The Brewmaster
It was a sweltering, humid, bug-ridden summer night in the Everfree Forest, as per usual. The glow of the firelit windows in Zecora’s tree hut were all my eyes could focus on. Twigs and leaves crunched underfoot as I walked carelessly past the talismans that hung from branches above my head, warning unwanted visitors to keep out. I casually swung around the silk pouch full of freshly-picked waterlily petals I had been carrying as I emerged from the dense brush and arrived at Zecora’s front porch. The dim light afforded me an opportunity to look myself over, and I found that my cargo pants were covered in unflattering dirt and grass stains.
After brushing my pants off to look a tad more presentable, I rapped my knuckles on Zecora’s well-worn wooden door and waited patiently.
Moments later, the doorknob clicked, turned, and then the door swung open. Standing on the other side of the entryway was none other than the brewmaster herself.
She greeted me with a smile and a nod as she noticed the full bag of ingredients I was holding.
“Jacob, right on time! Though it appears you’re covered in grime,” Zecora said, lowering her gaze.
I took the brief moment to assess Zecora's own, much cleaner outfit. She was wearing a skimpy, partially torn grayish top to show off her golden belly button piercing, as well as matching torn shorts to show off her legs. Her chocolate-toned skin was coated in elaborate stripes of white body paint, and her golden earrings and bracelets were glittering from the light of the fire behind her.
“Sorry, Zecora. I got the waterlily petals, though!”, I replied, smiling at her.
"Oh, it’s alright. Come in, we've much to do tonight," she responded, stepping aside to clear the way for me to enter the hut.
I stepped inside, then handed the waterlily pouch to her and shut the creaky front door behind me.
The iron cauldron Zecora used to make her potions was being heated by a wood fire and bubbling away with some sort of purple sludge inside. After helping her make potions for so many months, I knew better than to ask what her concoctions did, unless I suddenly got the urge to hear her drone on about it for hours in inexplicably consistent rhymes. I turned away from the cauldron and took a seat on one of Zecora’s handmade wooden stools, then watched her scrutinize the petals closely.
"Well done, to be sure. These flower petals are clean and pure.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. Collecting ingredients for Zecora could be a crapshoot, and I wasn’t about to run to another lake to pick more flowers for her at this time of night.
Zecora turned away from me and dumped every last petal into her cauldron. As she gave the mixture a light stir, she looked back over her shoulder.
“Twilight Sparkle stopped by earlier today, she already had the Canterlot Hay.”
“Oh, good! Does that mean we’re done?”
“Not quite. There is one more ingredient we need to make this potion right.”
I paused for a moment, tilting my head. “What's that?”
Zecora only replied with a giggle, which was almost never a good sign. I didn’t really mind, though. My eyes were firmly focused on her deliciously plump ass, which was barely contained by her tattered shorts and cast in an orangey shadow from the fire under the cauldron. Her hips gyrated and her rump jiggled teasingly as she stirred up the purple mixture. I began to wonder if she knew how much of a show she was putting on in here.
My day dreams were shattered as Zecora turned back towards me, giving me a view of her bare midriff instead. I noticed a few glistening beads of sweat dripping down her smooth body, then looked up to find that her arm was outstretched. She was holding the large stirring spoon out towards me.
"I'll tell you later about the last ingredient to be added to the brew. But first, come and taste this raw purple goo."
I grimaced visibly and stood up, but walked over towards Zecora anyway. I took a sniff of the stuff. It smelled vaguely fruity, like grape juice or something. I shot her a hesitant look, trying to make sure I wasn’t about to be pranked.
"I suspect," she began with a knowing smirk, "Swallowing this will make the last ingredient much easier to collect."
My expression turned even more quizzical, but I took the spoon from her anyway. "Makes sense," I muttered dryly, bringing the stirring spoon to my mouth and wrapping my lips around it. I licked up the whole spoonful of sticky, unfinished purple potion, then swallowed it. Luckily, it tasted just as sweet and fruity as it smelled. "Mm. So, how did that help with anything?" I asked, offering the spoon back to Zecora.
"Patience, assistant. You know my potions are very consistent."
"Yeah. A potion that helps you collect the last ingredient is very clever, but I don't know what I'm supposed to be collecting," I said, returning to my seat.
