Very good pony. You are on your way to winning this mares heart. DO NOT BUCK THIS UP!!! Zecora is a true catch. Charming and intelligent, skilled in healing arts which, lets face it, you won't last long without. Now, hold her tight through the night. When you wake, act the gentlecolt and apologize for the uninvited embrace, though I doubt she will mind. Go through the day, a touch of tail to side hear, a congradulation nuzzle there, and kind words and compliments scattered throughout. She will be yours. Remember, once you mate her, you have an Amulet to claim and a Dragon to fight. The corrupting influence of the Alicorn Amulet will aid you in truly claiming Zecora as yours...do not fail us.

While holding her tight, take your time and lick her ear. Just slightly, just once. Make sure she does not wake.

Then, whisper to her how much you like her- but more importantly, whisper to her how much she likes you. How she wants to be yours. Why else did she tell you about her people's "herds"? She wants to be yours at least as much as you want her to be yours, maybe even more! So quietly whisper to her sleeping form how fulfilling her life would be under you, as your... well, that depends on how she conducts herself, eh? Perhaps as your mate, but if she turns out to be truly subservient, slavish even, you need to call her something else, of course.

And do not worry that you're doing anything to her besides holding her and whispering. Princess Luna is the only one who can change ponies in their dreams; you are merely voicing your thoughts. Harmless.

You shift and squirm on the bed, turning this way, turning that way, gritting your teeth, and stopping just shy of letting out grunts of frustration so as to not wake your sleeping bed buddy. What the buck is wrong with you!? You're here in THE most awesome bed you have EVER been in and you can't get a wink of sleep! Is it because you've spent so many nights cold and uncomfortable? Did the abuse of sleeping on hard and dirty mattresses in dank and stinking alleys permanently ruin the wonder of a warm soft bed?! You pray not, not even Celestia would be that cruel! ... Or would she? She certainly never helped you any of the times you called out to her for aid and guidance... bitch.

You shake your head and stifle a frustrated groan before turning over with a quiet sigh, and looking across the bed towards the sleeping zebra. Pale moonlight shines down onto Zecora's still form, her body outlined against the covers, the faint red of the bottle falling just short of her on the blanket. She breathes in and out slowly, steadily, her chest rising and falling softly with each breathe, faint movement from the sheets and blankets in time with her breath.

You smile gently as you look at the zebra's sleeping body. She looks so beautiful with the moonlight on her coat, so... enticing. You watch her for a moment, then furrow your brows a bit in worry. Maybe this is what's keeping you up. Not the comfort which you would have KILLED for if you knew how good it was, but having a partner in bed, sleeping next to you. You've never been in that kind of a situation before, never had anypony to share a bed with. You're not entirely sure what to do with a mare sleeping so close to you... so close...

You bite your lower-lip slightly, and turn your head to look up to the ceiling, almost to make sure nopony is watching, before looking back down to her. You really, really want to hold her... Nothing wrong or weird! You just want to hold her close to you and feel her warmth with you. Hold her tight... Maybe it'll help you get to sleep! There's nothing wrong with that, right!? Nothing wrong with that at all...

You lick your lips nervously, then slowly begin inching your way towards the sleeping mare. It's a short distance from one side of the bed to the other, but between your slow approach and your stopping every time she shifts out of fear of waking her, it takes you what feels like forever to reach her. But finally you do. Her sleeping form is right in front of your eyes, your heart thumping so loud in your chest that you're sure she'll awake. It suddenly seems very hot beneath the covers as sweat starts to form in droplets on your coat, and you have to take a moment to breathe deeply and calm down. However soon, you work up the nerve, and tentatively stretch out your hooves to encircle Zecora's sleeping form...

You stop short as Zecora shift's slightly, right forehoof dug in slightly underneath her body, holding your breathe as you wait for your luck to change and Zecora to wake up and screech at you for daring to touch her nubile form. But she doesn't. Instead, she settles down again, and after a few moments of calming your nerves, you go ahead and push your right forehoof all the way underneath her body and up the other side. You bring your left forehoof around to encircle her, and slowly push yourself up against her, pressing your body to hers even as you hold her in your hooves.

