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- >You wake up spooning with Zecora.
- >She's still human.
- >She must have brewed a pretty strong potion.
- >Than again, your boner's been at your own name's beck and call for over 24 hours now.
- >Fucking Cheerilee.
- >You'll have to figure out something really diabolical in order to deal with her...
- >But first, it's time to take a leak.
- >Morning wood isn't any different here than it was back home.
- >You start to delicately ease up off the bed, trying not to wake Zecora.
- >Her hut is small, and even in your sleep-addled daze, you manage to find her bathroom.
- >You reach down to take hold of your dicks and-
- >Wait...
- >Dicks?
- >As in more than one?
- >You look down and do a quick head count.
- >8, 9, 10?
- >Ten?
- >Err... potato?
- >You have potato dicks?!
- >That's as many as two sunflowers, and that's terrible.
- >They all stand at attention, bright-eyed and eager to face the day.
- ZECORA!
- >You dart back into the bedroom and shake Dark Chocolate awake.
- What the hell is this about?
- >She blinks several times sleepily until she finally takes in the sight.
- >Her eyes shoot open in surprise and a hint of longing.
- >"Ah, the results of the ingredient, I was beginning to suspect /"
- >But now it seems they are taking effect."
- What are you talking about?! What did you put in my potion?!
- >"A berry of lum and an egg's yolk /"
- >"Oh, and there was the poison joke."
- >You clench her shoulders tighter in your grip and grit your teeth.
- >You're fuming, but you assume that she had a good reason.
- >You loosen your hold on her and try to calm down.
- Why would you put poison joke in my drink?
- >"As you may know, the plant reverses the consumer's desire /"
- >You nod.
- >"Since you don't want to rut, I thought it'd make your dick number higher."
- >You simply stare at Zecora, dumbfounded.
- >All the gears in your mind are turning, attempting to crank out some kind of logical end to her statement.
- >Zecora notices your confusion and continues:
- >"[Anon,] it's been so long since I felt the elation /"
- >"Of getting completely filled up-"
- >She leans in close and whispers into your ear: "multiple penetration."
- >The combination of your name and her suggestion hit home down below.
- >To your surprise, your cocks seem to grow even longer in arousal.
- >The tips of each are now a good arm's length out from your body.
- >You start to feel light-headed, your body sending a great deal of blood down to power your new appendages.
- >You completely release Zecora from your clutches and fall wearily onto the bed.
- >Your body takes immediate note and diverts the blood from your legs to your writhing dick anemone.
- >Zecora's eyes light up and her smile becomes frenzied.
- >"This is the heaven I want, once I have died /"
- >"[Anon,] get ready. I'm going to stuff you inside!"
- >With that, she leaps into the air towards your cock forest.
- >Almost instinctively, your dick tentacles lash out, wrapping around her midsection, legs, and arms.
- >To your collective amazement, your members manage to hold her weight.
- >You head still feels hazy, but you get the distinct feeling that shit's getting pretty crazy.
- >Your body is limp, but your rods are alert and limber.
- >Still, they only seem to be holding Zecora in place, having prevented her from injuring your core.
- >It only takes a moment for her to snap out of her stupor.
- >She begins to struggle eagerly against the bonds at her wrists.
- >But she's not attempting to escape.
- >She's trying to reach out to one of your unoccupied shafts.
- >With no input from you to the contrary, Zecora manages to grab hold of one of your lengths and position it in front of her mouth.
- >"[Anon,] with this gift, I know you can /"
- >"fill me up [my little human.]"
- >As if your mind wasn't already fuzzy enough, the trigger words pump through your veins.
- >Not to mention that Zecora had decided to punctuate her last rhyme by driving your cock into her throat.
- >Your mind is only functioning on a primal level, enough to tell your mouth to illicit small moans.
- >Zecora is hungrily gobbling down your dick which has started to pump almost of its own will.
- >Somewhere in the back of your mind, you can hear guttural squishing sounds as your length bottoms out within Zecora.
- >You feel her neck muscles straining against your girth, contracting slightly and beckoning your seed.
- >Her tongue slides flatly along your shaft, warming and coating the underside with saliva as it travels in and out.
- >Zecora's eye roll back in her head, a combination of ecstasy and struggle.
- >But she hasn't given up yet.
- >She searches out and takes up two other free-floating tentacles and begins stroking them fiercely.
- >Your body is ignited with lust.
- >Her efforts send you into a violent fit.
- >Your pelvis thrusts upward off the bed several times as if you'd been hit with chest paddles.
- >Your mass of dicks sway from side to side but keep a firm hold of Zecora.
- >The cocks in her hands writhe as she milks them.
- >You feel a shiver each time her fingers brush over your head.
- >The last two of your remaining cock-snakes begin searching for something to occupy themselves with.
- >They travel along her legs until they reach her rump.
- >They begin to rise and fall, striking her cheeks and causing dull smacking sounds.
- >They begin mounting in pace, eventually striking an alternating rhythm amongst themselves.
- >She gasps from the attention and moans onto the rod in her mouth.
