Anon in Equestria: Chapter 5: Lust and Lies

            	Fifteen minutes your walk along the dirt path to Zecora’s is spent doing nothing more than listening to the life of the forest around you. Exotic birds chip along; animals stalking through the brush stir up the leaves hoping to catch a meal. It’s a symphony of constant activity the likes of which you’ve never heard back on Earth. Before coming here you were used to the blaring of horns and the grating sounds of yelling, along with the hustle and bustle that came with the city life.

                                            	Some would think that coming here and helping Zecora would be a chore, but not you. Her company, plus this enchanting yet dangerous forest has served you well those last two weeks you were here. Being without sight allowed you to really focus in on the sounds, you smile lazily to yourself as you keep pace with the soft clopping of hooves just ahead of you.

                            	“Almost there Anon, I can see her hut from here.” She sounds like a mare on a mission.

                            	“Alright, how’s the day looking?” You’re curious as to whether or not you’ll be able to make it home in the same night. While you’re sure Zecora wouldn’t mind the company, you don’t want to impose more than you have to.

                            	“It’ll be night before we get back to Fluttershy’s. We’ll need to be careful on our way back,” you take her words to heart. You’ve heard some things prowling around on sleepless nights here in the Everfree. Sometimes you’d wonder how Zecora never had to deal with creatures invading her home. Then again, if she was able to frighten the timber wolves into running, then certainly she has other methods to scare anything else into staying away.

                            	“Good to know. I’ll try not to slow you down.” She says nothing after that. It isn’t until the strong scent of Ninroot and Poison Joke pervades the air do you realize that you’ve made it to Zecora’s hut. Twilight helps guide you to the door before she herself knocks on it. You hear the sounds of hooves clopping on wood as Zecora makes her way over.

                            	“Who could that be, is that Twilight and Anon I see?” You could hear the hinges creak as she opens her door. She appears before the two of you with a welcoming smile that immediately drops upon seeing you. “And what may I ask happened to you, that has your eyes concealed from view?”

                            	“Long story short, I got attacked. Some insect pony hit my eyes with a spell and virtually melted them. I’m blind.” Zecora’s eyes widen with shock and her frown only deepens at the news.

                            	“W-Well I,” Zecora seems to fumble over her words, “I don’t know what I can do. There is absolutely nothing I can brew for you. If I could I would without hesitation, to be unable to help leaves me feeling utter devastation.” Her ears flatten against the sides of her head and she casts a distraught gaze to the forest floor.

                            	“Actually, there’s something you can do,” her hopeful eyes are immediately brought up to you.

                            	“I will do anything I can to help you see, so what do you need of me?” You grin, happy to know that she’s willing to drop what she’s doing to aid you. She really is a dear friend, and you feel lucky to have her around.

                            	“If you fix up that potion you used on me and Dash that would help tremendously. You know which one I’m talking about right?”

                            	“Indeed I do. Here, come inside, both of you,” before she does so, she turns to Twilight, “But this particular brew of mine takes time to make, to have him travel in the dark would be a mistake. He should remain with me for the night. At least until the forest is filled with daylight,” Twilight puts a hoof to her chin in thought.

                            	“I really don’t want to leave Spike alone,” she looks up at you, “And leading him blind through the forest at night is very dangerous. It might be best for Anonymous to stay.” You shrug your shoulders, you didn’t mind as long as Zecora didn’t.

                            	“I don’t mind, do you still have my cot set up?” Zecora nods, though you can’t see it.

                            	“Indeed I do, I always have it ready for you. And you might be in for a surprise to find that it has grown in size.” Typically you would stay in a small makeshift cot in her floor. It wasn’t the most comfy thing, your feet would be stuck on the cold wooden floor, but if she’s made it bigger you might have a more comfortable sleep.

                            	Twilight gasps before looking up at the sky. The light was fading fast. “Oh no, I need to go, like, now. Sorry I can’t stay! Good luck you two!” You’re surprised to hear Twilight gallop off full speed.

                            	“Well, bye,” you mumble before turning your head to where you heard Zecora’s voice. The feeling of her tail hitting your thigh catches your attention.

                            	“Take hold of my tail and I’ll lead you inside without fail,” without thinking twice you grab hold of her thing extension. You’re sure to bend over as soon as you hear hoof upon wood, when you feel yourself crossing the threshold you release your grip on Zecora’s tail. Your ears flick as you hear her move around you and over to her door.

                            	Upon closing it she helps guide you by softly pushing on your lower back. Thankfully you miss the cauldron altogether and you successfully make it to her room. She doesn’t even have to say a thing about your cot. You can feel it when you thighs bump against it. You bend over and feel around for a moment, and you find that not only did she help raise it off of the ground, but she’s widened it.

                            	Though one thing you do notice is that it’s bordering Zecora’s bed. It’s as though she’s taken two twin size beds and pushed them together. When she removes herself from your back she is more than willing to explain.

                            	“I forgot to separate them that much is true, but if you could feel the added comfort you would too.” You chuckle before shaking your head and carefully sitting upon your new cot.

                            	“Its fine, Zecora. You don’t have to explain anything to me.” You try to use your body in order to make the beds pull apart, only to realize that you manage to maybe move it a few inches.

