Compass Draft surveyed the barren landscape passing rapidly beneath him. The heated air rising from the Zebrican plains pressed against his sand colored wings, allowing him a leisurely flight with minimal need for flapping. His eyes, on the other hoof, were busy methodically scanning the ground for any landmarks that might be useful for navigation. He wasn’t lost though, quite the opposite in fact.

True to his name, Compass was blessed with an uncanny sense of direction. This, combined with his vivid memory and exceptional penmanship, had led him into the field of cartography. That, in turn had recently led him to the still largely uncharted continent of Zebrica.

To call Zebrica “unexplored” would be unfair. The native Zebra, who had lived there for thousands of years, had thoroughly explored the continent and kept detailed records of their rivers, mountains, and villages. However, because Zebras lacked the ability of flight, their records did not include very many actual maps. And the few maps that they did have, were crude, and often inaccurate. Recognizing Zebrica’s need for skilled cartographers, Compass left his home in Equestria intent on putting his talents to good use.

He had only arrived a week ago, but in that time he’d already managed to survey nearly the entire Zeerae River. With any luck, by day’s end, he would be done with it completely. Unfortunately, he was so focused on taking in every detail of the river’s vast delta that he completely failed to notice the manticore until its stinger was fully embedded in his withers.

It felt as if his blood had suddenly been replaced with molten lead. Compass fell from the sky, his spasming wings failing to keep him aloft. The pain from the sting was so intense that he barely registered his violent collision with the ground. Compass desperately tried to return to the air, but by some combination of the poison and the impact, his limbs refused to cooperate. He watched helplessly as the beast landed gracefully in front of him, and began slowly circling its prey, waiting for the venom to take full effect.

Blackness encroached on the edges of Compass’ vision as he struggled to remain conscious. Just as the last of his sight faded he saw a cloud of red powder collide with the manticore’s face. He heard an anguished roar, and the beating of wings, and then... nothing.

Zel stood over the unconscious pegasus quivering in utter disbelief of what she’d just done. The chili powder had been just as likely to draw the manticore’s ire as it had been to scare it off. And she didn’t even know this pony! To her complete surprise something inside her refused to just watch him die. This same part of her now demanded that she treat the enormous swollen wound on the strange stallion’s back, even though that meant dragging him all the way back to her home.

Thankfully, the stallion was far lighter that he looked. He hardly weighed half as much as she did, despite being nearly a head taller. The trek back to her hut proved far easier than she had feared. Soon enough, she had managed to get him onto her bed, and treated with a dose of antivenom and a fresh bandage.

Crisis momentarily averted, Zel was finally able to get a good look at her unusual guest. She had met several ponies before, but never a pegasus. She curiously ran her hoof across the base of his wing, feeling how his coat gradually transitioned into soft down. She recoiled her foreleg when the sleeping pony abruptly rolled over, dreamily mumbling something about somepony named “Fleur.”

She stood motionless with her hoof suspended in the air. A moment passed, and it became apparent that the stallion was merely dreaming. She let herself relax. Another moment passed, and the exact nature of the stallion’s dream was revealed by his bulging sheath.

Zel blushed furiously, but didn’t avert her gaze from the developing erection. She’d never seen a stallion’s member from this close before. She felt compelled to watch by a mix of curiosity and a second, less familiar emotion. She sat enraptured as inch after inch of the phallus emerged in front of her, until nearly a foot of his mottled pink flesh was visible. She realized that her hoof had been slowly reaching towards his penis without her noticing.

When the stray hoof reached its destination, the stallion let out a soft murmur. His shaft was hot and firm to the touch, gently throbbing in time with his pulse. Zel recognized the faint, but unmistakeable scent of male arousal, though she had no idea how she was able to identify it. She moved her probing hoof to her nose, and she couldn’t help but shiver as her mind swam in the heady odor.

She moved her muzzle closer to source of the intoxicating fragrance. Sniffing wildly, she filled her lungs with the aroma, but she wanted her more. She extended her tongue towards the pillar of flesh in front of her, and gave it a delicate lick, unaware of Compass’ eyes fluttering open.

“Gah!” Compass shouted in surprise. He reflexively propelled himself skyward, only to slam directly into the hut’s low ceiling. He reached to rub the new bump on his head, but was stopped by a sharp burst of pain shooting through his still injured leg.

Zel, meanwhile, was frozen in place from sheer mortification. Her mouth hung open with her tongue still extended, and her eyes were locked on the panicking pegasus.