"Don't worry, there's no hurry. While your statement is correct, this ingredient will be my job to collect."
"Wait, then... What's the purple stuff doing to me?"
Zecora giggled again. It was a very mysterious laugh. Almost like she was mocking me.
“Oh Jacob, you’re very quick. However, I assure you, no harm will come of my little trick.”
Trick? So she was mocking me. That means I just ingested some mysterious purple gunk made up of a bunch of magical ingredients, some of which I can't even pronounce. I guess I kinda expected to be experimented upon when I signed up to be Zecora's assistant. Maybe it'll do something boring like turn my eyelashes blue for a few seconds.
Zecora was twirling the spoon in her hand as she examined my immediate reaction.
But, what if it does something worse? What if the purple goo started to eat me alive from the inside out? No, that would be harmful. What about turning me into a girl? Is Zecora a closeted lesbian who wanted to create her own dyke? I guess that couldn't be it either. That would be harmful for my self-esteem. I think I could get used to having a vagina. Oh, what if the potion turned me gay the other way? I was just staring at her ass, though. Was that before or after I ate the purple stuff?
I looked at Zecora again, but only heard muted, muffled noises as her mouth moved. The whole world blurred and shifted around. I shut my eyes.
What kind of "harmless" potion would do this to me? In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have just licked the spoon clean on command. You're such a fuck-up, Jacob.
Without warning, images of Zecora flashed through my head. She was bare naked and beckoning me over. I was definitely not gay.
"...a good assistant. Jacob, my-"
I opened my eyes and stared blankly at Zecora while my hearing gradually returned. She stopped mid-sentence and stared blankly back at me.
"I'm sorry, Zecora. I think I just had a bit of a mishap with the goo," I stammer, not getting any immediate reaction. It took me until now to realize that Zecora looks incredibly sexy at this angle, like she's standing over me. "...Could you say that again?"
She remained silent for a brief moment. "Your reaction to the goo was no mishap. Take a look down at your lap."
I turned my head down and found I was pitching quite a large tent in my pants. Now that I noticed it, I also realized just how warm and sensitive it was getting down there, too.
"Oh."
"I can collect the last ingredient from you on one condition: I need your full permission."
"Uh... What's the last ingredient?"
"I need some-" she paused, blushed visibly, then corrected herself, "A lot... of your cum."
My eyes lit up, and my hard-on twitched excitedly in my pants. "R-really?"
"Yes Jacob, you heard me. What will your decision be?"
"Oh- yes! I'd be happy to... assist. Should I go to the bathroom and, y'know, get down to business?"
“There is no need. Only during intense sex can I collect your best seed."
I processed her words, then suddenly I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. This had to be a dream, there was no way she just said that. Still, Zecora managed to keep a straight face despite her blushing.
"May I inquire into your... deepest desire?"
"Deepest?"
"Yes, something bold. It's for my benefit and yours, don't try to withhold."
"I have a... foot fetish," I mutter, barely able to believe my own luck.
"...My feet?" Zecora looked down at her sandals, then wiggled her toes. "How sweet. If you think of more, I'll do anything you ask for."
"I can ask for anything?"
"Yes, indeed. Ready to proceed?"
I stared up at Zecora and nodded slowly, deciding that I should be the one to make the first move. I stood up and wrapped my arms around her body, then stared deep into her azure eyes.
She returned my stare and wrapped her arms around my waist, "Before we get too far, know that you must finish in a glass jar."
“Alright.”
"I'll be making sure you hold it all in. Now, let us begin."
I gave her a nod and a smile, then leaned in to kiss her on the lips. Our tongues met mid-kiss and began to push against each other.
"Mmph," she moaned into my mouth, tightening her hold on me and tugging at my shirt.
My hands cautiously dipped lower on Zecora's body, finding their way to her ample rump. I gave it a quick squeeze.
She moaned into my mouth again, wiggling her butt for me to grab at while kissing me repeatedly.
I gripped Zecora's rear end more firmly and she gently fell forward, her warm, pillowy breasts pressed against my chest. She began kissing at my neck while I gave her ass a rough squeeze, then started to rub it gently. She was like putty in my hands.