Her body is warm. Her fur is soft. You can feel her breaths echoing through her body into yours as her chest gently rises and falls. Her whole form is pressed up against you and you're pressed up against her and it feels wonderful. Relaxing. You can't remember the last time you've actually held somepony... it feels so good just to hold her. You pull her a little closer, and nuzzle your face into her neck softly, pressing your nose against her fur and breathing in her scent.

It's strong. The smell of her is powerful, filled with whiffs of herbs and spices, a touch of plant and greenery, and a hint of the sweat from the day's toil. It's intoxicating, faintly arousing, and it makes your mouth water. You begin to think of what she was doing to get this unique mixture of smell. Standing over her cauldron, tossing in bags and potions and emitting chants as she cared her cures. Traveling through the Everfree, cloaked and shrouded, plucking plants from the ground and leaves from the trees to make her concoctions. Laying on her back against a wall, hind-legs spread wide, biting her lip and keeping herself quiet as she rubbed herself wet with her hooves, working up a sweat in her coat, thinking of you on top of her...

You bite your bottom lip as a flush comes to your cheeks, and a feeling stirs in your groin. You push it back down, thankful both for the bandages covering your abdomen and the hidden nature of equine penises. The last thing Zecora needs to wake up to is your little friend poking her in the rump. Besides, you know she wasn't really clopping to you... Though why shouldn't she? You're, well, you mean... She took you in didn't she? Treated you? Bathed you? Why would she do any of that if she didn't feel some kind of attraction to you? She wouldn't, she has to like you at least a little bit, right?

You look down at her in your hooves, and lick your lips lightly. She's so enticing, so delicious looking, so beautiful when she's asleep. You want to know her, you want her to know you, and you want to taste her... You bet she taste's delicious. You hesitate for a moment, and then slowly lean down towards her ear. You pause for a moment, as she shifts in your hooves, and then wait for a few moments. As she settles, you slowly stick the tip of your tongue onto the lobe of her ear, and run it up along the edge... She tastes so tangy, so sharp and strong, with a flavor so very foreign to everything you've ever known.

She shifts a bit against your body, grunting softly at the sudden wet sensation, and you stop, withdrawing your ear as she shifts. You wait for her to settle down, smiling softly as she snuggles back into you in her sleep, and slowly run your left forehoof down her belly, rubbing gently, helping her calm down as she sleeps in your embrace... You bite your lip, looking down at her, wanting her to know you and want you and love you... You lick your lips again, lean close to her ear, and with a gentle voice, whisper sweetly into her dreams.

"You're wonderful Zecora... You've been so kind to me, so very sweet and loving. I think you care greatly for me Zecora. I think there's a part of you that knows you're meant to be with me. Why else would you have brought me here, given me a bath, fed me, and treated my wounds? You don't do these things for just anypony, you do them for somepony you love... I think that in your heart, you want me to be happy. I think that you want me, and I know that I want you... I think that you want to be with me and live with me and keep me company and cook me meals and take care of me and, and... I think that you love me Zecora... And I want you to know, that I love you to..." You plant a gentle kiss on her cheek, and are rewarded with a soft curl to the sleeping mare's lips, bringing a gentle smile to her graceful features... You smile softly at the sight, and lean down to whisper gently once more.

"Goodnight Zecora... dream of me tonight. I'll certainly be dreaming of you." You speak gently, and lay your head down on her neck, closing your eyes as you breathe in Zecora's scent again holding her close, letting the warmth of her body wash off onto you. You listen with your eyes closed and your body snuggled up against hers, hearing her every breathe and the steady thump of her heart, playing gently into your ear. You sigh out gently, contentedly, and lay there with Zecora held close, listening to her heartbeat and breathing, letting her warmth fill you, letting her smell entice you, and letting her presence pull you from the waking realm, and send you drifting off to sleep...

(To Pyrus)

(I am guiding the pawn towards the dragon that makes his home in the Everfree. The dragons hoard will aid him in acquiring useful materials, and by/during the killing of the dragon I recommend gaining the ability to consume flame to heal as well as fire breath. :See Dragon Slayer Magic: Since you are the De-facto Deity of the dragons of this realm, I thought you deserved a heads up.)

"Gah. He should be ripping her throat out, not whispering sweet nothings! Makes me want ta bucking puke! All this sappy romance can't be good for the Star!"

"Emotional manipulation is a tried and true form of gaining servants my brother, and the Star would not have increased the Host's manipulative abilities if this was harmful to it. Calm down, the Watchers have surpassed our expectations thus far. Things are going as well as we can hope. Hm, interesting. Brother, there's a message for you."

