the touch, sending a small tingling as it ran across the unicorn’s body. The zebra was confident in her brush strokes, showing no hesitation in her motions, and yet seemingly guided by some invisible lines along Tempest’s body.
What originally looked to be simple lines and circles were slowly but surely becoming more and more clear. Though Tempest couldn’t read them, she could somewhat recognize what they were; arcane sigils. Though not unicorn in origin, these zebra arcane sigils still had several similar motifs. Circles, lines, strange glyphs and marks, but other than that, Tempest couldn’t tell what they meant or what they said.
The tingling remained, and with each movement of Zecora’s hand, the paintbrush was bringing out more and more of these feelings. When the paint reached her womb, there was a sudden flare up of heat that rose throughout Tempest’s body, which nearly caused her to shake from the sensation; but she held herself in place. Zecora didn’t stop, not even as the unicorn shivered. She continued to paint along the mare’s body, the heat of her breath was becoming visible in the cooling air of the evening.
Lifting her strokes, Zecora moved over from the womb, and to Tempest’s belly, and finally nipples. As she did so, she took especially steady and cautious care with each movement of the brush. The tingles and heat only continued to course throughout the unicorn, making her nipples harder and sensitive. Tempest wanted to fully tilt her head, but didn’t want to ruin the work that Zecora had done, but while she managed to make out the sigils from how she moved her eyes, from the corner of her vision, she could almost see that she was glowing, albeit faintly in the moonlight.
Eventually, the painting was over. Zecora carefully pulled the brush away. Putting down her paintbrush, the pitch became closer and closer into a crescendo. Barking out the final words of her chant, the zebra reached down at her loincloth, she tugged it away, revealing her shapely pussy. But no sooner after this plump and delicate looking snatch had been revealed, it began to swell and ripple. The sight was strange, rather unsettling. So much so that Tempest had to close her eyes to look away.
‘What am I doing?!’ Tempest thought to herself, the more battle hardened side of her was screaming in her thoughts. ‘I’ve fought monsters, served in major battles, and beaten the Princesses. I can handle a little unsettling shit!’ With that, she slowly forced her eyes open.
Tempest stared at it, this massive zebra cock that had now grown from between Zecora’s legs. It was thick, even half erect, it was bigger than any stallion she had ever been with. Midnight black in color, with heavy veins that ran along its length. This then ended with a pair of heavy, cum filled balls that were the same color of the rest of the shaft. It held the same aroma of the potion, but much, much stronger.
This scent only seemed to amplify the heat that was swelling and churning throughout her body. The unicorn couldn’t help but start panting a little as she felt her body experiencing something she hadn’t felt in so long; an overwhelming heat. A mare could only experience a heat this strong once in their life, when they first felt it. It was raw, primal, and made her pussy lips drool a sloppy mess all along her thigh. Tempest couldn’t think of anything, neither doubts or fears seemed to manifest as she continued to stare at the cock.
“As you can see, I now have a cock suitable for breeding.” Zecora explained, gesturing her hand down at the penis, letting it slowly grow in size. “But be warned, there are some things you should heed.”
Whatever Zecora was saying, Tempest heard none of it. The words were like mumbles that bounced off the unicorn’s head. All she could do was stare at the cock, licking her lips in a hungry anticipation. It was getting harder, bigger, throbbing as the arousal was filling it. And the blunt, hard cockhead, how it wasn’t leaking out some little precum. It was oozing out a heavy glob of precum that Tempest could only imagine was more than enough to impregnate the average mare. Swallowing again, she couldn’t take it anymore, she needed this cock; now!
Lunging forward, Tempest growled and roared out. A primal side of her awakened as she charged at the zebra. Seemingly expecting this, Zecora met the charge with surprising strength, not falling over. Even in her feral state of mind, Tempest hesitated in confusion, only to be pulled in by Zecora for a deep, passionate kiss. As the zebra cock slipped between the unicorn’s soaked, smooth thighs, it was too much for Tempest.
Her eyes rolled back as she came on this cock, just feeling its length gently rubbing against her pussy lips. It was so good, she was shivering as she felt the ripples of pleasure run through her body in a way she had never felt; at least not this strongly. Whatever stallions she had bedded, whatever toys she had used, or even whatever fantasies she had experienced, they all paled in comparison to what just this one cock was doing between her thighs.
Both hers and Zecora’s tits pressed together, feeling as their hard nipples were rubbing together, all while the zebra’s tongue slipped in her wet mouth. Tempest only continued to moan a muffled cry of euphoric pleasure. It was all so much for her, too much for her mind to process. Instinct was taking over, and all she could do was kiss back, rubbing herself against the zebra’s cock. But there was something else to it, something Tempest had never dealt with; the battle for dominance.