- >In turn, this causes the member getting deep throated to begin pumping her even harder.
- >Your body instinctively tenses and your hands grip the sheets.
- >You feel yourself getting close.
- >Well, at least, some of you...
- >With a few final respective strokes, the three of your dicks being attended to erupt in spunk.
- >The one in Zecora's throat sends your seed down her esophagus.
- >The two in her hands shoot strands across her hair and face, evenly coating both sides of her head.
- >With a groan, your cock slides out of her mouth, followed by her hanging tongue.
- >Her eyes have yet to re-emerge from her skull.
- >She gasps for air, struggling to speak.
- >"Oh... my goodness... this has been quite a fling... /"
- >"Your species... is quite... amazing..."
- >But you're far from finished.
- >You've yet to revert back from a mindless group of genitalia.
- >You still have seven unsatisfied members.
- >The tentacles holding up Zecora's wrists and core tag out for the spent ones and quiver in anticipation.
- >If they had lips, they'd be licking them.
- >Zecora begins to tug at her biological restraints again.
- >This time, not in lust, but in a suspicious fear.
- >"I think by now we've had our fun /"
- >Your dicks begin to straighten out, lining up their lunges to their targets.
- >Zecora begins to resist more adamantly, beads of sweat forming along her brow, mixing in with your cum as they slide down.
- >"Let's get you fixed up and call it-"
- >Before she can finish her sentence, her body is simultaneously entered by your three positioned rods.
- >One in her mouth, silencing her.
- >One in her pussy.
- >And the third in her ass.
- >There's an audible 'gurk' noise as her throat is invaded once again.
- >Through your lengths, you can feel Zecora's body immediately tense.
- >And then go limp.
- >Her eyes have once again rolled into her head.
- >Your body doesn't care.
- >This actually makes the process much easier.
- >Her body is yours to command.
- >Your dicks begin to pump into her from all sides.
- >Her wet pussy clenches you tight, contracting along your shaft.
- >Her ass is even tighter, nearly threatening to cut off precious circulation.
- >Her mouth is slick and warm, still coated with your previous batch of baby batter.
- >Your cocks work in unison and her entire body begins to move forward and backward from the force of your thrusts.
- >Her breasts sway softly, hanging straight down from her chest, nipples erect.
- >One of your members nestles itself between them, letting her unnatural movement act as a tit job.
- >Her soft breasts lightly glide along your shaft, giving a stark contrast to the sensations you're getting elsewhere.
- >You can still feel soft breaths escape her mouth as your cocks pound into her from behind.
- >Another of your tentacles begins to prod Zecora's clit, saddling itself between her moist lips.
- >Her juices flow down around your rod and soon it joins its companion inside her sex cavern.
- >The two cocks inside her soon establish their own alternating rhythm and work like pistons, thrusting in and out.
- >Your whole body works like a machine, all tentacles working in tandem to bring you to glorious orgasm.
- >And you're damn close.
- >The members supporting Zecora squeeze her lightly, and the rest go into overdrive.
- >Her body twitches from all of the micro-stimulation and you can feel yourself coming to the edge.
- >Your cocks all pump one final time and quiver.
- >You cum deep inside each of Zecora's orifices and your cock Tangela lowers her softly onto your chest.
- >The smell of sperm and sex pervades the room and coats the both of you.
- >Exhausted, you pass out once more.
- >You wake up to a hard slap across the face and an angry-looking Zecora.
- >She's straddling your chest and pinning your arms down to your side.
- >She of all people should know that your arms are the least of her worries right now.
- >"The action you took I should deplore /"
- >She leans down, smirks, and whispers into your ear.
- >"Later, we should play some more."
- >You want to be angry at her for deceiving you and messing with your potion.
- >You want to yell at her and tell her where she should stick it.
- >But you know where she sticks it.
- >And you have to admit...
- >You've had a lot of fun these last 3,000 words...
- Alright, Zecora. But on one condition...
- >She look at you, a twinkle in her eyes, and nods.
- You seem to be pretty capable with chemistry. I mean... I already knew that, but...
- Do you think you could help me mix something up so that I could get back at Cheerilee?
- >She places a finger to her chin in thought and then smiles.
- >"If it's revenge you wish to bring /"
- >"I think I know just the thing."
- >You chuckle and attempt to sit up, prompting Zecora to get up off of you.
- >You lean close to her and plant a kiss on her lips.
- Oh, and one more question. How much longer do you think her potion's effects will last?
- >She pauses and it looks as though she's doing some mental math.
- >"From what I know, it should weaken soon /"
- >"I'd say by this afternoon."
- Then that leaves us a couple more hours of fun.
- >You smirk and push her back down onto the bed.
- >Just before afternoon rolls around, you finish up your canary-th session with Zecora.
- >Damn that zebra sure can buck.
- >You head out of her hut with a phial of liquid, a newfound determination, and a spring in your step.
- >You make your way back to P0nyville proper, sporting a smile that the Cheshire Cat would envy.
- >You make a beeline to Cheerilee's house.
- >Luckily it's not a school day.
- >And you know that Cheerilee doesn't have a social life.