"Message? What the buck do you mean a message?"

"The Watchers have sent you a message, well one of them is sending and will have sent, their time structure is somewhat confusing."

"Well tell them to piss off! They should be guiding the damn host not socializing!"

"The host is asleep at the moment, why the Star is sparing the time to get this message through. The Host cannot dream so their guidance is completely unnecessary during his sleeping hours and it can spare their presence. In any case it concerns you so it would be intelligent to examine it."

"Buck that I'm busy!"

"Doing what?"

"... Fine! I'll answer the damn question! Bucking social sons of mules..."

"Very good. Now just a moment and..."

Pyrus stood with a grey stone wall covered in a thick sheet of ice behind him, glaring straight at you, with a red coat, black sparking feathers, and what looked like a molten iron helmet on the top of his head with a vicious curved blade sticking out of it. His eyes were a blood red with burning fire behind them, with what looked like black veins stretching out from underneath them and into his cheeks, his teeth sharp and vicious. He looked tired, grumpy, and angry. Bad combination by most accounts.

"What!?" He hissed, and then closed his eyes listening for a moment, before sighing out slowly, a plume of black smoke escaping from his lips, before he looked up to you with a half-lidded gaze.

"Well I can't fault your manners. Listen up Nomad, and you to other Watchers, I know you all see the same thing. First off I don't give a flying feather about the dragon in the Everfree. The reason for this is two-fold. One, Dragons thrive on strength, and tests to their strength are not only expected but necessary! The weak are eradicated and the strong get to make everypony weaker their bitches! That's how things go and that's how Dragons work to. BUT, not that one." Spoke Pyrus, leveling a glare further before he continued.

"THAT dragon is an infantile! One that never matured. Dragons are born with an advanced internal mutation related to the accumulation of wealth and the pace thereof. Why they're all so bucking treasure obsessed. This internal mutation goes into activation near the early stage of their development, before they hit puberty even, while they're still technically infants. Now most of the time, this gets cut off early. Why? Because other Dragons protect their hordes and teach the younger a lesson about nabbing what you can't keep. A harsh bucking lesson. And the youngers start growing the natural way and engage in constant contests with each other until they can fly off and get their own horde. Then, they bring it back to the Migration, and the biggest and baddest Dragon of the bunch gets most of it while they get to keep a significant amount." Spoke Pyrus, before leaning forward slightly and raising his front-left hoof, pointing out of sight, while at the same time revealing it to be covered in black molten iron up to the knees, with black veins running up from the metal underneath Pyrus's fur, along the leg all the way up to the torso.

"THAT THING was born outside of a Migration! So it never got it's greed curbed! The thing sprouted up with the mind of a child and is as selfish and stupid as a newborn mule! There are a few like it around, big dumb brutes with the size, claws, and fire, but none of the predatory cunning. So in short, that thing is a DISGRACE to proper dragons, and I'll be happy to see it's miserable existence snuffed out! " Spoke Pyrus, lowering his left forehoof and leveling another resentful glare towards you.

"Ya know, like how I'd be happy to see a certain Zebra's existence snuffed out, instead of-"

"Brother. Let the Watchers do their job. We shall do ours." Pyrus sighed and brought his left hoof back up to rub his temple slightly as his brother gave his slight admonishment from elsewhere.

"Yeah yeah fine..." He muttered, before looking up to you again, a serious glint in his eyes.

"Listen up though. Peabrain or not that thing has still got the body of a full-grown dragon, complete with flame-breathe and steel-shredding claws. It is NOT to be taken lightly. Right now the host is nowhere near ready for it. SO HOLD OFF ON IT!!! Get the bucker stronger before you throw him into a dragon's maws! I mean for bucks sake look at him! He barely survived a fight with the damn Timberwolves! There are a lot of nasty things in the Everfree but the only thing nastier than that Dragon is the Ursa Major, maybe Minor. So get him stronger! The dragon's a damn good test and I want to see it die, but he ain't ready. Give him time."

"Brother, did you choose not hear what I just said? Not even a minute ago?"

"Aw come on! He was practically asking for my advice on it!" A soft sigh came from elsewhere, before the vision blurred away from Pyrus, and centered on, Cryon tilted down, showing the small colt sitting on his haunches on the ice-sheet floor, looking up with his unblinking blue gaze.