                            	You do remember how small her bedroom is; in fact, if you could see it you’d probably realize that there’s little room for anything in here other than sleep. She already had to take care stepping around you if she woke up before you did. With things as they are you’re going to end up sleeping with her.

                            	“But, uh, if you’d like to keep your bed I’ll just take a spot next to the cauldron or something.”

                            	“Nonsense, Anon, our arrangement is fine; having you sleep with me is no problem of mine. I know it seems like a tight fit, but trust me we can share it. Now please lay back and rest, your potion will be ready soon, that much I can attest.” You gulp nervously before complying. While the bed does appear to be relaxing, and it does feel like it can fit the two of you comfortably, you can’t help but feel anxious.

                            	You haven’t slept with anyone since Eris, and that was only because the two of you passed out drunk in her room. It doesn’t help that you know Eris likes you, and if she knew she’d probably be furious. That leads you to consider what Pinkie would think, and once you do pangs of guilt well within your chest. You sigh before rolling onto your side.

                            	This was something you would have hoped to avoid entirely. In a way you were okay with the thought of being alone, at least in the sense of a relationship. But both Pinkie and Eris have made obvious contributions against that idea. Both have kissed you, you’ve spent ample time with both, and you’ve even been on a few dates with Eris. You’re sure Pinkie would want to do the same, especially when you go to work tomorrow.

                            	And here you’ve spent quite a bit of time with Zecora too. You’ve shared many stories with one another as well, and you have caught on to how she was acting when you were nearing the end of your second week; after all, you’re not blind. Well, at the time you weren’t. There’s a good chance Zecora is feeling the same as the other two are.

                            	Your grunt of frustration is covered by the sounds of Zecora as she empties the cauldron of its contents. The thought of choosing something like this is infuriating to you. For so long you were without a significant other, yet here you are with two and a possible third.

                            	You were hoping they’d see you as what you are; an oddity, an alien to their world. At the same time you wanted to know that your bodies weren’t compatible. You were aware that the horses back on Earth were built differently in comparison to you. The ponies here are supposed to be no exception to that. You should be tiny in comparison to stallions. If you can’t provide both emotionally and physically what good would you have been?

                            	Unfortunately with stallions being naked just as the mares are you’ve been able to compare sizes. You’re actually bigger than some of them from what you’ve seen. They should be much larger than your average sized tool, yet they aren’t. You’re perfectly capable of pleasing a mare and that knowledge makes should make you feel sick to your stomach, but it doesn’t. At least, not as severely as you would have hoped.

                            	Perhaps you were starting to get comfortable with the idea of being with a mare, and maybe you weren’t against going further than simple dating or kissing. But the fact that they’re still ponies grates on your nerves.

                            	You shouldn’t feel okay with those ideas, yet you are. You shake your head, disappointed with yourself. It appears as though Eris didn’t have to try to remove your inhibitions after all. It only took a month for you to become a freak.

                            	Though, that’s not the main cause for worry. What happens to be is that you have three potential special someponies. The worst part is that you honestly wouldn’t mind any of them, all three have traits you find attractive. Each has played a part in making you who you are here, they’ve shown you kindness unlike any other, and if you were to name them all you’d be up all night.

                            	Though, they’ve all got their faults, as do you. Pinkie’s incessant talking gets annoying, you’ve wanted to kill Eris on many occasions, and Zecora’s rhyming did get grating after a while. But you could easily outweigh those imperfections with all they’ve done and how they are.

                            	But you can’t have them all, that wouldn’t be right or fair to any of them. And the last thing you’d want is to hurt anyone. But you’ll probably have to if it gets to that point. Until then you’ll stay as you are and hopefully avoid it for as long as you can. But you can’t string them along either…

                            	As Zecora starts to add the ingredients necessary for your purifying potion your mind recollects each and every little thing it can about the three possible choices you’ve got. Pinkie was fun and eccentric, Eris has made herself out to be the dangerous and passionate type, and mysterious would be the perfect word to describe Zecora. Now, what do you like more? This is gonna be a long night…

                            	Hours pass as you go over each and every possible thing you could in order to make a proper decision. Sadly for Eris she’s probably going to be on the ass end of that deal, especially if she doesn’t get her act together. She’s the one who put you in the most precarious positions. You lost her mind because of her and her father, and that's still feels quite fresh in your thoughts.

            	Your thoughts are cut off as a cold breeze blows through the open window. The soft pitter patter of rain follows close by. You were told that the Everfree had its own weather patterns, but honestly you weren’t expecting it to rain. Apparently neither was Zecora; she says something in her native language before scrambling for her open window.

            	When you hear the shutters slam you jolt a little at the sudden noise. At least you won’t have to deal with the potential of getting wet, or the risk of having your potion ruined. Speaking of, with the shutters closed Zecora makes her way over to you. The bed shifts a little as she jumps on top of it. After she’s situated she makes her way over to you. You sit up to meet her.

            	“It’s ready? Seems like it took a little longer than last time,” you say while holding out your hands. When you feel a bowl placed in them you bring it your chest.

