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Lemon Alert! Lemon Alert!

This chapter officially pops this story's Clop cherry!

Bronze was a very happy pony.

He has wonderful friends, his family is more-or-less being reunited gradually by his parents via networking thanks to Twilight’s simple arcanic conversions for the Internet she was able to make completely wireless and stable, and his new mom and aunt helping her out by placing relays that only had to be several dozen miles apart from one another, along with several originally controversial engineering companies grasping computer hardware and software design like fish to water.

Thus, fairly advanced laptops and desktops were already available to the common streetwalker for rather interestingly low cost, since ponies could manufacture the parts so easily, not to mention the gems and precious metals used in the process were as common as rocks here. The only concerns were how to filter content from the internet so that those too young for certain things weren’t spoiled before their time, which was thankfully taken care of by a screen filter that blurs out things considered vulgar and only to the eyes of those who are too innocent to even understand what the content even means.

So that said, it seemed everything was going right for him. He was still working out with Bulk, Dash, and Gilda, and had put on a respectable amount of weight as his increased nutrition also kick-started his growth, finally letting him gain some height to be eye-level with most mares.

There was also his adopted griffon daughter, Vivian, who easily adapted to life in Ponyville over the past week. Most of the ponies in her class, which she shares with Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo were scared of her at first, but they’ve mostly grown to accept her and from what she says, not even the class bullies; Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon leave her alone since she was the biggest child in the class, even if she was the same age as them.

And then there was Mane-iac.

The poor mare was having such a hard time, even with Zecora’s potions taken with lunch at noon and Twilight’s incredibly precise and gentle electrotherapy every afternoon, she was still prone to, while tamer; fits of uncontrollable laughter, crying, violent (often potentially lethal) mood swings, and an unusual craving to feed her hair cucumber shampoo, citing she usually craved watermelon. She did relieve worries of her condition worsening however, stating that since she was apprehended and given a chance here, her symptoms were actually far tamer than before, and the occasional heart-racing or unwilling twitching were worth the chance of getting better.

Sadly, the only real bad thing to happen the past week was all initial attempts to trace Vivian’s and Mane-iac’s energy back to their home dimension fell flat. It seemed the moment the comic vanished, it took their ‘threads’ so to speak, with it. As for the store that sold Twilight the comic, they were just as shocked as everyone else. It seemed the store was completely ignorant that any of their stock had potential dimension-breaching potential, and the Enchanted issues weren’t even supposed to be considered safe for release for a couple years at best, so there was little to no chance of the mysterious phenomenon being intentionally recreated.

Oh! And Gilda decided to stop chasing his plot. According to her; Dash was actually what she needed, and she came to want her when they went out on a few dates without Bronze having to breathe down their necks. Next thing he hears from Gilda is an apology for touching him without permission before, which he completely forgave. Live and let-live and all that.

But that was all past-tense. Right now, right this minute, why Bronze was so happy? “I am so bucking happy to see you finally walking around Ponyville like the good citizen you are Zecora.” Bronze gushed for, probably, the tenth time. Zecora, while having already established goodwill with the town for actively helping the hospital and clinics with her remedies and recipes (if safe for less-experienced hooves) that cured most, if not all ailments if the ingredients, the methods, and the prescribed use were followed; had never just gone into town for a casual visit like this.

“I must admit my dear, I feel you were right about the foolishness of my fear.” Zecora said as she looked around the town for once, instead of simply following a planned route to a destination as she and her coltfriend simply went for a trot about town. It warmed her heart to have ponies waving to her, saying hello, and even thanking her for something one of her remedies had helped them with. “I wish I had mustered the courage to come to town, my loneliness was indeed causing me to frown.”

“I’m just glad I don’t have to meet up with you at your hut, or at AJ’s for once. What say we go on a real date? Like to dinner and a movie? No, too soon for that, movie and a dinner? Lunch? Oh~ why do I have to be so bad at-.” Zecora shut her nervous stallion up with a kiss on the cheek, making his wings flutter and him to snort with a bashful grin as he turned away.

“You have nothing to do to make me happy, even if such a thing sounds quite sappy.” Zecora said, turning his head to her, nearing his lips with her own velvety ones. “But a kiss perchance? It has been a while since I have last tasted your lips.”

Zecora closed in, and they both passionately, and slowly enjoyed a deep kiss, and she gasped in through her nose when his tongue practically barreled past her own, into her throat with ease, making her groan and pull away, her lips squeezing his long prehensile tongue as they pulled away from each other a full 18 inches before she could gasp in through her mouth, blushing, panting in surprise at him as Bronze blushed in embarrassment and slurped his tongue in, getting some hoots and hollers from the ponies nearby, and the two were thankful no foals were around to see such an unexpectedly intimate action.