"In any event, thank you Watchers for your continued efforts. This has started very well with sound tactical decisions. Please keep up the good work, and know that you can question us during the Host's sleeping hours. But only his sleeping hours. That you would be able to question or continue to communicate with us at all is an unexpected boon."

"More like a damn annoyance if you ask me."

"In any case-" continued on Cryon despite his brother's interruption.

"The Host is in an excellent starting position. There is some risk to letting him get too comfortable however. Remember that the Star performs mutations quickly with catalysts, such as the Legacies, and panic situations, such as the Timberwolf attack. Steady focus suggestion and use of a particular sense will lead to mutation, but not as quickly. Also, advancements of current mutations are easier to achieve through such means than entirely new mutations. Now farewell, I will return you to your work." Spoke Cryon, lifting up his front-right hoof and waving it at you in a little circle as his eyes glowed a bright blue, and then the vision of him snuffed out of existence.

Sweet. You got her in the same bed. Now, when you wake up, you will notice that your sense of smell has amped up quite a bit. After messing around with the ability a bit, you will find that you can control it. Two scents are clear throughout all others. Brimstone, and the smell of nature itself, pulling you somewhere. Follow the brimstone, and gain the breath and treasures of a dragon (Part of the Dragon Legacy). Follow the pull of nature, and gain the ability to control nature itself, in ways you had never imagined (Part if the Everfree Legacy).

Following further along the Everfree Legacy will slow reaction times and make you an easy target for, say, the Elements of Harmony. Seek the brimstone scent that promises treasure and flame, but only after that zebra you tame. Make her yours, and you shall see, you shall thrive in the Everfree.

You open your eyes slowly, the smell of cooking and spices hitting your nostrils and the absence of warm zebra body clear to your senses. You blink when you realize that you're once again alone in the bed, and feel just a bit worried, but judging by how she let you sleep Zecora probably wasn't too mad about it. You smile at the memory of the contact, then sniff the air again and lick your lips. Whatever she's making it smells delicious. A growl in your stomach agrees with you, and you push back the covers as you move off the bed and bring your hooves down to the floor. For some reason you still feel a bit sluggish, but you shake it off and trot out of the bedroom.

Inside the main room of Zecora's hut you see the cauldron, bubbling once again, and the attractive zebra mare shaking her flanks as she happily hums over said cauldron, standing on her hind legs and stirring with her left front-hoof, the tip just barely touching the liquid. You still wonder how she can't find that too hot, but shake it off and just watch her for a couple of moments, watching her tail swish and flanks move for a few moments of gratuitous pleasure. You lick your lips slowly, thinking of a taste that has nothing to do with the dinner being prepared, before you finally clear your throat and speak in a cheerful tone, attracting the mare's attention.

"Good morning Zecora! Sleep well?"You ask cheerfully, before trotting over to the weird tree table thing as Zecora turns from the cauldron and smiles brightly at you. A glimmer in her eyes and a dance to her grin.

Spoke the zebra before giving you a smirk and cocking her right eyebrow.

Stated the mare, bringing a blush to your cheek as you chuckle, a little awkwardly and bring your right forehoof up to the back of your head, rubbing it sheepishly.

"Heh, sorry, I got kind of... clingy in the night."You speak, then grin apologetically as the zebra chuckles.

She spoke, before looking back to her cauldron.

Stated Zecora happily, stirring the pot lightly as you plant your flank in front of the table with a relieved sigh. Not in trouble. After a few moments you lift your nose, sniffing slightly. You furrow your brows a bit at the scent in the air. It's... you're not sure why but you think it might be... no, that's impossible right, you don't even know what they smell like! But, well can't hurt to ask can it? ... You lick your lips, and clear your throat before speaking.

"Um, Zecora?" You say, the Zebra letting out a-

As she continues to stir the brew.

"Um, this may sound strange but is that by any chance... er, dragon stew?" The sharpness at which Zecora snaps her head towards you makes you jerk back, your own eyes wide as you see shock in her eyes, equaled only by the expression of hurt on her face.

She shouts as you quickly bring your forehooves up waving them back and forth quickly in surrender, hoping it will dissipate the strong emotion.