"More passionate emotion will give me a better potion," Zecora whispered to me, leaning away from my chest and licking her lips sensually. She looked at me with an almost animalistic gaze, her lips glazed with saliva that shone from the light of the fire. I moved in to kiss her again, my hands slid up the sides of her body to grope her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt, eliciting more muffled moans.
The fire was beginning to make both of us sweat. I tasted a hint of saltiness as I sucked on Zecora's plump lips, her breasts felt warm and moist. When she pulled out of my kiss, she wiped her brow with the back of her hand and smudged the white body paint on her forehead.
She exhaled, then quickly dropped to her knees, eagerly fumbling with the button holding up my pants. Her eyes told me all I needed to know; I didn't need to move a muscle. Once she got my pants undone, she yanked my boxers down around my ankles and murmured a sound of approval as my cock flopped out, fully erect. My eyes widened as I saw just what the purple stuff had been doing to me, I'd never seen my own manhood so swollen and stiff before. My balls felt heavy too, they were happily churning away.
Zecora began by stroking my member with one hand while looking up at me innocently. The contrast of her dark skin on my oversized, beet-red shaft was a sight to behold. I could almost feel my heart skip a beat each time her warm, sweaty palm neared my sensitive tip. I started to fantasize about blowing my load all over her, but I quickly suppressed the urge.
"Jacob, I should come clean. Yours is the largest cock I've ever seen," she said, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face as she stared into my eyes and jerked me off.
"Th-thank you, Zecora," I managed to spit out, my lungs already betraying me and taking short, excited breaths..
"Such a grand dick deserves a good lick," Zecora muttered with an ear-to-ear grin. She pressed her thumb to the underside of my shaft and squeezed it, then slid her thumb towards the head. A gooey bead of precum formed at my tip, and Zecora decisively gripped my cock with both hands. She opened her mouth wide, then pressed her wet, somewhat rough tongue to the tip. With one smooth motion, she gradually tilted her head up to face me, while running every inch of her coarse tongue across my cock head. I twitched visibly and shut my eyes tight, nearly exploding into her mouth as she gave me all of the excessively cruel lick. When I opened my eyes and looked down at Zecora, she had already pulled her tongue back into her mouth. She then placed a gentle kiss on my cock, pulled one hand off, and resumed stroking it as if nothing had just happened.
"Just as controlling in sex as she is in potion brewing," I thought to myself with a smirk, noticing a glint of mischief in Zecora's innocent-looking eyes that I'd missed earlier.
While I continued to gaze into Zecora's alluring eyes, she thrust herself foward and began to suckle on my member, not taking her eyes off of me. I let out a grunt and rested my hand on the back of her head. She started sucking and licking at my member, her lips producing lewd slurping noises that turned me on even more. My thoughts were rushed and hazy as I pushed my hips forward, beginning to pound into Zecora's mouth. She finally took her eyes off of me as she moaned passionately, permitting me to facefuck her. I was in bliss, breathing heavily as I felt my cock pushing deep enough to violate her throat. Zecora did her best to take my girth, managing to stop herself from gagging for a few seconds until her throat began to tighten up. I felt her gasping for air, so I quickly pulled out and let her take a breath.
Zecora coughed a few times, then looked back at me and wiped some spittle off her lips, "That's a quick way to make your throat sore, I thought I could take more," she mumbled.
"Don't worry about it, you did great, Zecora," I said, gently rubbing at my dripping wet member.
She stood up, then walked towards her animal skin-covered bed, beckoning me to follow with one finger. Her hips swayed from side to side in an exaggerated, sexy gait. I stepped out of my pants and boxers, then did as commanded, reaching the bed just as Zecora sat down by her furry pillow. Now I could see more clearly just how hot and sweaty she was. She was fanning herself with one hand, but it didn't seem like it was helping too much.
"Jacob, remove your shirt and sit on the bed. I think you'll enjoy what's ahead."
I took off my shirt and tossed it aside, then plopped myself down by the foot of the bed. I looked over at Zecora's face, then heard her sandals hit the floor. I immediately knew what was coming next. She swung her bare feet up onto the bed, and rested them just in front of my proud member.
"Your first good behavior treat will be rubbing my feet," Zecora purred, wiggling her toes for me.