Grabbing at the mare, Zecora seemed to be taking more and more charge as she continued making out with her. Tempest felt another small surge of pleasure course through. She was trembling, feeling her pussy aching to be filled by this big, beautiful cock. It was too much for her to bear, but Zecora seemed to be so much stronger than her. Tempest couldn’t break out of this embrace, and yet part of her didn’t want to. If this was anyone else, she would’ve already pushed her partner down and started riding them.
“I believe you are ready.” Zecora commented, pulling her lips from Tempest’s. From the feeling of your pussy against my cock, it must be screaming for things to begin already.”
Tempest giggled a little, finding the words amusing as her senses were getting number and number. She was losing the last flickers of sentient thinking. The primal side of her this ritual had brought out was coming back, and she was going to have her mate. Moving in, the mare made the first move. Going for the collar, the unicorn began to playfully bite at the zebra, making Zecora moan out. Her cock throbbed from the sudden sting that rippled into pleasure.
“There we go, just like that.” Zecora cooed, gently stroking Tempest’s mane. “Before long, you’ll be moaning on the mat.” Reaching around, she groped at the unicorn’s ass, continuing to rub her dick between the mare’s thighs.
After a few more long moments of this rubbing and making out, the build up was far too much for Tempest to bear. She needed to be fucked now. Using her own strength, the unicorn managed to push the zebra on her back, making her land on the straw mat that lay behind her. Zecora gasped a little bit, but couldn’t get out any words as the mare straddled herself. Tempest only had to see the cock throbbing and swaying before she set herself on it.
Grabbing it, she angled it to line up with her pussy lips. No sooner had her moist entrance kiss at the zebra’s blunt, hard cockhead, she dropped herself on it. Tempest screamed out, cumming a wet release all over the dick as she just barely managed to fit a little under half its great length inside her. Shivering, Tempest’s eyes rolled back as she leaned forward, placing her hands on Zecora’s shoulders. The pleasure was mind numbing, sending tremors throughout her being. Her nipples were hard, and her tits heaved in her panting breath as she looked at the zebra.
Tempest was in a state of primal instincts. An urge to mate, to be impregnated, and to ride this cock was all she could feel. The cool evening air kissing against her sweating body, only makes her tremble more and more. Letting out a low moan, she looked down at Zecora, who was only smiling a calm and confident expression. Reaching up, the zebra gently ran her hand along Tempest’s cheek.
“Keeping these feelings bottled up must’ve been quite the chore.” Zecora cooed, speaking with a tone that tingled at Tempest’s primal senses. “You do not need to hold back anymore.”
That was the last push Tempest needed. She fully let herself loose. At once, she lifted herself, only to drop again on this fat cock. Taking in a few more inches of it, she could feel herself getting more and more full. She’s never fucked a dick this big before, and her body only craved more and more or it. The sensation, the longing, the primal urge to have this meaty beast bury itself all the way inside her. Panting, her eyes rolled back in a trembling moan.
Lowering herself more and more, Tempest took in more of Zecora’s dick. Her pussy walls were spreading as she made way for this. Moans escaped her throat, almost like a low groan as her body was feeling the instinct to be bred. Shivering more and more, she was struggling to get more of this zebra inside her. Zecora could see this, and her lips curled into a small smirk. Reaching up, she placed her hands on Tempest’s hips.
“Hold still, as this is certain to help.” Zecora hummed, musing at what was about to happen. “But be warned. This might just make you yelp!” Pulling down on Tempest’s hips, she thrusted upwards.
Tempest gasped out, arching her body back as she twitched and trembled in another hard and wet orgasm. Her pussy clamped down tight on Zecora’s cock. This dick was now more than halfway in the unicorn’s tight embrace, and it felt as though the hard cockhead was already making out with her soft and quivering cervix. Zecora only maintained her smirk, wiggling a little as she pulled a bit out, to then drive her lubricated cock back into Tempest’s pussy.
“I presumed you were pent up, never this tight.” Zecora huffed, chuckling a little as she looked at the savage look in Tempest’s eyes. “Do not worry. I am not going anywhere, and we shall both not sleep tonight.”
Tempest only moaned out, giving into her primal longings. Lifting and dropping herself on Zecora’s cock. It was so good, she could feel as this girth was stuffing and rubbing within her inner walls. Moaning and panting, she was like an animal during its mating season. Her large tits bounced and her hard nipples quivered in anticipation. She wasn’t able to produce milk yet, but she could feel the tingling in her bosom as if her body was getting ready to lactate. Zecora continued to thrust upwards, making her balls slap against Tempest’s ass.
“I must say, your muscles feel very strong.” Zecora commented, shifting one of her hands to rub along Tempest’s midsection, almost fondling her abdomen. “No doubt it matches that attitude of yours that is so headstrong.”
Tempest gave a response, though it was little more than animalistic moaning, but it seemed she was expressing how she was enjoying this compliment. Zecora only continued to fuck faster and faster. The way the unicorn’s tits bounced was almost hypnotic as she was swaying and moving with each motion of the zebra’s body as she was hammering in her pussy. The inner walls squeezed and took in the length.