"Nothing! Nothing I just, I was thinking of dragons and I couldn't recognize the spices and- I didn't mean anything by it!" You say, as Zecora looks at you for a few more moments her face becoming unreadable, then turns abruptly and looks to the brew.

The silence that follows can be cut with a knife. Or a fork. Frankly any physical object would due because it's bucking thick and disconcerting. You are FAR more worried right now than you were when you snuggled up to her in the night, and as she finishes stirring and starts to pour the stew, your heart pounds in your chest, worry eating at your gut.

Zecora brings the bowls over after a moment, walking on her hind legs and placing one bowl in front of you then one on her end, and sits down at her end without a word. She just stares down at the bowl for a few moments, expression still a mystery as you look across at her, and bite your lip. What do you do!? You've pissed her off or something! You didn't mean to! Shit! How do you salvage this? ... Ummm... Tell her it smells good? No, shit, that's what started this in the first place! Compliment her mane!? Come on think, think!

Just as you were about to start on how shiny her coat looks today, Zecora broke the silence, speaking in a steady, empty tone.

She stays quiet after that, just sitting with her face looking down towards the stew. A knife twists in your stomach, and you look at her for a few moments... Before speaking gently.

"Everypony told me to go away to... left me all alone..." You whisper, and she looks up into your eyes. Your eyes meet, your pulse quickens, and you see the hint of a blush moving onto her cheeks as one colors yours as well... You both look down awkwardly, biting your lips and staring at your thus far untouched stew. You close your eyes, breathe in deep, then move around the table, over to Zecora to her left.

She tenses up slightly as you move next to her but doesn't move as you bring your left forehoof up, and wrap it around her shoulders, just holding her with your foreleg. Several seconds pass before her body relaxes, and she lowers her head with a soft sigh, to press against your chest. You pull her closer, and lower your head to nuzzle her gently, her mane bending out of the way and tickling your face as you press your cheek to hers and rub gently.

Well-done. She trusts you, she likes you, and you have become far more persuasive. Now, force nothing on her, but should she decide to make a move of any sort on you, embrace it. Or should I say, embrace her? Heh.

Once she's had intercourse with you, she'll fall under your spell. She won't be able to refuse your commands, and you can do as you please with her. Now, the more sex you have with her, the harder it will be for her to break free, so I heartily recommend bucking her a few times to ensure her compliance. And don't worry, she'll retain her conversational abilities; it is more of a redirection of her moral compass. Instead of believing in the abstract concepts of "good" and "evil", she'll believe that whatever you desire is right and whatever would hinder you is wrong. A refreshing change from those who scorned you and felt that all you did was wrong, no? You're simply soliciting reparation for these injustices.

Make your move in the morning, then she shall be yours.

You stay like that for a few moments, and then she pulls her head back and looks up into your eyes. She's been shedding tears. Her eyes sparkle with water, wet trails lining down the fur of her cheeks, and it isn't until you see her eyes that you realize your coat is wet, so soft and quiet were her sobs. But in her tear-filled orbs you see something you're intimately familiar with. Longing. A longing for company, a longing not to be alone in the world, to be needed. And a hint of blush is on her cheeks as she stares up at you. Your breathe stops. Your heart pounds looking down into her eyes, and you watch as she closes them, leaning up slowly towards your face, to plant a soft kiss on your lips...

It's like a fire's spreading through your body. A rush, a tingle, an electric impulse shooting through every nerve and tendon, tracing a line up your spine to your brain, and then plummeting down to your groin. Your best friend shoots up in a salute in hopes of the first action you might have that doesn't involve clopping, and eagerly badgers you to get on with it. Every fiber of your being is screaming at you to rut Zecora. But first thing's first... this sad mare needs more than pure hormones. She needs to know you're there for her.

You push your head forward and kiss her back, deepening the kiss as you close your eyes, letting your lips meet and lock. You move your tongue forward to push into her lips and gently lick over her teeth. She pushes back and opens her mouth, moaning into the kiss and letting her tongue move up to meet yours. Your tongues touch and run over one another, dancing in each other's mouths as you swap saliva, you clumsily pushing your lips against her more experienced pair, though she doesn't seem to care about your inexperience. As you make out with Zecora, swapping spit and playing with tongues, you decide a few things about kissing. It's wet, messy, kind of gross, pretty sloppy, and BUCKING AWESOME.

