Acid Trips: Zecora

By: Syncronis Armani

First EP: African Bamba

You've never been fond of the Everfree Forest.

It isn't a very unusual thing to hear from any regular pony, seeing as how the forest seems to have a mind of its own; the breeds of terrible and frightening monsters that live within its woods, the unnatural atmosphere that generates separate from pegasai' control…

'So why the hell am I here again!' you begin to wonder before a voice calls out to you from ahead, catching your attention with its melodic rhyme.

"What is the hold up, pony?

Don't fall behind…;

'Lest you find something,

That catches your eye."

There's only one creature you know of in Ponyville that speaks like that: Zecora, the zebra; whom just so happens to be leading you through the deepest reaches of the dark forest at the latest of hours.

Wait… That didn't sound at ALL like something you'd normally be doing. You scramble to figure out a reason for your being here in a strange place with a strange zebra in the middle of the night, but you're coming up short and the fact that Zecora's hindquarters are swaying so very deliciously ahead of you is not making it any easier…

Nnnno! FOCUS! Con-cent-rate! Don't let the sexy zebra distract you from what's important… But those legs… and them thighs… ARGH! Stupid brain, work right… And that goes double for you, stomach!

Wait… what?

You quickly realize that there's something a-rumble-y in your tumble-y that, while it isn't giving you any sort of alarm to your dinner coming back to haunt you, is in fact sending mixed warning signals to your brain.

You start to go cross-eyed and your vision blurs as a flashback overtakes you.


You're having the best time ever at Pinkie Pie's Midnight Bust-a-Move; Almost every pony in Ponyville came out to celebrate… well, you don't really KNOW what you're celebrating, but everyone is having a wonderful time ne'er the less. Although if seeing Rainbow Dash dancing on the CEILING is any cause for alarm, you decide to make it a prime option NOT to have any of Pinkie Pie's 'Friendship Lubricant' mixed drinks, not wanting to risk the chance of waking up in a stranger's house next to another stranger in ANOTHER stranger's bed.

Instead, you decide to enjoy the party and its celebrants while keeping it safe, scarfing down some of Pinkie Pie's newest muffin creations. You can't help but wonder just where she got the idea to mix mint and berries, ne'er the less how she was able to get the muffin so soft and crunchy at the same time, but you cannot deny the fact that they have to be some of the best muffins you've ever had. You also can't help but notice that Pinkie Pie had also invited Zecora to the party as well...

You've never really seen her in town much before now, ne'er the less socializing with any of the other ponies asides from Pinkie and her friends. However, now that you have the chance to look at her, you can't help but admire how DIFFERENT she is from everyone else; the way that her stripes fall along her backside and swirl about her rump to make her 'cutie mark', how the gold bands that hang along her legs and neck seem to never come loose as she trots about, adding to her mystery; the way that she can keep downing those glasses of Friendship Lubricant...

Bweh...? Wait a tick.

You throw on the emergency brakes of your train of thought to notice that she had apparently gone through about four glasses of mixers in about fifteen minutes; two more than Rainbow Dash had even had. Apparently, zebras can definitely hold their own when it comes to friendship. You also can't help but notice that you'd been staring at her for just about as long... and apparently, she'd also noticed it as well, turquoise eyes meeting your own as you struggled to break the gaze and get back to the party.

Yes. Going to do that now.

Any minute now. A~ny minute...

C'mon eyes, get with the program! They're not that enchanting, really!

Even though they really ARE such a lovely shade of...

GAH!

You finally break the spell she'd cast on you, deciding to take note of how many colored balloons were on the floor as you struggle to catch your breath after the moment. You're beginning wonder just what else Pinkie Pie put into those muffins before you take note of the sound of chiming gold coming closer. Kind of catchy, when you think about it... The way the sounds come together, so close and yet so loose, you kind of want to sway to their beat. You can't help but notice that your breathing has begun to match it before you realize just what and where those sounds could be coming from before they stop in front of you and your heart stops for a split second at the realization of what could happen.