His eyes, in contrast, were darting around the room, taking in the traditional tribal décor before finally coming to rest on the motionless Zebra mare in front of him. She had a lithe build, and soft angular features. Both common for her species, but her markings gave Compass pause. Her stripes wrapped around her legs as if they were trying to ensnare her, and her glyph mark was some form of four armed spiral. Neither of these details were typical of any of the Zebra tribes Compass was familiar with.

Determining a Zebra’s tribe was essential for interacting with them effectively. Jagged, zigzagging stripes would have indicated the Shazza tribe, and Compass would have known to aggressively demand an explanation, and to avoid showing any weakness. However, short, curved stripes would have meant she was a member of Zindi tribe, and taking such a hostile approach would more than likely result in a physical altercation. But continuous spiraling stripes? Compass’ limited cultural knowledge left him at a complete lost.

“Who are you?” Compass asked, in the most neutral tone he could manage.

The Zebra mare remained completely motionless, like a deer caught in a bright light. Except for her eyes, which diligently followed his engorged cock as it swayed back and forth.

“Alright then…” Compass said, as he slowly moved towards the hut’s exit, “I’m just going to leave now…”

“Wait!” Zel called out just as the stallion reached the door. He stopped, and turned to face her. She continued in a rushed whisper, “I’m Zel of the Grevys tribe. I saved you from the Manticore, and I’m sorry I was playing with your… um… thing.”

Compass knew he should have just kept walking. Despite this, his hooves stayed firmly in place. Maybe it was Zels bright red, vunerable face, maybe it was the pain still radiating from his legs, or maybe it had something to do with the weeks worth of need built up in his loins. But, whatever the reason, Compass decided to stay and see where things might lead. “So... um…” he started, unsure of how to proceed in such a strange situation, “you like dicks?”

Zel flinched at that final word, her cheeks blushing even deeper. Truth be told she had liked his… dick. ahh! Just thinking the word sent a shiver down her spine. It felt so wrong, and so naughty. “Yes” she finally croaked, ashamed by her actions, and even more by her base thoughts, and desires.

Compass knew the situation was unusual, but she clearly wanted to play with a cock, and he most certainly wanted to have his cock played with, so why not? “Would you like to touch it some more?” His voice was equal parts hopeful and wary. He decided to go for broke, “With your mouth?”

Zel stared transfixed at the gently twitching phallus in front of her. She had an open invitation to just walk over and put it in her mouth. To explore its surface with her tongue. Just the thought of it stirred a powerful wave of desire inside her. She took a moment before deciding to act on her impulses, but her body was already walking towards Compass. She walked with a sultry, exaggerated gait that her hips seemed to perform on their own accord.

Meanwhile, Compass had shifted his weight onto his haunches, leaving his rigid stallionhood on full display as it gently bobbed in time with his excited breathing. The look in Zel’s eyes did nothing to quell his arousal. It was a sensuous mixture of one part trepidation, and two parts unbridled, animalistic lust.

Zel was less than inch away from Compass’ crotch. His rod twitched eagerly in response to her warm breath. She pressed her broad tongue against the fleshy surface, and felt his heartbeat as she traced up along a particularly pronounced vein. When she reached his glans, she was overwhelmed with his masculine flavor, and wrapped her lips around his cock, savoring every ounce of the erotic taste.

Compass threw back his head with a uncontrollable gasp. The mare’s mouth felt amazing. Her tongue was slightly coarser than a ponies, giving a pronounced texture to every lash of her tongue. She may have lacked technique, but if she was this good now, just imagine her with experience. The thought made Compass let out a small small moan, and a large spurt of precum.

The spurt did not go unnoticed by Zel. She greedily swallowed the mouthful of liquid and immediately raised a hoof to Compass’ balls to coax out more of the potent elixir within. She could almost feel his seed sloshing around as she massaged his fleshy orbs. A small drop of his precious fluid escaped down his shaft, and Zel’s mouth pursued it. Her lips got as far as his medial ring before his girth began to make her gag. She tried to surface for air, but felt a firm hoof on the back of her head holding her in place. She felt his balls tighten, and his hips pushed his cock even further down her throat. And then he came.

A week’s worth of cum flowed out of him, bombarding the back of the Zebra’s throat with a torrent of sperm. The excess leaked through the seal between her lips and his dick. As his orgasm subsided, Compass fell on his back, basking in his blissful afterglow, and unpinned Zel from his softening cock. The mare coughed up a lungful of cum, and began panting for breath.

Despite her minor lack of oxygen, Zel couldn’t stop grinning. She felt absolutely exhilarated! But as she came down from the thrill of the debauchery, she became painfully aware of the burning need in her own nethers. She eyed Compass with the same hungry look as the manticore from earlier.

Author's Note

Fun fact: Zel's tribe is based on a real species of Zebra! They're known for having huge testicles, and mounting their females multiple times!