Zecora's summon has a certain interest in the busty zebra.
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Zecora's eyes widened as the tentacles grew bolder, their grip tightening around her busty form. She rose to her hooves, her usual grace compromised by the writhing mass. "This ritual's path I did not foresee, what lustful entity has come for me?" she mused, her voice a mix of trepidation and intrigue.
The tendrils, as if responding to her movement, suddenly tensed. With a swift, fluid motion, they latched onto her long black dress, their slimy surface adhering to the fabric. Zecora gasped as she felt the first tear, the sound of ripping cloth echoing through the clearing. "My attire, it seems, will not survive this night. But perhaps there's pleasure in this plight?"
As the dress fell away in tatters, Zecora's massive breasts flopped free, her striped fur doing little to conceal her ample assets. The cool night air caused her nipples to stiffen, a fact not lost on the tentacles. They immediately gravitated towards her chest, wrapping around the soft flesh with obvious intent.
"Oh my," Zecora breathed, her usual stoicism faltering as the tendrils kneaded her breasts. "This summoning has taken quite a turn. What other sensations will I learn?"