- >If she did, she wouldn't have to poison you for her jollies.
- >You arrive in front of her door and carefully peek in through her window.
- >You can see her mulling around, doing nothing in particular.
- >It's almost painful to watch.
- >Almost.
- >Here's this mare that has nothing better to do in her free time than re-adjust books on her shelves.
- >Well, you're about to fix that.
- >It's time to put everything into place.
- >With a deep breath, you drop your pants.
- >Quietly, you whisper to yourself:
- [Anon.] [Anon.] [Anon.] [Anon.] [Anon.] [Anon.]
- >Your dick shoots up straight and your body quakes lightly.
- >Damnit. You really WERE becoming numb to this...
- >You open the vial and dump the contents onto your raging boner.
- >Taking a moment to gather one last bit of resolve, you start to pound on Cheerilee's door.
- Cheerilee! I can't take it anymore! I need you!
- >You are now Cheerilee.
- >You're hanging around your house not doing much because, well, all you really do is teach.
- >Sometimes you wish you had a special somep0ny...
- >Like that Anon fellow.
- >He was fun to play with.
- >A smirk plays across your lips.
- >Really fun.
- >You hope he's not having too much trouble with his 'condition.'
- >You giggle.
- >Suddenly you hear a banging at the door of your home.
- >"Cheerilee! I can't take it anymore! I need you!"
- Oh my, what great timing.
- >You trot over to the door and open it.
- >Anon is pants-less and carrying a wild look in his eyes.
- I was just thinking about you, [my little human.] Come in. Come in.
- >You grin smugly and usher Anon inside, closing the door behind him.
- What can I do for you, [Anon?]
- >He looks visibly shaken. "I need... release..."
- >You tut.
- Well, Mr. Anonymous. In P0nyville, when we want something, we ask politely.
- >You cast Anon a confident grin.
- >"Please... help me, Ms. Cheerilee."
- Help you what, Mr. Anonymous? I need you to be clear.
- >He sighs. "Please, suck my cock."
- I thought you'd never ask.
- >You lunge at his stiff rod and take it all the way down your throat.
- >It tastes different than the last time you blew him...
- >It tastes... bitter...
- >You green eyes narrow to pin-pricks and you look up at Anon.
- >"Gotcha, bitch..."
- >You stumble backwards and fall to the floor.
- >Your mind is filled with haze and smog.
- >You can't think for yourself.
- >It hurts to think.
- >What should you do?
- >If only somep0ny would tell you what to do...
- >"Cheerilee..."
- Yes?
- >"Stand up."
- Of course...
- >You are Anon again.
- >Cheerilee is standing in front of you with a dopey look on her face.
- >You decide that it's probably best if you take her for a test drive.
- Cheerilee, spin around.
- >"Anything." She smiles and chases her tail in a small circle.
- Cheerilee, dance.
- >She hops up on her back hooves and reenacts the 80s, disco and all.
- Cheerilee, present yourself and tell me that you want me.
- >She faces away from you and drops her front to the floor, keeping her back legs straight.
- >"Oh, [Anon.] I want you. Please rut me."
- >You cringe from hearing your name and take a look at your wristwatch.
- >The effects of the aphrodisiac should be wearing off anytime now.
- >You smirk at the recent events and can't help but begin laughing maniacally.
- >Finally.
- >Finally you have the upper hand in this god-forsaken place.
- >It's time that Cheerilee got her dues.
- >Keeping an eye on your wristwatch, you repeat your name at intervals of sunflower minutes until you no longer arouse yourself.
- >You smile at Cheerilee, open her door, and stroll into nighttime P0nyville.
- Come, Cheerilee.
- >"Yes, Anon." She smiles mindlessly and follows you out the door.
- >The next morning.
- >Wake up.
- >Scoot out of bed from spooning with Cheerilee.
- >Not because you were attracted to her, but because ponies were really soft and warm.
- >You head to your kitchen and pour yourself a bowl of Luna Charms.
- >Finish eating and go take a shower.
- >When you get out, Cheerilee has today's outfit laid out on the bed.
- Good morning, Ms. Cheerilee.
- >"Good morning, Anon." She says without tone and staring straight forward into nothingness.
- >You put on the clothes you had Cheerilee pick out and smile at her.
- Let's get you into your maid outfit.
- >She nods almost robotically. "Of course, Anon."
- >You help her into the dress and almost immediately afterwards comes a knocking at your door.
- Go see who that is, will you?
- >"Right away, Anon." She begins trotting to the front.
- And if it's Fluttershy, get rid of her.
- >You see her nod as she rounds the doorframe.
- >A few minutes and a "meep" and "eep" later, Cheerilee returns to the bedroom.
- >You grin and rub her behind the ears.
- For today's activities... You're going to clean my house, okay?
- >"I'd love to, Mr. Anon."
- >Your eyes narrow devilishly.
- And then let's go get you rutted by every stallion in P0nyville.
- >"Anything for you, Anonymous." You see a single tear run down her face.
- >The next two days were going to be good days.
- [spoiler] Bad End? [/spoiler]
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