I guess it’s time to see what other stuff I can do. Rumble remembered the words fondly as he trotted off to the Everfree Forest. It had been several months since he’d attended the Cutie Mark Day Camp, and his time there, while fantastic, hadn’t helped him obtain his cutie mark. Truthfully he was more passionate than ever about gaining all the experiences that life had to offer; his insatiable drive to grow overriding any desire he had of getting his cutie mark. The way he figured it would happen when and how it was meant to happen.
Rumble was on his way to visit Zecora to see if the zebra would let him apprentice with her for a few days. He’d had some rudimentary potion making classes in school but Zecora was renown for her skills and she knew of concoctions that few, if any, ponies were privy to; coupling that with the fact that he’d never really spent much time with her had him excited. The colt happily trotted through the forest, boldly delving beneath the darkened canopy on his mission. Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle had offered to keep him company but he politely declined; he didn’t mind traveling on his own and the trip wasn’t all that deep into the woods anyways.
It wasn’t long before he crested a small hill and spotted the zebra’s hutt. The large tree, adorned with fetishes and stylized mask, was hard to miss and the trail there hadn’t been hard to follow. As Rumble approached he marveled at the various ornamental potions and flasks strung from the tree’s branches; their mutli-colored contents glimmering in the rays of light penetrating the dense foliage above. Trotting up to the door he knocked his hoof against it, waiting patiently for a few moments before knocking again.
“You there Zecora?” Rumble called out, leaning against the doorway and listening for any signs of activity. Suddenly the door swung open, sending Rumble to stumbling forward, face first, into the firm chest of a much larger equine. Looking up, he met the face of a very confused zebra stallion looking down at him. “You’re not Zecora,” Rumble stated, more than a little confusion in his voice as he started to right himself.
“No, no I’m not,” the zebra replied, smiling warmly down at Rumble. “Here, let me help,” he continued, deftly hefting Rumble to his hooves while chuckling to himself.
“Sorry for being a klutz,” Rumble said, brushing his quaffed mane back with a hoof before extending it out to the stallion, “name’s Rumble.”
“Zibari,” the zebra responded, shaking Rumble’s hoof with his own.
“Is Zecora around?” Rumble asked, angling his head to peek through the doorway and past the hulking stallion.
“Unfortunately no, she’s gone off to retrieve some ingredients from deeper in the forest, though she shouldn’t be gone long,” Zibari answered, stepping aside to allow the colt entry. “Please come in and feel free to wait for her, if you’d like.”
“So are you, like, her brother or something?” Rumble questioned, admiring the zebra’s chiseled physique.
“Oh no, I’m merely her cousin who’s come to visit for a few days,” the zebra responded trotting past Rumble as he went to sit beside nearby a table.
Rumble couldn’t miss the dark pair of plump nuts the zebra was sporting as he walked by; causing the colt to blush slightly at the sight. While seeing a pony’s nethers wasn’t uncommon in the slightest, the zebra’s seemed particularly heavy and well filled, significantly more pronounced than most pony stallion’s.
“And tell me little filly, what brings you to visit my cousin?” the zebra questioned.
“I’m not a filly,” Rumble shot back, confused and slightly irritated by the zebra’s offhoof comment.
“My mistake, I did not mean to offend,” Zibari apologized, raising his forehooves in a placating motion.
“It’s fine, I guess, but why would you assume I was a filly?” Rumble asked as he trotted over to the table. He wasn’t really offended, just curious since nopony had ever mistaken him for a filly before.
“Well it’s mostly your smell, awfully delicate for a colt or, at least, in comparison to zebra colts,” Zibari mused as he scratched his chin. “And your soft features aren’t dissimilar to a female’s but, again, I apologize for the misunderstanding. I haven’t had much interaction with ponies in the past and it was rude for me to make presumptions based on those of my own people.”
“Really? Well if there’s anything I can do to help teach you about pony society just let me know, I’d be more than happy. Shoot, I’d love to learn more about zebras! Zecora is really the only one who comes to town and as busy as she usually is I’d hate to bother her,” Rumble remarked, leaning against the table and beaming up at the stallion.
“Perhaps we could make a game of this, since we have some time to waste. You ask me a question and once I’ve answered it’ll be my turn to ask you one. I’m sure there is much we could learn from each other,” Zibari proposed while leaning closer to the pony.
“I’ll go first,” Rumble said as he looked over at the zebra. “You said you were coming to visit Zecora but where’d you come from?”