            	“I apologize for making you wait. I understand it is a bit late. It took me a moment to find the things I needed, and if I rushed I would not have succeeded.” You inhale the concoction like you did a month ago. That same burning sensation returns, though it’s not as pronounced as it was the first time.

            	“I can see your disdain considering the pain. Just know that I am here for you, and will be until this is through.” She shifts until you feel her leaning into your side. Her soft coat against your arm alone is enough to bring your blood rushing to your cheeks. In your state however you have no idea if she can see it or not. Regardless, you have to admit that her presence is very calming. Without thinking more about it you bring the bowl to your lips and down its contents.

            	Like before you can feel the heat rise in your throat, it’s so pronounced it manages to completely clear your sinuses of any blockage. Then the wheezing starts, instinctively you grab hold of your throat in order to give some semblance of relief, but it never comes. Sweat appears to pour from you as the heat only rises in temperature.

            	Though, there is one thing that is comforting throughout this whole ordeal, and that is a single hoof as it gently rubs your back. While it doesn’t offer any real comfort, it’s something you can hopefully focus on rather than the burning sensations of Zecora’s potion.

            	Finally, after what seems like an eternity, it fades. You finally feel your body cool down as well. Surprisingly, you don’t pass out and hallucinate like you did the last time. Perhaps it’s because you weren’t corrupted this time around. Instead you only had the magic in your body that was used to heal your burns and aching arm. You breathe a sigh of relief before turning to face Zecora.

            	“Thanks, your hoof helped to distract me a little. Still hurt like hell though,” you wheeze before rubbing your aching throat. “You have any water?” Silence is your only answer. You know Zecora heard you; she’s right next to you, still rubbing your back. Though her strokes have become long and drawn out, more so than they were before. “Z-Zecora?” She clears her throat before pulling her hoof away.

            	What you didn’t see was that she was marveling at the fact that you seem to have no wounds on your person. With your wrapping gone she can see that the missing patches of hair and cuts are no longer there. She was admiring you in as it were; she’s not used to seeing you without some sort of injury.

            	“Y-yes I do, I shall get some for you. And I will empty and clean the cauldron as if you wish to bathe, and do not fret, I’ll behave,” the provocative way she accentuated the last bit caused you to inch away. You didn’t like that, nor did you like her enthralling laughter that followed. As she gets off the bed in order to get what you asked you find yourself wiping away the new line of sweat lining your brow.

            	“I uh, I think I’ll skip out on the bath.” You manage despite your heart starting to beat a mile a minute. “I’d probably need you to stand by me so you could get me what I needed anyway, and you would have had to help guide me in and out.”

            	“That is fine by me, I wouldn’t want to either if I couldn’t see.” Thankfully she understands your position. “Though I would assist you if you asked, I would not have felt harassed.”

            	Zecora is making it pretty obvious she’s got a thing for you, that much is certain. Despite knowing that she can be fairly direct you weren’t expecting this. Uncertainty, curiosity, and many other emotions seem to culminate as over think how she’s been acting. In fact, it distracts you so much you don’t even feel her hoof shaking your thigh as she tries to get your attention.

            	“Who, wha huh?” While that wasn’t the smoothest way to acknowledge her presence, you earn a giggle from her nonetheless.

            	“Here you go, please drink it slow. After you finish you need to rest, if you stay awake you cause your body stress.” You heed her warning with a nod before slowly sipping your refreshment. You grimace when you feel your stomach start to suddenly heat up. Zecora notices your discomfort.

            	“I put a little something extra inside, relief and comfort it shall provide. I know it seems a little strange, but your distress will disappear after this exchange. You slept through this part of the trial, if you don’t finish your drink your discomfort will stay for a while.” She flashes you a wide grin and her eyes twist into fury for a mere moment before being replaced with a stoic expression. You take a test sniff of the water before taking a rather large gulp.

            	You play with the water in your mouth for a moment before swallowing, your water tastes a little bitter, almost as though there were bits of sediment in it. It’s not too noticeable so you don’t comment on it. You’re happy to have something to replenish your body of its lost liquids. You do nothing more than nod, letting her know that you taste what she’s mixed into it.

            	When your glass has been emptied, you can feel the fire in your stomach start to die down. You breathe a sigh of relief before putting the empty glass where you heard Zecora. As she takes it you’re sure to thank her. She answers back with a silent smile.

            	As she takes care of whatever else she needs to, you lie back on the blanket and idly run a hand along her blankets. You can feel the one you’ve been using and hers. She really has combined the two in more ways than one.

            	Due to the unpredictable weather you do realize how cold it can get some nights, you can’t really blame her for using your stuff. Technically it’s her things, but she’s given them to you to use. Though, the more you run your hands along them, the more you can feel the weight of sleep approaching.

            	You guess that putting your body through that labor tired you out; upon realizing that you start removing your clothing bit by bit, starting with your shoes. The sound of them hitting her floor causes her to stop what she’s doing and turn to you.

            	“Getting ready for bed I see, I hope you don’t mind sharing with me,” You shake your head.

            	“No, not at all, just uh, you know I like to sleep, well, like this.” you accentuate your point when you remove your jeans, leaving you in nothing more than your boxers.