I picked up her right foot by the ankle to get a good look at it. The flesh of her sole and the bottoms of her toes was pink rather than dark, chocolatey brown. I took a quick sniff, then dug my agile fingers into her sole, massaging it gently. Her foot smelled flowery, almost like perfume, but the saltiness of Zecora's sweat wasn't fully masked. I wanted nothing more than to suck and lick every inch of her foot, but I kept to the massage for now. She did say it was only my first treat, after all. While I rubbed away at Zecora's foot, she started to produce little moans of pleasure that motivated me to keep going. After a few minutes of sensual massaging, I felt I had given her the best foot massage of her life. I set down her right foot and picked up her left to continue my work. After taking another sniff, I noticed something. The flowery smell was something Zecora had taught me about before- an aphrodisiac. One glance down at my hard member told me that it was doing its job.
Zecora poked my leg with her right foot, urging me to continue. I started massaging her sole, feeling her slowly relax in my grasp. The intense desire to wrap my lips around her plump toes flared up again, but I closed my eyes and let it subside, making sure to rub every tense muscle I could get my hands on. She was moaning softly once again with every bit of pressure I applied.
When I took my gaze off Zecora's foot for a brief moment, she locked eyes with me. "Jacob, you do incredible work. I think we'll both enjoy more frequent foot massages as your new assistant's perk. And as much as I love to tease, my feet are now yours to do with as you please."
"Thank you, Zecora," I said with a smirk, leaning in to kiss her big toe. I picked up her right foot and held both in front of me, taking the chance to admire their perfection. I opened my mouth wide and wrapped my lips around her big toe, suckling gently on it and staring lovingly at Zecora. She seemed to enjoy it. After pulling my mouth off her biggest digit, I moved on to the others, taking each of them into my mouth to lick, suck, and slurp at. When I hit a ticklish spot, Zecora would scrunch her toes up in my mouth, which felt amazing. I quickly finished worshipping all ten toes, then began placing gentle kisses on her soles. They were so smooth and soft, just the way I'd dreamed about. I placed my tongue at the base of her right heel and made a long lick up to her toes. She giggled and scrunched her feet, then I moved to do the same for her left. They tasted amazing, too. Like a difficult-to-describe mixture of sweet and sweaty. By the time Zecora spoke up, her feet were compeletely slathered in my drool.
"I hope you aren't spent. I believe it's time for the main event," she said, pulling her flawless feet away from my face and wiping them on the furry bedsheets. She then slid her hands into her torn top and quickly lifted it over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, so her D cup breasts spilled out in full view. To my surprise, both of her breasts had a shiny golden rod piercing through their dark brown nipples. And they were beautiful. Perky, shapely, soft-looking. I couldn't stop myself from crawling over to her and laying my hands on them. She just smiled back at me and reached over her shoulder, pulling back a fairly large, squeaky clean glass jar.
"Jacob, listen to me. This information is key. Tell me if you feel your willpower wearing thin, I'll use this jar to gather your cum in."
"Got it," I replied, squeezing Zecora's tits in affirmation.
She rolled her eyes and set the jar down beside me, then gently pushed me away from her chest using her foot. She lifted herself up, then hooked her fingers into her shorts and panties, sliding them down to her ankles. She quickly tossed them aside towards my pile of clothes on the ground. Her hand then glided down her tummy, and she used her fingers to spread her shiny, bald pussy for me. It was bright pink and clearly very tight. I could almost feel my mouth watering as I licked my lips and looked at her.
"Go right ahead, my legs are spread," Zecora said to me with a wink.
"You're the best brewmaster ever, Zecora," I replied excitedly, leaning in and planting another romantic kiss on her lips. In return, she just placed her hand on top of my head and pushed me down between her legs. Once she guided me to my destination, I flicked my tongue out to get a taste of her slit. It was clearly scented with the same aphrodisiac that was all over her feet.
With my potion-and-scent-enhanced hard-on throbbing urgently between my legs, I started to eat Zecora out. She tasted great, and her body was wriggling around each time my tongue pushed deeper into her folds.
"Ooh, Jacob, mmm!" she cried out.
My hands were busy rubbing at her bare ass while she quivered and shook from my thorough licking. I continued for a few minutes, each of her moans grew louder than the last.