“A simple question with a simple answer. My tribe is beyond the Whitetail Woods to the west, we are roughly three dozen strong but lead content lives,” Zibari laconically replied, a proud tone in his voice. “And now you little one, tell me of your village.”
“Well I live in Ponyville not all too far from here. It’s not that big of a town but it can get kind of crazy there sometimes but it’s not a bad place to live,” Rumble replied.
“And only ponies live there?” Zibari inquired.
“We’ve got earth ponies, unicorns, pegasi like myself, a few donkeys, a dragon, and I’d count Zecora too since she lives so close to town,” Rumble prattled on. “Hey!” he blurted, “That was two questions!”
“My mistake, please,” the zebra reclined slightly, “continue.”
“Ok, ummm, are all zebra stallions as big as you?” Rumble quizzed, “My brother is a little smaller than you and he’s pretty big by pony standards.”
“I’m only slightly taller than most, or were you referring to something else?” Zibari chuckled.
“I meant your build too, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a stallion as toned as you are except for Bulk Biceps and he’s a weight lifter,” Rumble remarked, looking over the zebra’s sculpted physique.
“You flatter me little one,” the zebra said with a small smile. “But you never answered my first question.”
“I did so, I told you about Ponyville,” Rumble countered indignantly.
“Ahhhh, but that wasn’t the first question was it,” Zibari continued, leaning forward slightly. “I asked what brought you to visit Zecora.”
“Shoot you’re right!” Rumble gasped, “I came to see she’d teach me about potion making.”
“You seek to become a shaman?” the zebra murmured, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh no, I mean maybe?” Rumble fumbled with his words, “I just want to try all sorts of different stuff and find out what kind of things I enjoy.”
“A worthy quest,” Zibari noted, standing and slowly trotting to the counter. “Would you like refreshment?”
Rumble found himself fixing on the large male; the way Zibari’s muscles rippled beneath his striped coat, his gate, graceful yet confidant despite the strength he clearly held. Even though Rumble was young he wasn’t naive; he’d stumbled across naughty magazines which Thunderlane had left out and even seen one that Pipsqueak had smuggled into school before. Curiously, he’d always found himself drawn to the stallions in the pictures; something about their broad and powerful builds stirred something deep within him. Sure, mares looked fine but stallions, especially large and athletic ones, always sent his heart aflutter.
“Little one, I said would you like something to drink,” Zibari repeated, looking back at the colt and noticing the blissfully distracted expression on his face.
“O...oh, sure,” Rumble stammered, his gaze shifting to the zebra’s face.
“I can’t help but notice you seem particularly interested in me little one,” Zibari commented, returning to the table with two glasses of juice. “Since I transgressed earlier by mistaking you for a filly, and again by asking two questions and interrupting our game, you may inspect me in any way you wish,” he continued, setting the classes down and trotting over to tower above the colt. “Do with me as you please.”
“W...wait, wha?” Rumble muttered, looking up at the stallion.
“It is as I say, and you seem more than a little inquisitive of zebras like myself,” the zebra said with a warm smile. “Besides, did you not say you wanted to learn of and experience all manner of things?” he chuckled.
“Um...ok then,” Rumble gulped, his mind racing as the mighty male practically invited him to do as he pleased. Slowly getting to his hooves he stood, his head only barely reaching the zebra’s shoulder. He began to circle the zebra, noting how his stripes circled what looked like a barbed star on his flank; the design and positioning oddly similar to a cutie mark yet different. As Rumble approached Zibari’s flank he detected a baffling aroma, a heady and masculine musk that, while strong, wasn’t overpowering. Nearly instinctively, the colt’s trajectory shifted as he learned closer to the source; all the while the zebra watched with a look of amusement.
“Do pony stallions not have a potent scent?” Zibari asked, continuing to watch the colt creep closer to his underside.
“I...no. Do all zebras smell this good?” Rumble mumbled, spying the zebra’s stallionhood slowly descending from its sheath.
“It’s perfectly natural for us, although I must ask,” Zibari pressed, leaning around and giving Rumble’s backside a sniff, “do all ponies smell as good as you do?”
Rumble looked around in confusion and arousal, torn between the long, black, and exquisitely attractive member before him and the zebra who’d just smelled his rump. He didn’t know how to answer and, frankly, was flattered by the question; his own stallionhood beginning to slip free beneath him.