No, nooonono, she's not going to do anything to me... I mean, ponies stare at each other all the time, right? But she's not a pony, she's a zebra, that's the same thing right? Oooo, panic is not a fine way to deal with the situation, just keep your cool; the other ponies had already disproved the rumors of her being an evil witch doctor, so there's nothing to worry about... Yes, nothing, yes... So why can't you move your head?

"Relax, little pony and lift up your head;

this is a party, there is no need to be shy!

You're quite a lovely stallion,

with such beautiful eyes..."

You lift your head at that last sentence and you realize all too soon that she's invaded your personal space, your noses practically touching and the feint smell of exotic spices and alcohol making you stagger slightly. You open your mouth to apologize, but Zecora beats you to the punch, closing what little 'distance' there was before by leaning forward and whispering in your ear.

"I see how you looked at me,

that hunger in your eyes;

I could see into your heart,

there's no need to lie.

The party here is in full swing,

Noone will mind if we leave early;

Come to my home in the forest,

and I might please you..."

She leaves off with an almost unreadable whisper, giving you a nip on your ear and brushes against your coat as she slinks past you, leaving you stone-shock in your own silence. Wooow-okay, that was about as blunt as a morningstar... Least she knows how to get a pony's attention. Get it REAL good. Your brain is struggling to catch back up with the rest of your body as it apparently decides to follow the zebra out the back door of Sugarcube Corner. Half of it is apparently trying to figure out the last part of that sentence while the other...


… is struggling to catch back up with the rest of reality, as you realize that you've finally reached your destination, Zecora already entering the twisted tree and leaving you alone in the darkness to think about what you've gotten yourself into.

Let's face facts: You've been enticed by a mysterious and intoxicated mare of a different region altogether to travel out of the reach of both friends and family into a dark and creepy forest in the hopes of fantastic shenanigans, all the while, possibly tripping on an unknown and possibly dangerous muffin-based hallucinogen. If there were a cricket dressed in a fine suit and spuds sitting on your shoulder right now, he'd probably tell you something along the lines of: "You done fucked up, pony."

Shaking off the nonexistent bug and gathering your wits about you, you decide that if you've already gone this far, you'd best to see it through to the end, walking through the door and into the unknown.

The first thing you have to take note of is just how many candles fill her home, its amazing that she can have so many of them out and lit up without setting the whole tree on fire. The cauldron in the middle of the single room is lit as well but still far from bubbling, some mysterious green concoction sitting inside. The masks that hang throughout her home have an eerie glamour about them, the shadows brought by dancing candlelight making them seem quite ominous.

Ma~ybe you should come back in the morning... Surely you can continue whatever was planned in a brighter environment...

The door slams shut behind you, making you jump in alarm as you turn to see Zecora blocking your escape path, her gold bands dancing in the feint light. Her eyes have narrowed into what could best be described as a predator's grin, tongue peeking ever-so-slightly to wet her lips as she gazes upon you like one might a delicious snack. You can't help but take a step backwards as she begins to approach you, unsure in your movements as she locks eyes with you once again.

"You're quite the brave one, to have come so far;

or perhaps you're not too bright...

It really doesn't matter, now does it?

Because you're mine tonight..."

Her voice took on a sultry tone, deepening the spell she was casting upon you and sending every nerve in your body into critical overload. You keep backing up further on, but quickly find out that your space is far too limited, coming upon her leopard-spotted bed and falling back upon it. There's a phrase for this, a quote you remember reading once: "Welcome to my lair, my dear" said the spider to the fly.

Well, now you've fallen into the spider's web, tangling yourself in her bedsheets, struggling to keep your hooves from sinking into the soft mattress.

"Just relax, My Little Pony;

you're far too stressed...

for when it comes to lovemaking,

we zebras are always best.