Reaching down, Tempest’s hands pressed against Zeocra’s shoulder, she was bouncing her ass faster and faster. Panting hotter and hotter breath, she was feeling as if she was going to cum at any moment. The zebra huffed, feeling greater tightness around her cock. She could feel as her own balls were clenching as she could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
“You feel that? We are getting close.” Zecora commented, panting as she took her same hand and gently pushed it at Tempest’s midsection. “Right here, deep in your womb. I shall fill your body with a strong and virile dose.” Her words only seemed to make the unicorn ride her dick faster and faster.
Tempest panted and moaned, roaring out in her next orgasm. The pleasure was rippling through her body, making her nipples quiver hard. Zecora only continued to rub along the mare’s hips, partially groping her round ass as it slapped and pressed against her huge cock. The unicorn’s broken horn only let out more and more sparks as she was drowning in the endless pleasures from just feeling this cock inside her.
“Keep going, keep riding.” Zecora hummed, tightening her hold on the mare’s hips. “Because we are in no way close to the ending.” Tempest only twitched as she felt the throbbing girth inside her. With a smirk, the zebra started to take charge.
Pulling back a little, Zecora thrusted upwards, stuffing herself in Tempest’s soaked snatch. The mare moaned out, but then she felt another rush of pleasure. The zebra fucked faster and faster, causing her cum filled balls to slap against the mare’s ass, making her only pant more and more, her tongue dangling out the side of her mouth like a fucked silly bitch in heat. Zecora didn’t let up, nor slow down as she was hammering herself in and out of the soaked pussy.
Moaning out, the zebra was feeling as she was getting closer and closer to her orgasm. Her balls were tightening against her body as her cock swelled and stretched in this tight moistness. She was getting there, the melody of the mare’s whorish sounds, as well as the sensation of these inner walls wrapping around her length. It was enough to drive her over the edge.
“Here it comes, here it comes.” Zecora panted, reaching up with her arms to hug Tempest closer to her as she humped faster and faster as their moans met in a rhythmic pace. Shifting her hands a little, she pressed her fingers against where the mare’s womb would be. “I’ll stuff my seed where I’ve placed my thumbs!”
Bottoming out in Tempest’s pussy, Zecora released herself, spreading a vast amount of cum deep inside. Gasping out, the unicorn’s horn fired off brighter, more colorful sparks, while her body twitched as she felt the hot spunk flood inside her. The pleasure was so good, better than anything Tempest had felt her insides were being soaked in life giving cum.
Zecora only held herself in place a little longer, wanting to make sure that no drops of her spunk would go to waste. Tempest was still twitching from the feeling. She’s never come this much or this hard before, and it was numbing her mind and burning her senses as she could feel her insides being saturated in this zebra seed. But after about another minute or so, Zecora pushed herself against the unicorn, causing her to fall back.
Within a few awkward moments, Zecora was now the one on top, with Tempest on her back. The zebra’s cock was not only still throbbing hard, but it was still deep in the mare’s pussy. Her movements, though awkward, were just fluid enough to prevent the dick from allowing any drops of cum to escape from Tempest’s fuck hole. She was panting, looking up at the zebra who stared down at her with a playful smile.
“Oh, do not worry. We are nowhere near done.” Zecora playfully hummed, leaning in as her face twisted into a wicked smirk. Her soothing voice whispered a sweetness in Tempest’s ear. “That was the warm up, and now we have our fun.” Pulling back a little, she started fucking back into the unicorn’s pussy.
Tempest panted, blush as the zebra was fucking deeply but slower than before. Zecora’s thrusts were rhythmic and steady, as if she was making sure to carefully push the previous release to stay in the unicorn’s womb. But more than that, this feeling was a new experience. Tempest had been fucked like this before, but even on her back, she was the one on top. But with Zecora, right now, she felt so small, so submissive as this dick was making its way in and out of her still sensitive hole.
“I know I am going slow, but I will soon pick up my speed.” Zecora commented, starting to move a little faster as she spoke. “I just want to be sure that your womb has fully taken my seed.”
Going faster and faster, the zebra was getting to her brink, she was going to cum at any moment. Gritting her teeth, Zecora held on as long as she could. Tempest moaned, panting in pleasure as her pussy clamped harder and tighter around this thick size. Her mind was like a mush, but her body could feel as the zebra’s release was rapidly approaching. The two mares almost synchronized their heavy breathing as it was coming to the final push.
“Here it comes, I’m cumming!” Zecora moaned, her sweet sounds only further tantalized the unicorn’s senses. “This is not the end! We shall be fucking until the morning!”