“Perhaps there is a way that both of our curiosity's can be sated. Follow me,” Zibari stated as he plodded off to a heap of pillows in one corner of the hut which served as a couch. Turning to the side, he eased himself down before rolling to his back. “Now little one,” he cooed, splaying his hind legs and allowing his cock and plump testicles to flop in the colt’s direction, “come and explore to your heart’s content.”
Rumble took one step, and then another, as he drew closer to the zebra; inexorably drawn to the breathtakingly gorgeous stallion and the prize which lay between his legs. As he drew closer the stallion’s musk filled his nostrils, causing his pulse to quicken and mouth to water. Once Rumble was only a few inches away he paused, looking up at Zibari for approval, or perhaps encouragement, before proceeding. By Celestia he wanted it and he swore he could feel the warmth radiating off of the zebra’s ebony rod.
“The mares and stallions of my tribe tell me that I taste even better than I smell but, by all means, judge for yourself,” Zibari said smugly, his member twitching in anticipation.
Leaning in, Rumble pressed his snout to the tip of the zebra’s stallionhood; closing his eyes and experimentally licking the dark flesh and letting its flavor wash over his palate. Inhaling deeply, the colt was stricken with salty and earthy notes as his tongue glided over Zibari’s velvety hard cock. As Rumble worked his way down the zebra’s shaft, the pungent yet intoxicatingly masculine aroma grew stronger and stronger, the raw unrefined scent of a powerful male spurning him forward until his muzzle was practically buried in Zibari’s sheath.
“Now,” Zibari began, reaching down and placing a hoof on Rumble’s chin, “it wouldn’t quite be fair if I were the only one receiving service would it?” Removing his hoof from the colt’s face, he patted his chest, “Come, climb atop me if you with to continue your ministrations.”
All Rumble could to was nod as he stepped to the zebra’s side. Carefully the colt clambered atop the zebra, his plush rump bobbing just before Zibari’s face, as he found himself confronted with the zebra’s now fully erect cock. Snaking a foreleg forward, he pawed at its base as he attempted to angle it back and towards himself; eager to experience more of the zebra’s exotic flavor. The last thing the colt had expected was an encounter with a beautiful and accommodating stud like Zibari and he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass him by. His mind raced, and his heart thundered in his chest, as hormones and lust swept through him, goading him to continue. After struggling for a moment Rumble was finally able to get the zebra’s prodigious member lined up with his mouth before hungrily slipping it’s broad head between his lips.
“Though unskilled unf you have much potential little one,” Zibari noted, eying the colt’s succulent posterior and the pucker nestled therein, “now let me return the favor.” The zebra pressed his muzzle to the colt’s rear and ran his tongue between Rumble’s cheeks, paying attention to knead his taught entrance in the process.
Rumble hummed blissfully around Zibari’s rod as the zebra began probing his tailhole with his tongue. Even though he couldn’t fit much of the large male’s dong into his mouth it steadily began drooling precum, coating the colts taste buds as he early suckled at the savory nectar. He could feel a warmth in his abdomen as Zibari’s tongue delved deeper into his ass, almost as if a kindled flame had ignited within him. Steadily Rumble pressed his hips back, yearning for more of the delectable stimulation that the larger male so generously applying.
“It would seem,” Zibari began, pausing briefly from toying with the colt, “that you are thoroughly enjoying yourself. I am somewhat surprised you haven’t asked that I reciprocate your actions though.”
The notion made Rumble stop, all this time his stallionhood had gone woefully without attention and yet he was more than satisfied to continue. Freeing the Zebra’s member from his mouth he looked back, “I...it just feels really good so I really don’t mind.”
“There are those who prefer to be receptive of larger or more dominant males. Your body is lithe and well formed, your scent sweet and alluring, you’d be quite successful if you were so inclined to follow this path I should think,” Zibari commented with a snicker.
“I don’t know,” Rumble murmured. It’s true he was enjoying himself immensely, although the thought of being used or viewed as a female was a bit overwhelming.
“Just think,” Zibari continued, “seducing and controlling stallions and mares alike. Applying your wiles in or out of the bedroom; such is the command such individuals have over others and it’s an ability I would gladly teach you.”
“Really?” Rumble responded, the notion of gaining such skill wasn’t without appeal.
“But of course although you must first prove yourself,” Zibari said, a predatory glint in his eye. “If you can make me cum first I shall take you on as an apprentice although should you lose you must train until you are able to best me.”