There's no escaping now, she's closed the distance between you both, leaning over-top you and you swear she's smiling down on you like the devil-pony itself. She seems to notice your internal panic attack, foreheads now touching as her eyes pierce through yours and she literally speaks to your soul.

"Relax."

The word is simple and you can't help but let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding in. Your eyes start to close as she takes your lips in hers and your mind starts to drift as she pushes you further back onto the bed. She tastes strangely of chocolate and you can't help but put a bit more of yourself into the kiss, feeling her tongue gracing your lips you decide to give her access and WHO~H, zebra tongues are long! Your eyes flare open in shock as she invades your mouth and quickly close once again as she finds places along your body with her hooves that makes you wonder why she isn't working at the Sisters' Spa instead of doing... doing...

Oh... OH, YES.

You don't care WHAT she does anymore, as long as she keeps doing THAT to your sides... Yes, right there... No, to the left... and she is on you cutie mar~k, OH MY YES! Its amazing what she can do with her back legs as she spreads her haunches further to get a better feel and you can just SMELL her now, an exotic alluring scent that sends a wonderfully tingly-tickle-y feeling through your body. You're starting to feel yourself rise to the occasion, falling into that flow of ecstasy and lust and... oh... oh NO...

NOnonoNO, not now!

You can feel your body starting to tingle more than necessary, the signs more than evident to yourself that those muffins from before are making a surprise inspection on your brain and from the way that your vision is starting to distort, they're deciding on changing more than just the wallpaper. Your head lulls back as you start to take in deep breaths, trying desperately to try and play this off as being caught in the moment, but your zebra compatriot is far from being that stupid, nuzzling you with concern and calling your name. You tilt your head up slowly to try and tell her that... that...

Wow. WOW.

You. Are. FUCKED. UP.

You realize this the 'fun way' as you stare at the creature that is sitting over-top of you and clearly NOT a zebra, now a tall and hairless 'something' staring at you in confusion and irritation; Her grey and black coat was now of a smooth texture and taking on the color of dark chocolate, while her mane still kept its black-and-white mohawk design, though now it seemed to give her a more 'exotic' style than before. Her body is quite athletic, for lack of better words, muscles prominent along her stomach and legs. She apparently kept SOME parts of her coat, though now it acted more like a part of her clothing, covering a section of her waist and her chest... which happened to be sporting a decent-sized set of what you can only call 'lumps'.

Your breath is coming out in short huffs as you stare at the new Zecora in a stupor... You should probably be more concerned about yourself, as you can feel something different about yourself as well, but right now... Goddess-DAYUM.

Apparently though, your female companion is not at all pleased with the look she is giving you, rising up on her knees (Oh goddesses' eye, mares should not be able to bend like that) and giving you a rather angry glare.

"I don't understand what your problem could be,

I am being more than gracious and yet you seem to dislike me!"

You want to open your mouth and tell her the truth, that you're tripping your ass off on muffins and you're seeing both her and yourself as completely different creatures of unknown origin but she seems to be on a tangent of her own... and you're not quite sure how to really explain something like that to her.

"Normally, I am not one to push my way;

But tonight with you, I'll have my roll in the hay!"

She draws a clawed appendage along your bare chest (something about that just FEELS wrong to admit) and you can feel her pent-up aggression LITERALLY as she rakes it along you, causing you to clinch in pain as she rises up to her full size and walks towards the cauldron in the center of the tree. You watch her dip her hand lightly into the pot and pull it back out, bringing her cla-no, HAND in front of her face to admire the dark green mixture that seems to be dripping off of the tips. She turns her head to you and her face is a mixture of purest evil and lust, her other hand going into the mixture as she speaks with the kind of tone you'd expect some evil enchantress or witch doctoress to-

"This paint I've mixed in advance,

just in case I'd caught myself a fine breed;

I'll trap you now in the bonds of ecstasy,

and then I'll ride you like a steed!"

Uhhh... WHAT!