            	“Anonymous, I am naked all the time. Your preferences are no problem of mine.” She chuckles. She’s got a good point, the only time you’ve seen these ponies wear clothes is whether they’re on the job or at an event. With that in mind you casually toss your clothes into the floor, and climb under the sheets. You have to admit that the warmth provided by her blankets fills you with a state of calm.

            	A contented sigh leaves you as you lay on your side. Though, your tranquil state only lasts a few minutes as you feel the covers lift, and a source of heat joins you under them. Though Zecora spends most of her time alone, it doesn’t seem like she comprehends the concept of personal space very well.

            	Your fingers feel hints of her soft coat as she moves over to you. You can feel the heat radiate off her body as she closes what little distance her cot provides. Instinctively you move away from her and she in turn advances.

            	This little back and forth between the two of you has her laughing. Regardless she shows no signs of stopping until you feel your back hit the wall. Without anywhere to go Zecora closes the distance and puts her back against your chest.

            	“You’re a persistent one aren’t you?” you grumble before putting your arms to your side. Unfortunately you don’t realize just how much of an impact your words have on your host.

            	“Am I really that unappealing, or is this hesitancy you are feeling?” You’re granted reprieve from how upset she’s become from your actions. You know Zecora can be quite direct, but this comes as a surprise nonetheless. You stumble over a response that never comes. You honestly don’t know how to answer to that; at least not in a way that’d make her drop this.

            	“W-well, I mean,” it doesn’t help that you find this situation to be quite awkward. You’ve never had a conversation like this before. You don’t know how to proceed. “I-I’m not a zebra, I’m a human. How could you feel ANY attraction to me?” She sighs before turning around and facing you.

            	“This is something I’ve yet to tell, I guess it’s time to let you know as well. In Zebrabwe our tribe would have died if we did not have my mother as our guide. She brought us together with many things, Lemurs and Lions, both Shamans and Kings. "More than once we would elope, if both Zebra and Lion came together it gave our tribes hope. In turn we would thrive; because of her we stayed alive. Over the years we did many things,” she moves ever closer, you can feel her breath upon the nape of your neck, it sent shivers coursing throughout your very being, “more than once we would lie with our mates to see what pleasures each species brings…” She accentuates her point by running one of her unbelievably soft hooves down your chest. You clamp your mouth tightly in order to stifle a gasp.

            	Her smile widens as she sees your unwillingness start to fade. At first, you would cringe from her touch, but now, your body begins to relax. In fact, you find yourself wrapping your arms around her and pulling her closer.

            	For a month you’ve gotten to know this hermit of the Everfree. It’s a rare opportunity that only a few got to experience, and when it comes to this, the only one is you. No one else has scoured this vast expanse of forest in search of goods with her. Nor has anyone sat and spoke with her for hours trying to get to know more about her. No one other than Applebloom had the pleasure of helping her as she created whatever came to mind, or the sleepless nights that would come with it.

            	She had this mysterious allure about her, that much was certain. It was plain as day the time she rescued you from the timber wolves. The way she’d move about as though she tamed this wild beast of a forest, her seemingly endless knowledge on what it means to be both a Shaman and an Apothecarist, or the wisdom that she passed to you whenever you made a mistake.

            	And those blue eyes of hers, always alight with the hunger for discovery. You’ve seen the way she’d get whenever she was working out of her comfort zone. When she was mixing up something new you could vividly picture that excited smile on her face. And of course just how absorbed into her work she could be. She didn’t slack, she didn’t take short cuts, and as far as you knew there was nothing that could keep her from doing what she loved the most.

            	But despite all of that, her unique looks, her personality, you couldn’t bring yourself to go further than where you are now. Not because you’re blind, or unwilling, it’s because of the third reason. You’re a human, and she’s a zebra.

            	You know there’d be no pleasing her. As far as anatomy goes you’re too small to get the job done. Your bodies are too different, just thinking that a lion and a zebra could somehow work past that just doesn’t make sense, at least not for you. So, when you feel her hoof travel below your waistline you grab hold of it.

            	“Anon, is something wrong? Am I coming on a bit too strong?” You shake your head, “Then what may I ask is stopping you from wanting to see this through?”

            	“I’m too small… and I’m a virgin.” You can feel a huge loss of your pride from that statement. Especially since you’re positively sure you’re right. Your ears twitch when you catch her stifling her laughter.

            	“I have seen it before, many times in fact, what makes you think that? If I did not believe that you were up to par, then we would not have gone this far, though I am sure I would have made something to help you, I would make sure your “confidence” grew.” Laughter fills the air after that. You have to say you find it refreshing that was it an issue she’d help out regardless. When your laughter dies down to soft chuckling you find your lips inching closer to hers.

            	You could feel the hotness of her breath against your skin, just as she could feel yours against her fur. The two of you lie there, motionless. You can hear your heart in your ears as it pumps furiously with the quickened flow of blood. Your breathing starts to match its pace.

            	“As for your other issue if that’s all, then that is a problem I’m more than willing to solve…” You’re not sure if you heard right, but by the sound of it she didn’t rhyme that out.