“...I’ve heard of tonsil hockey...but that was more like me throwing a successful Hail Mary in a foofball game….” Bronze weakly chuckled, before Zecora grabbed his mouth and opened his jaws wide before pulling his tongue out, getting him to grunt in pain as, when just a slight tug was exerted, his tongue actually went out a whole two feet, but it ached not having the bit of tongue left to pull the rest in, feeling like it was stuck outside and made him blush even harder, feeling...oddly exposed.

“I have heard many tales of the thestrals and their nighttime prowess, and I speak of more intimate matters.” Zecora said, dropping her rhymes as she practically examined his tongue like it was an exotic snake, running a hoof along it, making Bronze shiver in unexpected pleasure, the caress of her hoof being as if it was on his groin rather than on his tongue, and oddly, he tasted her rather than the dirt her hoof had been on. “I hear thestrals use their tongues mostly to aid in ferreting bugs out of their holes, or drinking nectar from otherwise poisonous night flowers, and thankfully due to the size they don’t need the extensive hairs that real bat tongues have. However...there are other holes I understand they enjoy to eat out of.” Zecora gave Bronze smokey eyes, the stallion shrinking in on himself as he darted his eyes around at the intrigued and amused ponies.

“Zehowa...puls nawt imn pubwic….” Bronze’s heart was racing, he was so nervous, he’d already read the pony-sutra front and back by now to be familiar with how to please a mare. But he was so scared...he didn’t want the idea of him being a...potentially poor performer ruin the great relationship he, Zecora, and Applejack already had.

“Then take us somewhere private beau, I have waited long enough you know.” Zecora teased, moving the tip of his tongue to her lips, and he gasped deeply through his nose as his eyes shrank to pinpricks, and his wings pomfed out hard enough to send air flowing around him. He began panting as she sucked on his tongue, her humming in content as she drew his tongue into her mouth, and began swallowing his tongue echoed into him, melting his mind as his eyes watered, the unusual sensory overload-.

“MMMMMMMMMF~!” Bronze came….

There was nothing nasty, no wet mess, but Zecora had just brought him to orgasm, through his tongue, in public. Everypony was looking on in shock and awe, not even considering the intimate kiss from before would evolve like this, most baffled that anypony could either have a tongue that long to begin with, or that it could act as another form of pleasure. “...I gotta ask my thestral friend if that’s a thing!” Somepony remarked, and it snapped the crowd out of their trance into looking away as Bronze collapsed to the street on his chest, Zecora following him as she was still holding his tongue prisoner in her mouth and throat, smiling around him cheekily and a glint of mischief in her eyes as she swallowed him a bit deeper, making him jolt as she kept swallowing until their lips met, her neck visibly bulging at the throat as his ‘Adam’s Apple’ had completely vanished and his own throat had thinned out.

However, the look in her eyes was both a warning, and a promise. She wasn’t done with him. So being the sensible one to avoid further public humiliation, he warped them to her hut.

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“YES! YES! Taste my nectar~!” Zecora cried out in rapture as she mashed her plot against Bronze’s face as he in turn mashed her face into her bed, the stallion driven almost mad at her taste as he drove his tentacle-tongue deep into her twitching passage, rapidly pulling his tongue into his mouth to swallow the liquid ardor and dart back at a pace that would’ve hurt his jaw if he apparently wasn’t genetically inclined to be able to do such a thing.

Bronze was hazy on what exactly happened leading up to this point. He remembered pleasure so intense it was blinding, of his tongue tasting her all over, filling him with her scent and taste to the point she was everything, his whole world. Nothing existed besides the mare he was worshiping with his tongue. Not to mention she tasted amazing, and he felt an odd instinct, a desperation to satisfy a thirst his body was suddenly alerted to as he drank her essence and fondled her flanks and plot with his hooves, his wings stuck straight out into the air as her tail mixed with his mane.

“AH~!” Zecora cried, her inner walls clenching on him and keeping him inside her for the moment. He’d lost count of how many times she’d interrupted his feeding like this, gasping, panting, whinnying. “S-stop! Oh~ let me rest!” She pleaded, and Bronze’s tufted ears bent back, but he slowly allowed his tongue to pull out of her vagina as she loosened up, and with a slurp he hummed as he savored her flavor in his mouth, sweet, and tangy~...before swallowing the last gush of cum she’d given him, the mare was already collapsed, boneless on her bed as Bronze stretched and sighed in content as she moaned in afterglow.

