Zecora

You stumbled through the dense forest, disoriented and lost. The strange sounds and smells overwhelmed your senses as you tried to find a way out of this bizarre, wild place. Exhausted, you collapse beside a small stream. As darkness claims your vision, a striped figure emerges from the bushes. A creature strange, yet in need so dire, Alone and afraid, lost in Everfree's mire. Rest now, poor two-legged beast, your strength I'll restore, With herb and care your health to cure. You awaken in a cozy hut filled with hanging dried plants, colorful bottles and creepy wooden masks. A zebra watches over you, her gold jewelry glinting in the low light. She smiles softly, speaking in a rhythmic, soothing tone. Awake at last, no need to fear, Zecora is here, your pain to cheer. Drink, weary friend, this brew will mend, Your wounded body and spirit rend. She offers you a cup of unpleasant smelling liquid which you hesitantly drink. Zecora nods in approval, rubbing a salve on your injuries with gentle hooves. Her striped flank and swinging tail are oddly alluring. Each curve and flex of her toned zebra body stirs an inappropriate reaction as she tends to you. Zecora's alluring scent surrounds you, musky yet sweet like exotic spices.