            	“Wait, Zecora, that didn’t rhym-Mmmphf!” She cuts you off when you feel her soft, velvet-like lips press against your own. It’s then you realize what she’s said rather than how she said it. Naturally, you’re taken by surprise, so much so that she easily puts you onto your back and climbs on top of you.

            	Without your eyes you’re forced to play upon your other senses in order to know what’s happening, even without your eyes it’s quite powerful… the scent of soil, among lilacs, and even various fruits seem to culminate, it’s as though she’s really one with the earth.

            	While the two of you share this moment of bliss, Zecora opens her eyes to look over you. She smiles into the kiss and her eyes seem to take on a green tint, but as soon as she blinks they’re back to their blue hue.

            	The sensation of her warmth, and the softness of her coat as she presses herself into you does nothing more than fuel you for what’s to come. Her moist tongue trails upon your lips, seemingly begging for entrance. You’ve never done anything further than this, so admittedly you’re quite nervous. Yet, regardless of how you feel, you give her what she seeks. As soon as you part for her she takes advantage. You inhale sharply as you feel her long, wet tongue invades your mouth.

            	Her muscle runs wild within; it trails along the roof of your mouth, the back of your teeth, until it finally starts to run along yours in small strokes. You’re not experienced in this sort of thing, you find it hard to do nothing more than let her take control. Though, you’re not going to let a creature half your size dominate you without putting up a fight.

            	You lightly drag your fingertips along her back, causing her to shutter under your touch. Further your hands explore until they reach her thick curves. Deciding to throw caution to the wind you pull a hand back, and then bring it down in an open palmed slap upon her flanks. A resounding smack seems to echo throughout the room. Your action causes her to gasp into your maw.

            	It’s at this point you realize you flipped a switch. Her hooves seem to defy her body structure as she wraps them around your neck, deepening the kiss. Your simple action has unleashed a ferocity that you didn’t know the Everfree Hermit had.

            	Her tongue goes from playfully lapping and wrestling to a full blown assault. It takes everything you have to keep from choking on her as she forces herself down your throat. It’s much longer than you gave it credit for. The way she seems to moan with each breath she takes, it’s as though she’s kissing you with voracious desire. The years she’s spent without another like you must have left her body starved for this sensation. And Zecora intends to get her fill. Like a glutton she steals your breath away.

            	All you can do is wrap your arms around her push back, your fervor cannot hope to match hers, but you refuse to have her believe that this feeling is one sided. You’ve never been able to experience something like this. No girl would ever let you and you were in no condition for it anyway. You’ve denied your body this sensation for many years, and it seems to want to catch up on lost time.

            	You want desperately to savor her taste, her sounds, her scent, and her body. If you can’t experience it with your eyes, you’re going to do everything you can to make sure you can with everything else. It’s intoxicating; the knowledge that you’re a slave to every other sense but sight, you could even say it excites you. Your hitched breathing, and the way you dig your fingers into her coat could attest to that.

            	She writhes under your amateurish touch. Even without proper knowledge, the way her supple body moves on top of you excites you to no end. Unfortunately, it’s getting a bit hard for you to breathe. While you regret doing this you reluctantly part lips. The labor has left you both panting and gasping for air.

            	A single, solitary strand of spittle still connects the two of you. It’s not made known to you until it finally breaks away and lands upon your chin. You wipe it away as you try to recover from the enthusiastic efforts shared between the two of you.

            	Neither of you say a word; it isn’t needed. Judging from the blood rushing to your lower half, forcing it to stand at attention, and the scent of her need for you, it’s painfully obvious what both of you want. She leans in, her breath tickling your cheek as she does so.

            	“Anon are you ready? If you say yes I’ll be anything but slow and steady.” She whispers intimately into your ear. Your body shakes when she nibbles upon your lobe. “So, Anonymous what will it be, will you truly share this bed with me?”

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            	You only take a few moments to decide. Admittedly you’re quite excited. The prospect of physical intimacy with another, something you thought you’d live without, is in your grasp. You take in one last lungful of air. When you exhale you answer.

            	“Yes,” you chuckle nervously before grinning, “still a bit nervous though.” You don’t see the thin smile she’s sporting or the hunger in her gaze as she looks at you like a piece of meat. You experience a moment of sudden loss as she moves off of you, then anticipation as you hear her shuffle along the bed.

            	The only thing you can sense is her lingering scent and the sounds of her movement. Your nervousness seems to turn up a notch when Zecora roughly tears away your boxers. When your erection is on display for her to see, to use as she sees fit, you start having second thoughts. Those dissipate instantly when you feel her tongue lightly run along the tip.

            	Your body appears to freeze as a single crack of lightning seems to course through you for that moment. Your reaction causes Zecora to chuckle, as she repositions herself in between your legs you gasp as her hot breath washes over your dick.

            	“See Anonymous, your size is fine. And your taste is divine…” As you feel her warm wet lips wrap tightly around the head of your member you let out a sharp gasp before clutching her blankets. You’re in completely foreign territory now, and you think it’s best to let Zecora keep the lead she has. And there is no way she’ll disappoint you.

            	She was right to warn you. Zecora is showing that by no means is she a slow and steady lover. She’s nursing upon your slit like a child starving for its mother’s milk.  It’s quite rough, but it’s enough to throw you into a torrent of ecstasy. You bite down on your hand to keep from crying out.