You keep up the kissing for longer than you can count, before finally pulling back for air. You're panting heavily, your heart beating quick in your chest, the noise pounding into your ears as you feel the heat of your flushed face. You look with a dazed wonder at the wet sticky strand of saliva, running from your tongue to Zecora's. Your eyes move up to her face to see that she's panting, her face flushed, and in her eyes is a heated desire, one that you've never seen in the eyes of any mare looking at you. Ever. How much of a turn on that is just to see that look of need, that look of want, and know that it's meant for you...You would've killed ponies for that look. And now here she was, giving it to you for free... You'd make sure she didn't regret it.

You squirm a bit, and look down from her face to your abdomen. Your best friend has made an appearance, coming out of his sheathe to stretch against the bandages wrapped around your abdomen. You gulp and pull away from Zecora, sitting back onto your haunches and turning your body to face the zebra, giving her a nervous smile, before looking down to the bandages, your stallionhood making a clear and present bulge. You move your hooves down to the restrictive bandages, starting to pull at them as you bite your lip, then growl as you start tugging at them, impatient for them to be off. Zecora's hooves move to yours, stopping you, and you blink and look up to see her with a soft smile and a gentle blush upon her face.

She spoke, making the simple sentence into a rhyme as she lightly pushed your hooves away, and then began to expertly unwrap the bandages from your body. You breathe heavily, face red and sweat collecting on your coat as you watch the bandages fall one by one, biting your lips as she undoes the restraints around your stallionhood. Seconds feel like hours as one after another the bandages fall, until finally your long-neglected friend is revealed. He stands erect in the suddenly cold air, out of his sheathe with his two suppliers hanging in fleshy sacks beneath him, the sacks swinging slightly as he waits hard and ready to rut.

You're actually a bit smaller than average you're pretty sure. Malnutrition likely stunted growth, and since you're a virgin you're pretty sure that it won't take you very long at all to pop. Still, none of that exactly seems to matter as Zecora brings her mouth to the head of your cock and gives you a lick.

Electricity slams up into you and through your spine as the sensation of Zecora's tongue on your cock brings an instant lance of pleasure slamming through your body. You shiver as you feel her hot breathe on your stallionhood, and then let out a choked-

"Grk!" of excitement as Zecora wraps her lips around the head of your cock. At the back of your mind you can't help but think that if it wasn't obvious to her before that you were a virgin it's pretty bucking obvious now. But that also plummets into unimportance as Zecora plays her tongue over your head, holding it in her hot wet mouth, flicking her tongue over the tip and causing you to shudder with delight. Before taking you in another inch and completely shattering your mind.

"Gaah!" You say as you feel her tongue moving along your length, saliva coating your rod as precum drips from your tip onto her tongue, and you feel yourself building up more and more, the pleasure mounting and you know what's going to happen if she doesn't stop. You bring your forehooves forward to her head, taking it at either side, and push back, removing her mouth from your cock with a wet-

POP.

You breathe heavily, panting deeply as Zecora looks up to you with a confused look.

"I-I won't last if you keep working me like that. I want you to feel good to..." You say, to which Zecora blinks, and then smiles softly, blushing a bit more from the sentiment. You take another deep breathe, calming yourself down, then breathe out slowly, and look into Zecora's eyes with a light smile.

"Lay down, and spread your legs." You say, with an authority that surprises you. But Zecora nods, moving away, still facing you, before laying down and rolling onto her back. She spreads her hind-legs wide, and raises her forehooves, showing off her belly, her stomach-titties, and most importantly her slit. Her cunt is moist with arousal, but not yet dripping. You intend to rectify that. With a heated blush still on your face you get down onto your legs and lean forward, bringing your muzzle up to her most intimate of places...

The smell hits you hard as you move between her legs. Her musk powerful, the raging hormones filling your nostrils as you look to her wet slit, slick with desire. You lick your lips once more, nervously wetting them a bit, then tentatively stick out your tongue and run it up along her slit. The taste of her is wetness is strong, juicy, and tangy. Tasty. You run your tongue along her wet hole again, closing your eyes as you taste her succulent flesh.