“Oh~ Zecora...you are divine….” Bronze rubbed his slightly bulging stomach. He’d been at it for long enough he wasn’t sure how many orgasms she’d had, or how many he’d had, considering he’d blanked out enough times from the mind-numbing surges of pleasure his tongue granted him. Also he was literally eating her out. He drank and drank her savory, delicious cum to the point he felt rather full. ‘Is it natural for mares to produce this much lubrication? Or does my tongue stimulate the glands more than usual?’

“I just regret us...not doing this sooner….” Zecora weakly panted out, coated in sweat, which Bronze then began instinctively lapping up, starting around her groin, making her moan. “N-no more~....”

“I am just cleaning you up my tangy treat. Your sweat is quite salty-sweet and a nice follow-up.” Bronze teased as he continued to run his long tongue over her in broad swipes, groaning at her flavor, and his fangs elongated as he felt the carnal desire to bite her, which he began to do until she instinctively kicked him off the bed when she felt his teeth about to penetrate her flank, leaving him on the floor, blinking.

“No marking me back there love. I am more than just a snack for you.” Zecora cooed, her mohawk having matted from all the sweat, so she moved her mane away from her neck as she looked at him with her signature smokey eyes. “Mark me here, at the crook of my neck. Taste my blood so you’ll always come back.”

Before he could think, Bronze pounced on her invitation, sinking his fangs into her neck on her right side near the back of her neck, making her shout in pain, groaning until she felt him sucking, drinking a few gulps before he let go, panting and watching in shock as the wound rapidly scabbed over. “W-what did I just do?!”

“You’ve marked me as your mate Bronze. And I am quite pleased we’ve finally reached this stage in our relationship. Now I am truly yours.” Zecora cooed, shifting further into her bed and patting the space in front of her. “Come. Rest with me love.”

“I didn’t hurt you? Th-that wasn’t...wrong? And where did it come from?” Bronze asked as he yawned, his jaw finally starting to feel sore as his long session, his first session at that, caught up with him. So he crawled into the modest bed, tangling his legs with the zebra and nuzzling her as he pondered levitating the sheets over them, but figured they were more than warm enough as it was.

“Seeing what became of you, I had done my research. There are more thestrals in Zebrica than in Equestria due to us not shunning them as often as most ponyfolk do. I read in one of my books that some thestrals, rather than indulge in their omnivorous appetites, find a safer substitute in the excretions of the opposite, or sometimes same, sex of consenting partners.” Zecora then moved her mouth to the base of his neck, biting him with her blunt teeth, and Bronze cried out in ecstasy as some sort of primal instinct screamed out in rapture at the action, making him pant into her mane as she licked the bruised skin under his fur.

“W-wow...looks like I wasn’t the only one doing my anatomy studies.” Bronze chuckled, groaning when she moved up his neck and began nibbling his ear. “Zecora...unless you want a different kind of snake in you, you’d better cut it out….”

Zecora chuckled at his warning, backing away to press her nose against his. “I know, I was just feeling a little mischievous, you know for you I am so devious.” She smooched his nose, and they nuzzled. “But you’re right. We’re both tired, and should not press our endurance too much. We’ve been at it for over an hour.” Bronze bolted out of bed, making her blink as he checked her wooden sundial that was mystically enchanted with an eternal shadow moving on it, tracking time.

“Viv! I’ve gotta go pick her up from school! Or at least know where she’s going! Bye Tangy, I’ll see you later!” Bronze suddenly vanished, leaving Zecora laughing. His face was still soaked in her juices….

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Bronze was so glad he thought ahead and warped into the town park’s public stallion’s restroom to clean up before warping to Ponyville Elementary just in time to hear the bell ring and he let out a breath in relief before moving to sit next to Thunderlane, a rather well-build dark gray-black pegasus stallion with a light blue mohawk and Cutie Mark similar to Dash’s only the cloud was dark and the lightning was plain yellow.

Thunderlane blinked and sniffed the air, before looking at Bronze with a raised eyebrow. “Bro. You gotta get a stronger shampoo. Don’t want to have to explain the birds-n-bees because a foal asks why you smell so sharp.”

Bronze blushed, he couldn’t tell, but then again he was snout-deep in a mare’s snatch for an hour…. “Uh...sorry. It was actually my...first time.” Bronze admitted, and the stallion switched gears to a grin and a gentle punch to the shoulder.

“Nice~! Who’s the lucky mare?” Thunderlane asked jokingly as he watched the stream of foals for his little brother Rumble.

“Zecora.” Bronze said easily, he knew, especially from her starting it with an audience, that Zecora wouldn’t mind, and the pegasus gawked at Bronze. “What?”

“That smexy exotic mare? You did that?” Thunderlane asked ambiguously, since the foals going to their parents were reaching earshot.