            	Her beautiful blue orbs cast a quick glance up to you. A smile graces her when she sees just how much you’re enjoying her work. While she finds it unfortunate that you can’t see, at the same time knowing that you’re blind excites her to end. She could give your other senses a run for their money, and that’s what she intends on doing.

            	Bored of barely bobbing upon your phallus and suckling your head, she parts her lips from it with a wet smack before pulling back and drawing an agonizingly slow, sensual lick from the base of your shaft to the tip.

            	You can’t stand it any longer, the wetness of her tongue and her warm breath causes you to bring your head back and moan. Zecora’s smile widens before she throws away any semblance you had that she was going easy on you. She positions her lips over your head again, but this time she takes the entirety of your phallus into her eager mouth.

            	When you feel her lips brush against the skin of your crotch you nearly lose it then and there. The only thing keeping you from completely losing yourself is the fact that you’re gripping her blankets. Your hand has such a tight hold it’s to the point of your knuckles turning white from the strain. It’s hard for your pleasure ridden mind to register.

            	The entirety of her mouth seems to tightly hug your erection in its entirety. She doesn’t wait long before she starts bobbing her head. Each breath comes out shaky as she quickens her pace. Each time she draws you in you find yourself holding your breath, but when she pulls back and nurses your tip you can’t seem to form a cognitive thought.

            	All you can do is lie there and let her do whatever she pleases; you’re at her mercy. She alternates between bobbing upon your phallus, and focusing on your most sensitive area. Whenever it seemed liked she’d part from your member, she’d swirl her tongue around the tip in a circle before forcing her lips back to your crotch.

            	As your breathing starts to pick up you can feel pressure begin to build within your loins. A sensation you’ve only felt whenever you found time to take care of yourself. That is something you’ve neglected to do since coming to this place. You’ve gone a good month and then some since the last time.

            	“Z-Zecora,” you hiss through your teeth, “Almost,” you manage between fits of breath. You can barely think, this zebra’s technique is leaving you with nothing more than white hot flashes of light and indescribable pleasure. Your forced words of warning do nothing to deter Zecora.

            	In fact, she increases her pace and her sucking becomes forceful. All the while the pressure amasses itself to the point where you can only grab hold of her Mohawk and force her to take you to your base. In that single, solitary moment you release not only a month’s worth of seed, but a few years of pent up frustration along with it.

            	You grunt each time your hardened member pumps your ejaculate down her throat. Though you may have her locks in between your digits forcing her to stay, you doubt you’d need to do that anyway. Zecora moans happily as she greedily gulps down bit by bit.

            	A wave of exhaustion seems to wash over you and you let loose a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. That’s when you finally allow Zecora to move from your still throbbing erection. She releases you from her mouth’s grip; strands of saliva follow her in her wake. You can hear Zecora panting from her excursion.

CLOP PART ENDS HERE




            	Though you’ve just expended quite a bit, your body is still more than willing to go on. Naturally she notices this, her tittering attests to that. She moves away from her place in between your legs. She places her hooves upon your chest and pushes up. As soon as her fur comes into contact with your sensitive reaction you yelp and your hips buck involuntarily.

            	“Impatient are we? Give me a moment, Anonymous.” You find it odd that she’s broken out of her rhyming mantra for a second time. In fact, you find yourself getting into a sitting position, much to the dismay of your partner.  “W-what’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re going to quit.”

            	“That’s the third time you didn’t rhyme. Two were one right after the other.” Your frown deepens when you hear Zecora gulp nervously. “You rhymed commands to me while we were fighting Timber Wolves two weeks ago. I didn’t think something like this would change that.”

            	“I-I,” she starts before becoming silent.

            	“You, you what, I brought it up when you first did it and you cut me off with a kiss. Now here you are doing it again.” As your member starts to soften you find it much easier to think.

            	She sighs to herself before shaking her head. Then, she cuts you an evil glare. Her eyes flash with a green light, and her body begins to change right before you. You can’t even see as the zebra you thought you were with turns out to be something much worse. Now, sitting in your lap, is an insect pony.

            	“Since you can’t see, I’ll explain this in a simple way,” the insect pony says using Zecora’s voice. Her horn begins to glow and your body does in turn. You feel the warmth that comes with that and all at once realization washes over you. You’re not with Zecora.

            	“Who are you?!” You’re answered with a feminine sounding hiss. You heart leaps into your throat out of fear. Despite exhaustion starting to take its toll on your body, you try to struggle. But the green aura surrounding you puts a stop to that.

            	“I’m the one you kicked into the bucking woods, assssssshole!” You open your mouth to speak but the creature forces you onto your back, cutting you off. She takes the spot back on your chest. She doesn’t look angry though, she’s giving you that same gaze she did before, as though you’re her prey and she’s the predator. “But, you’ll do more than make up for it, won’t you Anon?” You start to struggle again, but this creature’s magic is way too powerful. You do nothing more than wear yourself down.

            	“Why can’t I move?!”

            	“Oh, I’m much stronger than when we met the other day. You’d be amazed just how far a little love can go. And your zebra friend gave me plenty of it.” You can feel your blood boiling at this point.