Tempest couldn’t exactly hear what Zecora was saying, only moaning as the pace of the zebra’s thrusting and how it rubbed along her most sweet and sensitive spots was too much. Through instinct, or some other bodily twitching, the unicorn reached up, wrapping her legs tightly behind the zebra’s back, pulling her deeper, and with her arms, grabbed and pulled her into a sloppy wet kiss. Zecora only cooed at the feeling, making out with the mare as she felt her balls tighten and cock swell.
Faster and faster, Zecora paused for a fraction of a moment before ramming her full length in Tempest’s pussy. The mare’s eyes burst wide, before rolling back as she felt her cervix match their making out as the thick cock released its thickest and most potent load in the deepest parts of the unicorn’s womb. Tempest’s body couldn’t help but twitch as she moaned in Zecora’s mouth. The two mares held each other as the fat dick throbbed and pumped the last of the heavy loads in the fertile mare.
The pleasure was immense, mind melting as Tempest couldn’t even begin to remember, let alone compare, to the last time she had fucked this good. Zecora’s cock sent tremors of longing, a euphoric bliss she had never felt, and it was only further making her body submit to this sensation. What little sparks of images in her head that could pass as thoughts were filled with nothing more but the desire to pleasure and be pleasured by this fat, zebra dick. It was strange, to feel an almost instinctive urge to service this dick, but it just felt so…normal to her; like she was complete by doing it.
Zecora also felt as if her cock was being lovingly embraced by Tempest’s pussy. The mare’s inner walls just felt so good. If not for the fact she was being held so close, and her dick was just so sensitive after cumming this much, she’d be fucking more and more in this gooey fuckhole. The two mares continued to make out, feeling as their tits pressed together, and the cool night air kissing at their bodies sent more shivers down their spines.
“It seems you are enjoying the feeling of breeding.” Zecora commented, still kissing as her tongue danced with Tempest’s. “But I feel you are still in a greater need.”
Tempest only moaned, cooing in pleasure as her body seemingly wanted to keep going. Though weak and sore, she wanted more, she needed to feel Zecora’s cock in and out of her. Her womb, flooded with the hot and virile spunk that was saturating her fertile ovaries to make the mare bear foals. After several more long moments, the zebra’s cock, which was starting to settle down and grow limp, and Tempest’s own loosening pussy allowed the two to break free.
Thanks to her weakened body, Zecora was able to lift herself fully up. Now she was standing over the mare, staring down at her with a playful smirk. Her cock wasn’t fully hard, but not limp. Large globs of her orgasm were still oozing out of the blunt tip. Tempest was still panting, her chest heaving from the motion of her heavy breath. She seemed to be half awake and half asleep as she was somewhat looking around with her half opened eyes. Her tongue was hanging off the size of her mouth while she was twitching every so often.
“Very good. So very, very good. But we are far from done.” Zecora commented, still smiling down as she reached down to start stroking herself off again. “But don't worry. By the time all this is over, your insides, your womb and eggs will be overrun.” Tempest only cooed, instinctively reacting to the sounds the zebra made.
The remainder of the night would be filled with the massive moaning and whorish cries of pleasure as the two mares were fucking in this forest clearing. The cold night was slowly filling with a dense mist, a fog of fuck fumes that would almost look like a eeriness that was creeping its way through the nearby trees. Not that anyone would be in the forest at night, the strange sight went unnoticed. But after so many hours of fucking, the two mares finally reached their ending, collapsing into each other as their bodies and drifted into rest.
It was done. Whatever amount of time had passed, Tempest and Zecora were cuddling together on the straw mat. The two of them were still coming down from the afterglow of the numerous orgasms that had coursed throughout their bodies. The pleasure was still fresh on them, and exhaustion burned a little as the cool air kissed against their sensitive bodies. The unicorn looked over, seeing that Zecora, while clearly tired, still looked like she could go another round.
“...fuck…” Tempest cooed, looking up at the sky. “That was just…fuck…” She was exhausted, staring up to see the slowly coming glow of the sunrise. “Is it…is it morning already?”
“I am glad you could enjoy how this would all feel.” Zecora cooed, looking at the unicorn. “And I do hope you would not find this to be an ordeal.”
“Oh no…no, no, no. That was amazing.” Tempest cooed back, shivering as her body could still feel the afterglow of the numerous orgasms she had felt all night. “I don’t think I’ve ever fucked like that in my life.”
“I am glad that this has all put you in a good mood.” Zecora commented, slowly dragging herself up. Even in the slowly coming dawn, she looked so stunning. “Now, let us return to my hut for some food.”
“Alright, but don’t we have to pack up everything?” Tempest asked, looking around the object and things they brought. “Or are we going to leave it here?”
“I can bring back these things at a later time.” Zecora explained to Tempest. “For now, we should eat for our strength to return to its prime.” Shrugging her shoulders, Tempest followed as the zebra walked on.