You've not exactly down this before so you're a bit timid, a bit clumsy. But a soft grunt of pleasure from the zebra suggests that you're doing something right. You swirl your tongue over her slit, before flicking it up to her clit. A gasp and a wiggle of her hindquarters gives you an obvious hint of where she likes to be licked, so you begin to focus your tongue's efforts around her clit. You roll your tongue over it, up and down, side to side, then go back down the length of her slit before bringing your tongue back up to flick her clit again. Her sighs and soft moans of pleasure egg you on and you press your muzzle against her wetness, continuing to work with your tongue, closing your eyes as the smell and taste of her fill your senses, the strength of her pleasure overpowering everything else.

A hoof on your head stops your tonguing, and you lean back to look at Zecora, sitting up and panting with a flushed face, looking to you with droplets of sweat on her coat and desire in her eyes.

She asked, almost whining, as she scooted back and righted herself, before turning her body and lowering herself down to the ground. She then lifted her rump up into the air, her tail flicking up to reveal her dripping slit. You watch as she shakes her rump back and forth, giving the universally understood request of 'Please rut me like I'm a bitch in heat' with her flanks. You feel an icy fear clench your heart as you realize that there's no more stalling, that it's time, that it's time to rut her like there's no tomorrow...

GULP.

You move forward hesitantly walking your forehooves forward down either side of the mare, moving to position your body over hers. You suspend yourself over her, then lean down slowly, lowering your head to lay on her neck, while your hind legs inch forward and press the head of your cock against her wet folds. And then, with one more lick of your lips, and a prayer to whatever's deity covers first time virgin rutting, you thrust into her.

The pleasure is... you... it's hot, wet, and warm, and all-encompassing, you don't know how to describe it it's just good and it's eating you as you dig yourself so deep into her and oh buck you don't know how you can last in there! You don't know how you lasted out of there! It's all you can do to think of starting to move your hips forward, your breathing heavy, sweat and cunt still in your nostrils as you start pounding into the mare. Your mare! You're awkward and clumsy and have no finesse but damn it you're going to mark this female as yours with your cock! You can't think of anything but rutting her! And neither can your hips but that seems to be working out great cause she's neighing and whinnying underneath you, shifting and groaning and moaning and shuddering and drenching your cock with her wetness.

For some reason she actually cums before you. You feel her body shake and shudder, and her cunt juices squirt all over your cock and balls, drowning your malehood inside of her. You're not sure why she came first. It's definitely not your technique. Perhaps it's because it's been a very long time since she got any. But you're not feeling too philosophical about it because one wet slamming later you lose control of your virgin cock and pump her full of your cum. Your dick spasming and sputtering and filling her cunt with your hot seed.

You collapse on top of her, thoroughly spent, panting heavily, your tongue lolling out of your mouth. She's laying beneath you with her legs splayed out, stomach to the floor, breathing heavily. Both of you are stinking, covered with sweat and shared juices. Your meal sits on the tables untouched, the cauldron's still boiling, whatever's left in there is probably burnt, you were awkward and clumsy, the rutting probably lasted less than a minute, and none of that matters because you just lost your virginity!

You grin, and chuckle softly, and then just start laughing out loud, chuckling and guffawing with your lungs already deprived of air. After all these years you finally got laid! Finally lost your virginity! Finally know what the inside of a mare's pussy feels like! Zecora starts chuckling with you, letting your happy laughter infect her as you shakily pull out of her, and collapse down beside her.

She turns to you and wraps her hooves around you pulling you close as you move your forehooves around her, and then still chuckling kiss her deeply. She returns the kiss, your tongues meeting in each other's mouths, sharing the intimate tastes of the others private regions, before your mutual chuckling causes the kiss to break up. Your tongues go back in your mouth as you both keep on laughing for what feels like several minutes, chuckling until tears roll down your cheeks, lying in each other's hooves... Eventually you let your laughter die down to soft chuckles and open your eyes to look to the mare across from you.

You look into Zecora's eyes and she looks into yours, and in her eyes you see a kind of joy and contentment that... well, that you imagine you're echoing right at this moment. You smile, and lean forward, nuzzling your nose against hers, before grinning and speaking in a soft, happy voice.

"Thank you..." You say, then plant a gentle kiss on her nose, and nuzzle her again. She nuzzles back, eyes closed, and you close your eyes as well as you cuddle up to her, holding her body close, feeling her warmth against you, her breathing, her heartbeat, feeling her whole being... And knowing that it's yours.