            	“What did you do to Zecora?!” Her answer chills you to the core. She mimics YOUR voice.

            	“It’s funny how trusting a pony can be, especially when they believe what they see,” she cackles before shaking her head and going back to her true grating tone, “the stupid zebra thought that I was you! And just like you all it took was a few words, and a little action,” she accentuates her point by dragging one of her hardened hooves along your flaccid member. “Oh but don’t worry, she and I didn’t go too far. She figured it out before I had to. She is much smarter than you; I’ll give her that.”

            	You spit and grin when you hear her sputter. This earns you a swift strike to the jaw. You’re reeling from the blow, it’s as though someone sucker punched you with a brick

            	“That was rude,” her angry frown goes right back to her sinister smile, “But I’ll forgive you after I make you earn it,” She leans in and lightly pokes your nose, “and after you do that I’ll be taking you to see my Queen.” Fear wells in your chest from her implications. “But before I steal that last bit of purity from you, I feel like I should introduce myself. The name’s Duplicate, Dup for short,” her alluring laughter echoes throughout the otherwise quiet hut, “and tonight is gonna be the best one of your life.”

Some time later...


                “I can’t believe you couldn’t get it up! What a useless human!” Duplicate jeers while carrying you through the Everfree via a green magic bubble. Luckily for you she was able to use her magic to put your clothes back on, and to re-apply your head wrap. As far as the force field you’re being carried in, she’s made it big enough for you to stand and move around in. While it allows more comfort, it makes you out to be a much brighter target among the beasts that’d love to eat you.

            	 But, it still permits you to answer her comment in the best way you know how; by constantly swinging fist after fist at the orb that imprisons you. To you, it’s as though you’re punching bullet proof glass, but you don’t care what you’re slamming your knuckles into. You’re going to get out of her and snap that insect’s neck.

            	“You know, that’s hopeless. If you couldn’t get out when you were on the bed, then you’re wasting your time now.” Regardless of whether you’re wasting your time or not, there is no way you’re going to give up. You cry out in frustration with each blow that doesn’t bring you any closer to freedom.

            	Sweat pours down your brow and your body strains from the excess amount of force you’re putting it through. With a final roar you swing with all of your might for one final strike. It’s repelled just like all the others. It almost bounces off, leaving you no closer to freedom. With your energy finally leaving your tired body, you collapse upon your knees and pant.

            	“Good, you’re done. Now I can finally have some peace.” Dup smiles before turning back and walking back along her little path. The sounds of her hooves moving through the foliage, and your ragged breathing are all that seem to accompany you on your journey.

            	Many questions plague your mind. How you ended up in such a mess, what these insects are, what is she going to do with you, and even when this particular bug switched with Zecora is another question. It’s the one you’re dreading the most, the one that you don’t want to know the answer to.

            	The thought of believing that everything you’ve gone through with the hermit being a lie, you couldn’t take it. But you have to know, if you were falling for an imitation, or the real thing. You sigh to yourself, finally stopping your panting.

            	“Duplicate,” you hear her stop. She turns to face you, this time she’s without any petty insult.

            	“What do you want now?”

            	“How long?” She tilts her head in confusion.

            	“What?” You grumble before asking a bit louder than before.

            	“How long were you posing as Zecora?” You don’t see it, but the ends of her lips curl into a cruel smile. Duplicate seems all too joyful to answer your question.

            	“A month Anon, while you were busy spending time with the ponies in Ponyville I made the switch. I disguised myself as you, took what little love Zecora had for you, and then I replaced her.” You shake your head in disbelief, and this only fuels her to continue, “She’s been sitting in one of our hives since then, feeding our young. Though I gotta say, she made it easy to take her place. She had a few journals lying around, same goes for recipe notes. I was able to do a bit of homework before you went into the wood to make it up to her. It made it so easy for you to trust me.”

            	“No…”

            	“So easy for you to… love me.” You grind your teeth, and you can feel that familiar burning as your rage comes to a boiling point.

            	“You liar!” You bring your fists down upon the bottom of the sphere. This only causes her to chuckle happily. “There’s no way that was all you!”

            	“Oh, so you think it was Zecora that rescued you from the falls? Was she the one who’d spend countless nights teaching you to become better? Was it really the zebra that shared those stories with you, or was it me?”

            	She doesn’t stop there, she recounts all those times you and she went on little adventures through the woods. About how she thought it so funny how receptive you were of her, that you’d allow yourself to be so trusting while being so blind to the truth. You were a fool, and she only rubbed the salt deeper into your wounds. She was looking to rile you up, and Dup definitely succeeded.

            	“Let me tell you something Anon, the ONLY reason why you found out who I was, is because I get really excited at the prospect of mating. I didn’t mess up a bucking thing until tonight. It’s too bad you’re blind huh, you could actually do something about me taking your little zebra away.” Her laughter seems to grow louder, almost as if it were echoing throughout your very mind. It grates upon your nerves. You find your whole body shivering with anger, and with a primal roar you’re back on your feet and swinging your fists into the sphere yet again.