It was an awkward hour or so back to the hut. The ritual had stripped them of their clothes and now they were walking back to the hut completely naked. Then again, the breeze felt nice on her body, and it wasn’t like there was anyone who walked through these woods on the regular. Either way, Tempest was feeling something that she hadn’t felt in so long; content. She felt confident that everything was going to work. She could only imagine how this could all go once it was confirmed she was pregnant.
Back at the hut, Zecora went straight to work preparing a nice, large breakfast for the two of them. Eggs, hay sausages, pancakes, berries, nuts, fruits, various colored juices, and all manner of other edible treats. It was all so much, the zebra was so skilled at it, Tempest could only sit there in astonishment. Once at the table, the two began to eat, and while Zecora was taking her time with her food, the unicorn was scarfing down her breakfast like she hadn’t eaten in days.
“You have quite the appetite.” Zecora commented, almost giggling as she calmly ate her food. “But this only means everything was done right.”
“Was it?” Tempest commented, scarfing down and swallowing down more food before looking at the zebra. “I mean, okay…I’ve had my fair share of one night stands. But that is the first time I’ve actually come that hard before. And holy shit, your dick just didn’t want to go down.”
“Well, your pussy certainly did hold me in a loving embrace.” Zecora laughed, taking a calm drink of juice. “But I must say, the best part was the orgasmic look you had on your face.”
Tempest blushed, nervously eating her food to try and cover up the red that was running across her face. She had never felt this feeling before. Normally, after such an intense night of hard and sloppy wet sex, she was usually gone before the stallion she rode all night even woke up. But this time, she was sitting with the person, eating food, and felt a rush of emotions that she had never felt. Though no sooner had she began to feel this strange joy, another, more familiar feeling came upon her, melancholy.
Tempest gave off a saddened laugh. This wasn’t romance. This was more than a one night stand to be sure, but this wasn’t the sort’ve thing she needed in her life. All Zecora was, no matter how kind and giving she was, it was all just a different kind of business. Once this was all done, once the unicorn’s pregnancy was confirmed, there would be no reason this zebra would want to continue fucking her.
‘No, no, don’t be such an ingrate.’ Tempest thought to herself, shaking her head a little. Fortunately, Zecora didn’t seem to notice her saddened look. ‘This zebra made it happen. I’m pregnant, there’s no doubt about it.’ Reaching down, she rubbed her still full belly. A calming coo escaped her lips.
“Is there something wrong? You look sad.” Zecora asked, looking at Tempest contemplatively. She chuckled a little, hoping to lighten the mood. “I certainly hope the meal I’ve provided isn’t that bad.”
“No, no, that’s not it. It’s just…” Tempest sighed, not really sure how to respond to this. But she couldn’t just say nothing. So taking another breath, she replied as best as she could. “Well, the deed is done. I’m pregnant, and now what…we just go our separate ways?”
“I see, well that is certainly a reason to feel some despair and doubt.” Zecora nodded, rubbing her chin for a moment. “But this is fine, as you are unaware what my culture is all about.” She paused, but as Tempest remained silent in confusion at her words, she continued. “We zebras do not pursue relationships of romance after engaging in nights of long, passionate sex.” She drank a little juice. “But this doesn’t mean that nothing comes next.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand.” Tempest asked, a mix of intrigue and confusion blurred across her face. “What else is there?”
“Just because you don’t normally do so, doesn’t mean we are unable to do so.” Zecroa explained. “We are able to engage in romance, and often it leads to love that can only grow.”
“So even though you don’t normally, it can be possible?” Tempest asked, partially getting her hopes up before realizing what she was saying. “What am I saying? No, no, this was all hypothetical. It has to be.” She was nervous, seeing the more confident look on Zecora’s face. “I mean…I…I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore.”
“It is fine, no need to worry.” Zecora mused, smiling gently at the unicorn. Extending a hand, she placed it on Tempest’s hand; rubbing it a little. “If you would like, we can see where this all goes. But we don’t need to be in such a hurry.”
“I’d like that.” Tempest cooed, her feelings coming out before her thoughts could catch up. “I…I think we should get to know each other first. And see where it goes.”
“Of course, I would be glad to know.” Zecora smiled, nodding at the mare. “But I believe we should first finish our meal though.” Tempest only blushed, and returned to her eating, feeling a warmth swell in her chest as she and this beautiful zebra began a new relationship.
A couple short months have come and gone, and in that time, Tempest had developed throughout her pregnancy. Her belly had swelled with the growing foal. Currently in Ponyville General Hospital, she and Zecora were waiting in the room for the doctors to return with the results of whatever tests that had to be done. Though the zebra was calm, the unicorn was so very, very nervous. She had never been pregnant before, and now she was in a near constant state of worry.
After a few more long, silent minutes of waiting, one of the nurses, a short earth mare with a calm smile on her face, walked into the room. In her hands was a clipboard with a series of papers and documents. Flipping through, she hummed a little before looking over to Zecora and Tempest. While the zebra was somewhat calm, but a little anxious, the unicorn was completely nervous and almost shivering from anticipation and uncertainty.