She apparently decided to give you no other warning than that, slinking towards the bed in a way one might expect a tracker to move throughout the jungle towards your prey. If it weren't for the gold bands she (fortunately) still wore, you'd have lost her in the fading candlelight as she almost blended into the darkness perfectly. You're still too out of it to move fluidly as you are, but if you're lucky you might be able to-

Oh. There's a green hand clamped on your arm.

Well, you're fucked, now.

Your body WANTS to tense up in shock and horror, but for some reason, it isn't happening. Instead, you're getting the dandiest sensations from where her hand is, a delightfully pleasurable tickling feeling creeping through your arm and adding to the drugs throwing a sweet rave-party in your head. You should be pulling out of her grip and running like a scared little school-colt, but instead you can't help but feel your mouth start to water up and your nostrils flare as Zecora's hand starts to creep up your arm and along your shoulderblade, spreading more and more green ecstasy paint along your body. The sensations start to multiply as the paint spreads across your body and you realize quick that one false move and you'll lose as much control of your body as you already have your mind.

Apparently, Zecora realizes that as well and is already two steps ahead of you, digging her nails into your back and pulling herself close to you to bite your earlobe; more than enough to start your libido's engine as you pull her into you and onto the bed, giving off a growl as you crash your lips into her own in a lustful kiss. The small part of you that happens to retain coherent thought is screaming that this is making things worse as the paint on her hands is now getting EVERYWHERE on the bed, both bodies being coated in ecstasy paint... and apparently Zecora is NOT immune to her own concoction, her eyes glazing over with newly-added primal lust as she bites into your shoulder and your body shudders at the bliss the pain is sending through your system.

The annoying little piece of you remaining starts to do the math: Drunken Zecora + (killer libido X ecstasy paint) X You + (drugged muffins X ecstasy paint) equals...

Oh wow. Her top came off...

What were we thinking again... ?

Oh well, it doesn't matter anymore, as you've decided a better use of your brainpower is to see just what those mounds on her chest taste like. You pull her up into your lap and lean her back ever-so-slightly so that you can take a breast (breast, what a wonderful word, you think) into your lips, giving the flesh a heavy suckle and finding that she tastes appropriately like rich dark chocolate; it also fills you with perverted glee that she REALLY likes how that feels, the way she is arching her back and moaning fills you with a sense of pride that you can give your mate just what she wants.

Apparently though, she's through playing around now as she digs her nails into your chest again and pushes you back onto the bed, practically ripping her bottoms off and flooding the air with her rich scent once again. Her smile turns sadistic as she lowers herself onto you and your body begins to explode with the tightness and the sensations and... and...

You suddenly shoot up in bed, confused and covered in dry paint. You sluggishly attempt to jump-start your brain before your force your eyes closed in pain as sunlight floods through the windows and into the tree.

Did you...!

Yes, you did.

You TOTALLY zonked out, right at the GOOD part!

You put your head in your hooves in rage and regret, shaking your... wait, hooves! YES, HOOVES! Your wonderful, beautiful hooves are back! You kiss them like you would a long-lost relative, declaring to yourself that you'd never be without them again... then stick your tongue out in disgust as you realize your fur is still coated with dry paint. The moment is interrupted however, when the mare-shaped bundle beside of you begins to snore, startling you from your moment and giving you reason to look elsewhere.

There is paint all over the bed, dried up from the open air and heat and apparently very easy to remove, which makes cleanup from your nightly shenanigans all the easier. Which is a good thing, because there is paint EVERYWHERE. Sweet goddesses' in the morning, just where DIDN'T you two... wow. Just wow.

You turn back to the sleeping zebra tangled in her leopard-skin sheets and give her a gentle nuzzle, smiling at how she snuggles closer to you and lay back into the over-sized pillow as you lament on two single thoughts.

Stop by the library and pick up 'Zebra Mating and You: How to Keep From Being Overwhelmed'...

and never EVER touch Pinkie Pie's muffins. EVER. AGAIN.

NOT THE END.