Starring Stripes - 5

You’re being watched. Wooden masks twisted into scornful scowls surround you on all sides. You feel like you’re being pricked with a thousand little needles, all over the surface of your skin. Zecora is nowhere to be seen. You wrestle your neck into upwards movement and scan the inside of her small abode.

“Zecora?”

You reach up and feel at your face. Everything seems to be in order still. You swing your legs out of bed and try not to throw up in the process. Your sense of balance is all out of whack and you have no idea why. Was it the aftereffects of the drugs that Zecora had given you? Your tail idly sways behind you.

What happened to your clothes? You’re naked as a new-born baby. You glance down at your crotch, legs spread slightly to give space for your frankly oversized penis. What an absurd thing. What manner of creature has a penis that is too big for it’s body? That’s so large that it gets in the way of everyday activities.

You stand up and grasp it before it swings away and shatters something important. God knows how you’d explain the damage to Zecora should the worst happen. Sorry Zecora, buddy, pal, my gigantic black dick just slapped one of your valuable artefacts and threw it to the ground. You scour the hut to try and find your clothes but find nothing.

Damn it, you can’t leave without them!

You gather your nerve and tiptoe to the front door. You unlock the latch and peel it open. You take a cautious glance into the forest, and satisfied that nobody is around to see your shame and pride, step out into the front clearing, “Zecora? Did you take my clothes?”

With no answer forthcoming you retreat back inside. Zecora might be eccentric sometimes, but she’d not be immature enough to pull a silly prank like this. For all you know she must have taken them to clean them off while you were asleep, like a good friend would after a drug fuelled dream bender. You blush as your begin to piece together some of the… thoughts that the herbs had induced in you.

You hope you didn’t mouth some of that to Zecora. While she expected honesty, she certainly did not want to hear your stupid wet dream fantasy at a time of importance. You don’t usually think much about your four-legged townsmen in a sexual way. But there was just something about the way that the zebra mare took you along. By the time she started to act you didn’t even care anymore.

This is not the time to be popping a boner in your friend’s house. Not the time at all. Your heart drops into your stomach and out of your ass as you hear the door open from the outside. You dive back under the covers on the bed and try to keep your crotch from sight. Zecora places her saddlebag down next to the cauldron and shoots you a coy smile. She’s trying to give you a god damn heart attack.

“Awake and aware at least I see, a precious guest in the heart of my tree. Although you may know that I am no prude, I know you as well are not as comfortable nude. I departed to the lake unknown to most, to clean your clothes as a gracious and kind host.”

Zecora hands you the saddlebag and you pull out your formerly dirty clothes, “Oh, thank you. I was getting worried that you were pulling a prank on me for a second there.”

“I did not expect you to waken so soon, not at least till the passing of noon.”

“…Zecora, say it to me straight – what is this really all about? Are you really trying to see the future, or divine the stars, or cure me of a mystery illness?”

“The measures I take are not false or lame, the dreams you show me are not made in vain. Illness of body or illness of mind, these are the things that will be divined. The stars have shown me a branch of your tree, a path you may walk or turn from and flee. You are blind to the truth now, but not forever, there are ties to the past that you must sever.”

“Something doesn’t feel right, what did those herbs do to me?”

“The words I speak will not stay in mind, that is what to you are purposefully blind. The things you feel and the changes to face, it is up to you to decide their pace.”

“How can I decide a pace if I don’t even know what you’re doing?” you sigh.

Zecora’s eyes narrow with menace, her hooves shoot forward and rip the blanket away from your naked body, “Woah! Hold on, Zecora!” You try and fail to cover your semi-erect member with your hands, which are just too small to cover it effectively. Zecora seems pleased with it, or at the very least she doesn’t complain about your nudity.

“Your lower half betrays your honesty; you care little for protecting your modesty.”

You don’t know what to say. But you aren’t stupid enough to imply that Zecora isn’t interested. It’s still a bit of a shock. Why would she be interested in a guy like you? Because you spend some time together? You never got much of a romantic impression from her. But on further thought you realize that it isn’t so strange at all. You and Zecora are both outsiders to the town in a lot of ways.

Zecora is a native of this world, unlike you, but even she isn’t immune from the suspicion and forgery of the gossip machine. While everyone puts on a friendly face for you, you can’t but feel that they’re afraid of you. Some of them don’t even give you that courtesy. But does that mean you should leap at the chance to sleep with her? You aren’t so sure.

It seems that it doesn’t matter what you think though, as Zecora leans down and plants the tip of her muzzle on the base of your member. “I hope you do not find me out of line, but the musk of this shaft is simply divine.”

Zecora doesn’t await permission, she cuts through your differing objections by planting her mouth on the flared tip of your cock and going on the attack. You grip the sheets as your overly sensitive cock is assaulted by her skilled tongue. A tinge of familiarity strikes you. This entire situation reminds you of the dream you had last night.

You exhale as Zecora takes you deep into her throat. You reach out and touch the back of her head, feeling the soft fur and egging her on to go further. Her pierced ears flick and swivel as if to keep track of the noises you’re making. She’s enjoying this.

“Z-Zecora, I don’t think I can hold on.”

She pulls back, still connected to you via a line of drool. Her hooves dart down and pull out a small glass jar. She places it down on the tip of your cock, and the feeling of the cool glass pushes you over the edge. You grunt as you let out a bestial load, far larger than any you’ve ever let out before. Zecora smiles as if she was outside picking plants. When you finally finish, she corks the stuff up and slides it back under the bed.

“Zecora.”

She nods.

“Why?”

“Romantic as I may be, I will not turn down a good regent for free.”

“…What exactly do you use cum for?”

Zecora just laughs at you. You sigh and run a hand through your hair, briefly brushing against your own ears. This mare is just a total mystery to you sometimes.