"Mmph!" I heard yet again, watching her pelvic muscles tighten and spasm while I pleasured her. Luckily for Zecora, she didn't have the same cumming restriction as me. When I lashed my tongue around in the deepest reaches of her delicious sex, her lady juices violently squirted out of her pussy. My lips were coated with her cum, and plenty of excess ran down my chin. I did my best to lap it all up. Zecora was left panting and wanting more. My own member was quivering with desire. I needed to be inside her.
"Hope you enjoyed your little snack..." Zecora said in between deep breaths. She swung her legs off the bed and stood up, "Now lie down on your back."
I nodded and laid myself down with my arms at my sides and my head on the pillow. Zecora picked her leg up and over my body, then knelt down so that she was straddling my legs and facing me. She moved the jar into my view and stared into my eyes. We were both ready.
Zecora lifted her dark-skinned rump over my turgid cock. I could feel the heat radiating off her pussy as she moved it into position. With a graceful movement, she lowered herself onto my shaft, arching her back and gasping for air as I slid into her.
"Oh, Zecora..." I whimpered, feeling like my cock was sinking into a warm, heavenly embrace. I didn't even tell her that I'd just lost my virginity. It was too perfect a moment.
Zecora continued relentlessly until her beautiful ass was firmly planted on my hips and I was hilted inside her. She fidgeted around on top of me, getting accommodated to the thickness of my manhood, which had to be stretching out her tight folds.
"A very tight fit, but I managed it," Zecora said triumphantly, using her finger to trace the contours of my sweaty, pale chest.
I nodded and went to reach for Zecora's breasts when I felt her brace her hands on my belly. She quickly lifted her waist up, then let gravity do the work of slamming her butt down on top of me.
"Mmmmm!" we both murmured in unison. My cock felt like it was twitching uncontrollably.
Zecora picked herself up again and started to gyrate her hips in circular motions, her eyes were half-lidded as she stared dominantly down at me. On a whim, she slammed her rump back down and moaned again.
"Ohh!"
I felt like I was being used. Like I was nothing more than a sex toy to be milked, and I loved it.
Zecora starting pumping her hips up and down, with a little side-to-side movement, all while keeping me planted inside her dripping wet sex. She slammed down again.
"Ahh!"
Then she practically started bouncing on my member[ao], repeatedly slapping her ass cheeks down onto my hips and lifting them up again. I couldn't help myself from pumping into her. We got into a rhythm, she bounced while I thrusted. I felt like I was in a trance, my thoughts were cloudy at best. All I could feel was the intense stimulation and tightening sensation in my hips. Wait a minute. That meant-
"Zecora, gonna cum!"
Instantly, she picked herself off of me and grabbed the jar. I sat up straight on the edge of the bed while Zecora held out the container and started stroking me off with one hand. All it took after that was her leaning in and kissing me on the lips. I jerked forward and shot a hot, sticky, thick spurt of cum right into the collection jar. That felt like nothing, so I kept going, not that I had much choice. My muscles tightened and I shot out another strand that felt extra-thick. My spine tingled and my vision gradually went white and blurry as I climaxed for thirty full seconds into Zecora's jar, spewing enough of my seed to fill it up to capacity. When the jar couldn't hold any more, Zecora used her mouth to take the last few shots of cum down her throat before my orgasm finally subsided. I laid down on the bed and shut my eyes. The lights went out, and I drifted off to sleep before I had even fully realized what had just happened.
Later, I learned that Zecora just licked my semen off her lips and picked up the jar. She dumped its entire contents into the purple goo, turning it a brighter pinkish hue. After she stirred the mixture sufficiently, she put out the fire and left it to cool overnight. I awoke to her body nuzzled up against me in the morning.
Like it was any other day, I stood up and put my clothes on. I found a note next to the cauldron that said it was a "Hair Beautifying Potion". I bottled some of the pinkish liquid and set it all on a wooden pull cart. I then made my way to the nearby town of Ponyville and set up my usual stand: "Zecora's Potions". My first customer that day was a blonde-haired woman with green eyes, pale skin, and mint green clothing. She inquired about the pink potion, and happily bought one to try after I did my best to explain it. I must've had a very smug look on my face when I told her to make absolutely sure that she swallowed every last drop.