            	“What, again? Wow, and here I thought you were done. Huh, guess not, so much for having a peaceful walk through the woods I guess.” Dup’s disappointment is apparent as your renewed assault continues. You don’t know how much time has passed, nor do you know just where you’re going. But one thing’s for sure, you’re going to get out of here.

            	The thought of your two weeks here with what you thought was your friend is all the fuel you need to keep going. It feels just like the day Discord corrupted you. With each beat of your heart you felt as though it were being squeezed of life. Your lungs were burning, aching for air which only leaves it as you swing again and again. Still you press on, much to Duplicate’s dismay.

            	You don’t know it, but the more you assault your prison, the more power she needs to exert in order to keep you trapped. You are wearing away at her bit, by bit. As you move through the foliage she starts sweating and panting just like you are now. It’s becoming a labor keeping you imprisoned, after another three minutes she’s forced to stop completely.

            	“D-D- damn it Anon, stop doing that,” she breathlessly orders, “Y-you’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

            	“FUCK YOU!” you scream before bending backward a bit. You have both fists clenched so tight you can feel the warm fluid of life flowing from them. Suddenly you move forward and swing your fists as fast as you can without stopping. They’re a blur as you put forth what remains of your energy into this rapid flurry of blows.

            	In response, Duplicate tries to put you down by shocking you from within the sphere. Unfortunately for her she’s already exerted too much. Her electricity does nothing more than sting you, it does can’t stop you from trying to reach your goal.

            	As she tries to put you down she weakens the shield more and more until you hear a satisfying crack when one of your fists  make contact. That drives you to press on; as you do you can hear it spread throughout the entire orb. For the final blow you bring both fists forward simultaneously upon a weakened spot. Your prison shatters like glass immediately after.

            	You yelp when you suddenly drop a few feet. Thankfully you’re able to keep your balance.  You’re sure to stand as quietly as possible; you’re looking for your target. As soon as you hear her breathing you turn your head to face her.

            	You get to your feet and quietly walk over to her. Judging by how hard it is to intake air you’ve put your body through too much labor. But you can’t stop yet, not until you tear this bug limb from limb. Retribution for the lies, and the love you’ve lost.

            	She must find you intimidating, because the closer you get to her, the louder her whimpering becomes, and the more you hear the leaves and twigs under her get moved about as she tries to scramble away. Despite the adrenaline and murderous intent driving you forward, you find yourself smiling. Not at the thought of killing her, but how easy it’ll be.

            	She sounds like she ran a marathon, and if she could cast a spell she would have stopped you by now. You crack your knuckles and wince at how sore they’ve become. Only a little more abuse and your hands will finally have some rest.

            	“H-H-How did you do that?” she pants as she backs away. Duplicate keeps her eyes trained on you, not realizing that she’s backing herself up into a tree.

            	“Let me explain it in a way you’ll understand,” You stop when you think you’re right before her, “When you piss a human off, it’ll do whatever it can to get even. You just took the attraction I thought I had and stomped it into the ground. I think it’s only fair I do the same thing TO YOUR SKULL!”

            	She seems to have a bit of confidence despite wearing herself out. She dons a cocky smirk and looks to up to you with a smirk.

            	“You can’t even see me, what in Tartarus are you going to do?” You try punting from the sound of her voice, only to miss by a few inches. Dup’s smile grows wider as she steps around you. You’re embarrassed by the prospect of missing, but you’re far from deterred. You bring your foot up to stomp where you hear her shuffling around, but again you miss.

            	You let out a deep, angry growl before doing the same thing yet again. You don’t even know it, but you’re not even close. She’s just moving around to annoy you, and even if she didn’t, you wouldn’t hit her. You’d be off your mark regardless. You have no way of exacting your revenge, and that doesn’t do anything to make you feel any better.

            	But to say that your stomping and yelling wasn’t doing anything at all would be a lie. It’s doing a good job at attracting a small group of timber wolves that so happen to be hunting in that area. The louder you yell, the more the timber wolves start moving about in anticipation. They’re excited at the prospect of a meal that’s making so much noise, less work for them to find something.

            	It isn’t until you hear a predatory growl do you stop trying to stomp, kick, or otherwise kill the insect pony. Your whip your head around and listen to the sounds of the forest that has suddenly come to life. Twigs snap under the unforgiving paws of the timber wolves as they step out from behind bushes and into the little clearing the two of you are in.

            	You can fee a familiar weight rise in your chest. Utter fear of the unknown. You have no way to see them; you only know what they are by their snarling. You can’t tell how many there are, where they are, or how far they could possibly be from you. They’re coming from all around that much is certain.

            	“Anon you idiot, you’re gonna get us killed!” comes the shrill voice of Dup as she’s forced to back up against you. She does so to avoid being eaten by a rather gutsy timber wolf who tried to take a bite out of her. You look down when you feel her hooves brush against your leg. “Just stay behind me and I’ll get us out of this mess.”

            	“Wait, why are you defending me?”

            	“If I bring my Queen a corpse she’ll have my head. Now stay back and let me save us. They look pretty hungry,” she trails off. Her eyes seem to turn into slits as she concentrates on the wolves moving around. Even in the dark she can see the look of excitement in their eyes. She gulps nervously, thinking that because of you she won’t have enough magic to save herself and you.