“Now…miss…Tempest, yes.” The nurse commented, keeping her calm demeanor as she spoke. “Well, your results came in, and you’re looking very good, your foal seems to be coming along very healthy.”
“That’s good…but I’m still…” Tempest replied, pausing as she realized how nervous she sounded. Composing herself a bit, she tried again. “I’ve just never been pregnant before.” The nurse only smiled.
“That’s okay, first time mothers are always this nervous. Don’t worry about it.” The nurse smiled. “But I believe I know what will make you feel better. “Let me just get the equipment in, and you’ll see.” Nodding her head, she left the room.
“What do you think she’s going to get?” Tempest asked, looking at Zecora with worry in her eyes. “What if it’s something…I don’t know…but I’m…I’m…” As she was starting to worry, the zebra clutched at her hand some more.
“Now, now, my dear.” Zecora said calmly. “I’m sure there is nothing to fear.” There was just something in her voice that just relaxed the unicorn.
“You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry.” Tempest cooed, leaning in to nuzzle her head against Zecora’s arm. “I’m just…I still can’t believe…I…I’m sorry, this is just so much for me.”
“There is nothing to be sorry for.” Zecora replied, leaning over to nuzzle her face against her lover’s. “You are worried, which is expected, because this has never happened before.”
After a little more waiting, the nurse returned, but with her was one of the doctor stallions, with a large machine on wheels. It looked like a monitor with a machine that connected via an electric cord to some handheld device. Tempest had seen this before, though only in magazines and articles when she was seeking pregnancy. It was a sonar machine, and upon seeing it, she realized what the nurse was talking about.
“Hello there, I’m Doctor Gauze.” Doctor Gauze greeted, smiling a friendly look to the couple. “I will proceed with the sonogram shortly. So, how are you feeling?”
“I’m…I’m nervous, excited, scared. It’s a lot to take in.” Tempest replied, sounding so timid and little as she spoke. “Will I…will I be seeing my foal soon?”
“Very soon by the looks of it.” The nurse commented. “It’s always a nervous experience for first time mothers. I know I was scared when I had my first foal. So trust me, these feelings will pass.”
“T-thank you…” Tempest replied, blushing a little as she looked at Zecora with a little more hope. “Is there anything else I should be worried about?”
“Well, typically there’s a series of different sickly feelings, and other ailments that can accompany pregnancies.” Doctor Gauze replied, looking over the clipboard. “But according to all our tests, I don’t see any issues.”
“Well…I suppose being with a master alchemist can help.” Tempest giggled, making Zecora blush at her compliments. “So I’m all good? I don’t have anything to worry about?”
“From the looks of things, nope, nothing to worry about.” Doctor Gauze replied, smiling as he looked back at the nurse. “Ah! Looks like she’s all ready. So, are you ready to see your foal?” Tempest whimpered in joy, nodding her head. “Alright, well, let’s get the last touches in.”
Walking over, he partially lifted her shirt, exposing her well rounded belly. With some rubbing cream, he prepared her bloated midsection as she cooed a little from the sudden cold sensation. Once that was finished, the nurse took the device, all while Doctor Gauze kept his eyes on the monitor. Feeling the sonar device on her covered belly, Tempest shivered, feeling a small humming rub against her. It felt good, letting her worries melt away from her as the doctor held a calm look on his face.
“Now then, let’s see what we have-” Doctor Gauze said, only to gasp out in a small whinny. “N-Nurse, nurse. Can you come here?”
“Of course.” The nurse responded, but then smiled at the visibly shaking and panicking Tempest. “I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about.” Walking over to join the doctor, she gasped as well. “Oh my!”
“What, what, what is it?” Tempest asked, desperation and fear rippled in her weak voice. “What’s wrong?”
“Now, now, I’m sure there is nothing to fear.” Zecora cooed, leaning in to kiss Tempest’s cheek, hoping to calm her lover down a little. “Let us wait, and all should be made clear.”
“Yes, yes, I do apologize for my lack of professionalism.” Doctor Gauze commented, wiping his brow with a nearby tissue. “It’s just not everyday you get to see something like this.”
“What, what, what is it?” Tempest asked, still worried, but not as much of a panic as she had been in before. She gripped her hand on Zecora’s as she was trying to calm her breathing. “Please, just tell me.”
“Of course, of course. There's nothing to worry about. Nothing bad has happened.” Doctor Gauze replied, his lips curling into a smile. “In fact, quite the opposite.” Grabbing at the machine, he turned the monitor around to show that there were more than just one fetus in the unicorn’s womb, but six.
“Congratulations!” The nurse smiled, clapping her hands a little. “You have six beautiful foals all developing inside you. No visible issues. No indications of anything to be concerned about. Your darling sextuplets are coming along perfectly.”