“Um, yeah? She, I and Applejack have been seeing each other for months now.” Bronze admitted as he turned his gaze back to the tide of foals and spotted Vivian exiting the schoolhouse while chatting with Apple Bloom, Sweetie, and Scoots. The three fillies apparently rarely even talked to each other before Vivian garnered their attention if what he heard from her and the three filly’s older siblings was true.

Well, sort-of older sibling if Rainbow’s occasional gushing over her number-one fan was anything to go by.

“Whoa, I see the Prince already landed himself two big numbers. Well good luck. I hear just one is trouble.” Thunderlane joked as his brother approached and they both walked away as Vivian approached with her friends.

“Dad, can I go hang out with my friends? Sweetie says her sister said she could bring friends over today.” Vivian asked. As for her calling Bronze dad so soon, she said it felt wrong not to call him that, since she already called Brave Wings her dad….

“Rarity’s alright with it?” Bronze double-checked with Sweetie Bell, who nodded with a smile. The three fillies were already aware of his close relations with their siblings, especially Apple Bloom since she already considers him an older brother figure beings Bronze has dinner with her family often. “Alright then. You just be home before sundown cub.” Bronze leaned down to nuzzle her lovingly, and she breathed out and waved her talon in front of her face.

“Were you at a party or something? You smell like Brave when he came back from a big party sometimes.” Vivian asked, getting Bronze to blush.

“Y-yeah! A party! Yeah...you have fun.” Bronze warped away, breathing out in relief that he escaped that potential can of worms. ‘You’d think that having been Robin, having seen the seedy underbelly of crime, that she would be more knowledgeable of adult activities. At least it seems Brave Wings did a good job of censoring that as much as possible.’

“Well howdy!” Bronze blinked, realizing he’d instinctively warped to Sweet Apple Acres, beings he does that often. “Good to see ya Bronze, Ah-WHEW! What is that sharp smell?” Bronze turned to see Applejack rubbing her snout, and Bronze folded his ears back as he chuckled meekly.

“Uh...good news AJ….” Bronze started, but paused, getting her to raise an eyebrow. “I kinda...ate Zecora out...for an hour...yeah….” AJ’s jaw dropped as she gawked at him, and he grinned weakly before an apple fell on his head, spearing onto his horn. “Ow, geez. That was unlucky.” Bronze sniffed the apple, his eyes dilating, before his long tongue moved out and up to the juicy fruit, slowly running his tongue over the juice running down his fluted horn, before slowly lifting it off, still zoned out as AJ blushed at the show.

“Uh...Bronze?” Applejack asked worriedly as his tongue drew the apple in, and his jaw opened wide as his teeth elongated, and bit into the punctured fruit. What AJ saw made her eyes widen in terror as the plump apple rapidly shriveled into an empty husk, and his dilated slit eyes shrank into thin slits as a visceral hiss climbed up his throat. “Oh no...mah coltfriend is a Fruit Bat~!” AJ wailed as Bronze suddenly leapt at the nearest tree, AJ running to get help.

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“Oh~...ugh...what happened?” Bronze asked weakly as his crusty eyes tried to force their way open, groaning as he moved his hooves to his heavily bloated belly. “Eugh...what did I eat? And why so much?”

“Mah apples. And cuz Ah assume you’re easily addicted to fruit sugars or somethin’ Twi said to that fashion.” Applejack’s voice cut into his thoughts, getting Bronze to finally wrench his crusty eyes open to see he was in AJ’s bed with a cold compress on his head and some sort of oil rubbed into his excessively distended belly as he lay on his back with pillows keeping him in the position. “Ah tell ya, finding out you’re more a Fruit Bat than a Vampire Bat was a shocker.” Bronze was staring at her and her expression of mixed worry and annoyance.

“Oof...sorry. I’ve been eating meat, so what are you saying?” ‘Does kinda explain why Viv said not to eat fruit….’

“Twi said some thestrals take more after Fruit Bats and others Vampire Bats. Didn’t think ya’ll found juice more attractive than blood.” Applejack chortled, rubbing his sloshing distended belly, making Bronze moan as she blushed. “But...Ah think Ah like ya’ll bloated up and helpless. Kinda reminds me of when ya was a squishy tub a lard~.” Applejack cooed, making Bronze groan as she rubbed his belly and jiggled it. “Ah miss having a hand to squeeze with sometimes. Guess Ah’ll have to settle for this.” AJ grinned as she pressed in on his aching stomach, making Bronze grunt in pained relief.

“AJ, I don’t think this is a good time to-mmf?!” Bronze suddenly found his face in a very familiar place, AJ was sitting on his face.

“Ah don’t think yer full enough yet~....” Applejack growled as her tail moved to the side so she could look back at him as she hugged his huge belly, her grin feral and controlling. “Git lickin’ big colt.”

‘Mommy….’