A Summer Night in Zanzebra

Friday Afternoon

“...and that was the second time I grew to full size and decimated a landmark.”

The harmonic sound of sudden, spitting laughter from the two mares in front of me made my smile grow even larger across my beak. Their guffawing was far from elegant. Moonlight had been in mid-chug of a mojito, and she ended up spitting it airborne. Siva snorted on her mai tai and nearly ended up sneezing it from her snout.

“Well, at least I can still get the mares laughing.”

Smiling, I tipped my drink back and guzzled down what was left of it. Had to admit, Moonlight knew how to make a drink drier than the desert yet taste so good as well. An interesting mix of gin and some bitter tropical fruit that made me screw my lips together at the taste. Not in a bad way, but more to enjoy the flavor.

“I must say, Spike,” Siva said, finally done laughing, “your tales I truly do like. This town of yours seems very intriguing.”

I flashed them my award winning sharp toothed grin. “Well, Ponyville can be a hectic type of place sometimes, but overall it’s a pretty sweet home.” I looked around myself, taking in the settings before me. Crystal clear lake in front, with a sun just beginning to dip into the ocean’s horizon, causing the water to take on a fiery appearance. I could hear the ocean in the distance, beating against the sandy shores of the beach in a constant rhythm. And, of course, there were the two stunningly beautiful mares before me.

Well, I should clarify. They weren’t technically ponies. Then again, I suppose they weren’t zebras either. And I don’t want to use the word ‘zonies.’ Not entirely sure how it flies in Zanzebra, but I didn’t want to drop it and make a fool of myself. I, Spike, am many things, but I am not an accidental racist.

That being said, I wouldn’t mind seeing more zebra-ponies swaying their hips about. Particularly Siva. I couldn’t stop looking at her as she took her seat on a nearby rock, stretching out her strong legs for all they were worth. She was rocking a tribal blouse over her matching red bikini and short skirt.

As for Moonlight, while she didn’t radiate that hot, fiery temperance Savi did so well, she had her own charm as well. She had a colder dure that made her more interesting to me. Not to mention she certainly had an attractive figure of her own. Grayish-blue coat with navy colored stripes that traveled down her arms and thighs and a few other locations I’d like to get more introduced to. Her eyes always seemed to be covered by her bangs, but I think that just added to the whole ‘mystery’ appeal she put forth. Not to mention she looked damn good in her animal fur sash.

Moonlight wrapped one of her bangs in her finger, shooting me a sly grin. “So, Spike, we’ve known you for days now, but Siva and I have never thought to ask, what brings you to our little paradise? Was the burden of home too great for you?”

“Oh, well, you know. Stress, work, nagging.” I tapped a claw to my chin. “Plus, I guess I just needed a break from being a butler to a princess of Equestria. So, here I am.”

“Come now. That can’t be all there is to the story,” Moonlight implored. She fluttered her long lashes at me, really adding charm to her statement.

Well, with convincing like that, I had to tell her something. “There is some other parts of it…” I shrugged, scratching the back of my head. “But I don’t want to bore you gals with the details of my boring country village life.”

“Oh Spike, you’re anything but boring,” Siva chuckled. She did her own run at the routine Moonlight was pulling, though her’s consisted of running a finger down the length of her leg up to the curve of her hip, tugging slightly at her beach skirt. “But really now, what brought you to Zanzebra of all places instead of some other tropical destination?”

“Tales of feminine beauty so great it would blind a lesser male," I joked, the duo joining me in my laugh. Their voices were like honey to my ears. They spoke with the same accent as Zecora, only more subdued, so I could actually understand what they were saying more than fifty percent of the time. Their laughter as well ringed nicely with me. After we shared a good chuckle, I continued. “I guess what really brought me here was Zecora’s suggestion.”

“Oh, Zecora, is it?” Moonlight asked, her smile growing with a more devious side to it. She crossed her arms, further pronouncing the suggestive cleavage of her breasts. I’d be lying if I didn’t say that was the first thing I noticed about her. Seeing a rack like that on a sunny day with only a strapless bra covering it was… an irresistible sight to see. Holding a finger under her lips seductively, Moonlight said, “I remember seeing her with you from before. Do you two have a history together?”

“You could say that,” I replied, smiling just as wide as her.

“What about a more sensational history?” Siva suggested. She shot Moonlight a quick glance, some piece of information passing between the pair. I wished I knew what they said with their eyes, but by the growing grins on their faces, it was likely something good.

“You could also say that,” I said, leaving off with a bit of an ambiguous point. Set the bait, lead the fish, and you’ll hook them up sooner than later.

“Ooh. Is it something naughty?” Siva asked, leaning her body forward from her seat. While her blouse hid much of her breasts from view, it was tight even to give their curve just enough definition to catch my attention.

“Well… a gentledrake doesn’t kiss and tell, does he?” I said, crossing my legs and getting into a thinking pose. By the second, it became more and more tempting to tell the tale, but I still had to lead up to it. “Hard to believe a few days ago, I wasn’t looking forward to this trip. I spent most of the boat ride reading old Power Ponies comics in my cabin.”

Siva raised her hand. “Skip One Last Hour, it is most horrendous. Quite lackluster in art style, too.”

Apparently they got comic books all the way out here. “Noted. Anyway, Zecora dragged me out of the cabin when the island came into view. Not to say I didn’t enjoy taking a good look, but I was still a stick in the mud. Zecora said to me,” I put on a really bad imitation of her accent, “‘Our journey is nearly done. I know you and I will have much fun.’ I turned to her and asked, ‘What fun could we possibly have?’ And then she gave me this sultry look...”