“S-six?!” Tempest’s eyes widened in shock at the news. Looking at the moniter, she could see them, the six foals that Zecora had fucked into her womb not that long ago. Her eyes watered as her lips curled into an adorable smile. “Zecora…” She sniffled. “We’re having six foals.”
“When we planned to have a foal, I never would’ve believed you’d be carrying so many.” Zecora replied, rubbing her chin as she too couldn’t hold back her joy at the sight she was seeing. “My darling, you are going to make so many mothers feel immense envy.”
“It’s a very, very rare occurrence.” The nurse chimed in, turning the monitor back to face her and the doctor. “You must be so proud to be the mother of- '' Her words were cut off as the Doctor placed a hand up to silence the mare.
“I’m sorry, but we are incorrect.” Doctor Gauze commented, looking over the data being presented by the ultrasound. “There’s more sounds. The six visible, but I think…yes, yes, there it is…at least three more.”
“Three more?!” Tempest gasped, looking at Zecora. “How could there be so many?”
“I am not sure, and I was shocked at just hearing about six before.” Zecora pondered, her eyes almost trembling as she could only imagine how many more foals might be developing. “But I am amazed we are finding even more.”
“More?!” Tempest gasped, nearly fainting as she looked down at her swollen belly. Rubbing a little at her side, she cooed. She wasn’t just going to have a few foals, she was carrying a herd. “I…I can’t imagine…”
“Which only means we have more to love.” Zecora commented, holding Tempest’s hand. “If anything, now there are plenty of names for us to think of.”
“From the looks of things, all the unborn foals are perfectly healthy, and developing smoothly.” The nurse commented, carefully looking at the monitor. “So dealing with multiple births shouldn’t be a problem.” Tempest felt somewhat more reassured at the mare’s words.
“Well, everything else does appear to be healthy, so we will schedule another appointment for you to come over and we can keep our eyes on your foals.” Doctor gauze commented. “Now, we’ll be right back and we can come back with more of the lab results before clearing you to go.” He and the nurse nodded before leaving the two alone.
“I can’t believe it. So many foals…growing inside me…” Tempest cooed, looking at her belly. Rubbing at it a few more times, she could only let out sweet, whimpering sounds. “Zecora…how could this…”
“Hard to say.” Zecora replied, smiling sheepishly as she blushed at her lover. “Given how passionate that night was, and your legs prevented me from pulling away.”
“Well, not for nothing, you were pretty intense too.” Tempest giggled with her own blush on her face. “I just…didn’t expect you to make me from barren into…into this…” She playfully patted her hands on her belly to emphasize her point.
“I’ll admit, I am impressed with the postion’s effect.” Zecora nodded, giggling a little as she gently rubbed her hand on Tempest’s belly. “It was certainly more than I ever would have expected.”
“But with what they’ve seen and heard so far, we’ll need to be extra cautious.” Tempest commented, her more worrisome side showing a bit. “Cause we need to be sure our babies grow and come out healthy.”
“Shh, shh, it’s okay. Nothing to fear.” Zecora whispered, placing a finger on Tempest’s lips. “Time and will, and you will give us both all those beautiful foals, my dear.” The unicorn only pulled the zebra in to give her a loving kiss.
“I’m sorry, it’s just…” Tempest’s words were trembling to match her worried breath. “I’m just so scared. I’ve never…I never believed this could ever happen, and now it’s happening. This is real, this isn’t a dream.” Tears of joy were swelling in her eyes. “I’m going to have a baby, your baby…so many foals, and I can’t stop feeling this way.” Sniffling, she looked at her lover. “I’m so…I’m so happy.”
“I’m so glad I could help you achieve your dream.” Zecora smiled back, but not before grabbing a nearby tissue. “But first, let’s wipe those eyes. Your joy is pouring out in a stream.” Tempest only giggled as she let the zebra gently wipe and dry her eyes.
A flurry of emotions ran throughout the unicorn’s mind and body. A tingling that rippled within her that was causing her body to warm up. She was scared, that was a massive understatement as she couldn’t help but worry over what was to come. She wasn’t just pregnant, she was carrying a herd within her womb. Rubbing her belly, she only felt the warmth and love for the many foals within. She could only imagine just how many there would be when this was all over.
The months came and went, with Tempest visiting the doctor many, many times. Though Zecora was certain she didn’t need to go so much, she didn’t want her unicorn lover to worry. When the day eventually came, Tempest and Zecora were at the hospital. Doctor Gauze, along with his nurse, were in attendance to ensure a safe birth. By this point, the unicorn’s belly had swelled out so much, she was confined to a wheelchair to not fall forward. The big day was full of stress and worry, Tempest was switching in and out between panting nervously and trying to hold on to some calmness.
Zecora maintained her composure, holding Tempest’s hand as she was feeling herself getting ready to give birth. Huffing and groaning more and more, the unicorn mare was shivering. Eyes rolling back, she could feel each and every foal as they were poking their way. Crowning, the doctor and nurses worked back and forth, running to and fro as Tempest was giving birth. As she felt the first small head finally break free of her opening, she gasped out, clutching Zecora’s hand tightly.
