Hiding beneath a cloak, nervously eyeing ponies left and right as she weaved through the town, was Zecora. Anon had faced his fair share of painfully beautiful mares in his time here. The Elements of Harmony, the Princesses, Cheerilee, Mayor Mare, the list went on and on, but Zecora, now she just had something that made his heart flutter. Be it the beautiful stripes running down her form, her massive ass, juicy thighs, piercing cyan eyes, exotic voice, beautiful face, endless wisdom, or a mix of all those perfect traits–she was the one mare Anon was scared to be around.