In many ways, Zecora and the Everfree Forest are one. You want her... maybe you want it as well? It is your home for the time being. Why not learn about it, about its wonders and dangers?

Think about it: nopony besides Zecora lives here, and nopony knows much about it. What if... what if you were the first to truly explore it? You could finally be somepony! No homeless bum anymore, but an esteemed explorer, greater even than Daring Do! You would be famous, rich, loved!

So use your new sense of smell to learn Zecora's craft as well as to understand the Everfree. Remember, you'll be somepony- you'll finally be somepony...

Who knows, maybe you'll even eventually manage a feat as awesome as defeating a full-fledged dragon!

The dragon can wait, seek the power the Everfree whispers of.

Well that was the single most awesome that has ever happened in your life. No question about it. Definitely have to do that again.

After you and Zecora finally let go of each other and actually got up, you and Zecora took a bath. You used the cauldron for this, emptying it of the stew and filling it with water, which took an hour even with Zecora using some strange hoof motion to fill it. Pretty sure that was magical. You bathed together, you cuddled, you occasionally got splashed by water and splashed in return, and you both set to laughing inside of the cauldron. You did of course wisely decline to mention how bathing in a cauldron could help the rumors of cannibalism. Then you got out, dried off, took the rest of the bandages off, and finally got your stew.

Right now you're sitting outside on your haunches in front of Zecora's hut. Though really it's more of a kind of a tree thing, with creepy masks and some bottles and stuff hanging from it... Kinda freaky come to think of it. At the moment you're holding a wooden bowl of the rather tasty stew that Zecora had prepared in your lap, and a fairly sleepy zebra is laying her head against your shoulder, sitting next to you with her own stew in her lap. You're sitting there with Zecora snuggling against you with her eyes closed, a soft smile on her face, and a bowl of cold but good green stew in your lap, looking out into the Everfree, listening to it, examining it, and thinking on it.

This forest has tried to kill you. This forest did freaky shit to you involving metal rods sprouting from your back. This forest also fed you and just got you laid. Suffice to say you've got really mixed feelings about the Everfree right now, this forest is as dangerous as it is enticing... You feel as though you could do great things here. Great things indeed.

You reach your forehooves down to the bowl and bring it up to your lips, sipping gently thoughtfully as you look out into the dark and ominous woods. You've spent most of your life as a nopony, less than dirt little more than a stain on the street as ponies passed by. Now, you have a beautiful Zebra lover from a far away land practically sleeping on your shoulder, a roof over your head, and a couple of battle scars marking your body.

Zecora had remarked that while your wounds had healed and scars had faded, there was still a strange infection where they'd been. She didn't understand it, it wasn't like the normal Timberwolf poison. She was actually quite worried. Probably part of why she's leaning on you even now. Still, there was no reason for the bandages anymore, and she's promised to keep on trying to treat it, to take care of you... And there's nothing you'd rather more than stay in her care. But that still leaves an urge, an inkling that you have to explore, an unfulfilled desire in your heart of hearts that just begs to be explored.

Overall this forest, despite it's best efforts, has been good to you... here you've become more than you ever were before. In Manehatten you were nothing but here, here you've done things, accomplished things. Beaten back opponents and found a lover. Maybe there's still more to discover here, more to accomplish. You could ask Zecora about it! Investigate about the secrets of the Everfree, what she's learned. You could also learn a great deal from her! She's intelligent, strong, and obviously has mystical knowledge that goes beyond just knowing what plants to put where. You're sure there's a great deal she could teach you.

There's a world of opportunity here... A dark and frightening forest with powers untold, a zebra lover with numerous skills, strange weapons in your body, a weird chest that you still feel a draw towards every time you look at it, and a town on the outskirts that you have yet to explore. You feel as though you can take all of this on and more, rise and thrive in the dark! You just have to venture out and conquer it... So all of that brings to mind a single question... what do you do now?

Author's Notes:

So this is my first time writing Clop. Ever. Erotic literature sometimes but not exactly for widespread viewing, and this is the first pony-porn I have ever done. So if it doesn't quite meet up to your expectations then I am sorry. And he'd probably pop from the blowjob. But this is fiction, and he needed some slack anyways.

In any case, please put comments for the Host in the non-explicit chapter, for my ease of use and out of fairness to the ones who don't want to read clop. Thank you. Also all I have to say about this chapter that doesn't involve sex I'll say there.