For hours, and hours, and hours, and hours, Tempest went into labor. All the while, panting and huffing as she was feeling herself being stretched by her birthing foals. Even with the medicine and painkillers to help her, it still felt like an immense pressure was being released from her. But it didn’t hurt, or rather, it didn’t hurt in a way one felt pain. Tempest felt like she could pass out from the feeling. Zecora could only continue to hold her lover’s hand, maintaining her support over this ordeal.
The doctor and nurse worked as best as they could, and as they did, everything was prepared. And then, it happened; the first one was born, a darling looking earth colt, but with zebra stripes; a baby zony. But then another, and another, and another, and another. Tempest’s throat was echoing out the pain of each and every birth. By the fifth foal, she had nearly passed out from the sensation. Her womb was full of babies, each flinching and twitching as she lost count of how many foals were leaving her. Zecora, though still clutching her lover’s hand, stared with jaw agape at the sight before her.
Not three, not six, not nine, but eleven; eleven darling, baby zonies. Some were simple earth ponies, while a couple were bearing unicorn horns. The doctor was sweating as he was making sure each one was handed off to a nurse, to place in a proper carriage. Tempest was far too weak to even open her eyes enough to see the miracle that had poured out of her. But Zecora could see, and she was ready to faint at all eleven of her new foals.
“Well, this is certainly a miracle.” Doctor Gauze commented, a nurse wiping the last of the sweat from his brow. “In all my years as a doctor, I’ve never seen so many born from a single mare at once.” Taking a small breath, he looked at the couple. “Congratulations!”
“So…so many…” Tempest weakly sighed, feeling the weight fully release itself off her chest and shoulders. “Can I…can I see them?”
“You will in a moment.” Doctor Gauze commented, looking and gesturing to his nurses. “We need to clean them up and make sure there are no issues. It shouldn’t take more than an hour.” Tempest’s face twisted a little in a minor annoyance.
“Don’t worry about my love, and don’t be sour.” Zecora cooed, gently rubbing Tempest’s shoulder. “After waiting nine months, and a day of labor, what’s the harm in waiting another hour?”
“Y-you’re right, you’re right.” Tempest sighed, still feeling so weak. “I guess, I just need a moment.”
“It’s very common for mares to be exhausted after giving birth.” The nurse said, looking sympathetically at the tired mare. “And after eleven foals, we’ll get you everything you need.”
“Thank you.” Zecora said, speaking on behalf of Tempest. When the doctor, nurses, and foals left, she sighed. Looking at her lover, she only rubbed her shoulder tenderly. “I cannot believe it, my love, so many foals have been born, and we’ll have so much to do.”
“So much to do.” Tempest panted, sighing a little. “Getting them back home will be one thing, but we’ll need to renovate more of your hut to accommodate that many foals. Or…we’ll need to find a new home for us all.” She groaned a little. “And the housing market is terrible for a family that big.”
“Yes, this would be a difficult goal to claim.” Zecora nodded, rubbing her chin as she pondered for a moment. “But what I am more worried about is giving each of them a name.”
“I just gave birth…to eleven of your foals…after carrying them for months…” Tempest panted, getting a little worked up as she heard Zecora’s almost easy going attitude. “And you’re more worried…about names…than a place for us all…to live?!”
“No, no, I am worried, this is true.” Zecora replied, gently rubbing on Tempest’s shoulders to try and settle her down. “But with Princess Twilight Sparkle as a friend, I’m certain she owes one of us a favor or two.”
“Still.” Tempest said, sounding more and more tired. “I still can’t believe we had so many.”
“More than I expected, that’s for certain.” Zecora giggled. “Well, it seems you were not so barren.”
“Or that potion was a little too effective.” Tempest giggled back, turning her head to smile at Zecora. “Not to mention, how deeply you fucked me, I think you knocked up every egg I had left.”
“It would seem so, and if this is to be true…” Zecora relied, leaning in to seductively whisper in Tempest’s ear. “How would you like me…to make it up to you?” The unicorn cooed, shivering as the chill ran down her spine.
“I think…we’re gonna do it again.” Tempest whispered back, though she was unable to see the faint blush on Zecora’s face. “But this time, I’m the one with the pussy stretching, womb flooding cock.”
“Oh my, that is certainly quite the notion.” Zecora swallowed nervously as she could only imagine how it would feel. And no doubt Tempest would want to fuck her the same way she had been impregnated. “When we get home, I’ll begin brewing the potion.”
“Not quite yet.” Tempest quietly interjected, reaching out to hold Zecora’s hand. “We first should raise the foals for a while. Until they’re safe to be left alone.” Her lips curled into a playful, seductive smile. “Then, I’m gonna fuck even more foals in you this time.”