Rumble bit his lip, while he wouldn’t mind taking the zebra up on his offer he couldn’t see any possible way of besting the older and obviously more experienced male.
“Tell you what,” Zibari said, gingerly shifting Rumble off of himself and getting to his hooves, “I’ll give you a handicap.” He was fully aware that the colt didn’t stand a chance so, being the good sport that he was, he decided to assist the lad with the challenge. Trotting over to a cabinet of potions and elixirs, he fetched a small flask of viscous silvery liquid. “This,” he remarked, holding the vial aloft, “will act as a numbing agent and allow you to be a bit more accommodating.” Returning to the heap of pillows Zibari rolled back onto his back, unstopping the bottle and dousing his towering shaft with it’s contents. “Now little one,” he whispered, slowly stroking his cock, “your challenge awaits.”
Carefully, Rumble mounted the zebra’s broad torso; positioning his hind end facing the broad and glistening tip of Zibari’s prick. Rocking himself backward he felt it glide between his cheeks, the slick potion smearing across his supple flesh and teasing his pucker. He wanted it, to feel the zebra’s warmth and power filling him.
“Now,” Zibari cooed, positioning the head of his cock to Rumble’s entrance, “take a deep breath and relax.” Gradually the zebra applied force, simultaneously pressing his hips upward while pushing the colt downward. With a resounding pop, the blunt tip of his shaft penetrated Rumble; causing the colt’s eyes to go wide with shock. “Ssssssssh,” Zibari whispered, “relax.” With glacial speed, he ground more and more of himself into the colt; watching as Rumble’s body shuddered and his chest heaved.
Rumble wasn’t sure if it was the potion, or the magnitude of the experience, but he could swear he felt every vein and ridge of the zebra’s cock as it crept deeper into his colon. He felt so blissfully full, almost as if the sensation of being stuffed had filled some part of him which he hadn’t known was missing. It hurt a little but, thanks to the elixir and Zibari’s oral preparations, his pleasure far surpassed the pain. Gradually he started bucking his hips, impaling himself even further atop the zebra.
“Your ambition lends more weight to my suspicion that you would excel at matters of seduction and pleasures of the flesh,” Zibari groaned, feeling the colt’s tight confines wrapping around him. He began to patiently buck his hips upward, leisurely driving his shaft in and out of Rumble; plunging deeper with each thrust. “Mmmmmm,” he hummed, “you feel simply divine.”
Rumble couldn’t reply, his mind steadily being overtaken by pleasure and the zebra’s silken words as he wantonly fucked himself atop the muscular stallion. Placing his forehooves on the zebra’s chest Rumble began rhythmically bouncing his lower half, pistoning himself and causing his generous rump to jiggle with each impact. He closed his eyes, focusing on the new and overwhelming sensations, as he started to pant like an animal in heat. The burning sensation he’d felt in his abdomen burned hotter and hotter, spreading throughout his body as the two picked up speed.
“It looks like someone is getting ahead of himself,” Zibari laughed, observing the colt’s cock begin to flare and throb.
“I...I’m gonna win,” Rumble feebly protested, clenching down on the zebra’s shaft and steeling his resolve.
“Oh you are?” Zibari mused, smiling up at the colt’s strained features. “Well if that’s the case allow me to lend you a hoof and show you how a stallion truly likes to rut.” With a ferocious upward thrust the zebra hilted himself in the colt, his medial ring slamming past Rumble’s abused anus and grinding against his prostate.
Rumble gasped, his eyes fluttering at the sudden intense sensation as the zebra dug his hooves on his ample hips. Without warning the zebra began jackhammering his ass, vicious and short strokes which caused Zibari’s medial ring to pulverize his p-spot with each motion. His eyes glazed over, the mind shattering pleasure and sensory overload proving too much for the colt to bear. His stallionhood spurted jizz onto Zibari’s abdomen and chest, bouncing uselessly as the colt was bred by the hulking zebra.
Zibari was getting close himself, Rumble’s anal contractions and the way he quivered on top of him were especially stimulating. He knew good and well that he’d planted a seed within the colt that day; one that, if properly nourished, would blossom into something phenomenal. With a final thrust he bottomed out in Rumble one last time, feeling his nuts contract and his shaft begin to pulsate as the first waves of cum went surging down its length. Holding Rumble close he opened the floodgates, grunting and biting his neck as he dumped his load into the small pony. He could feel Rumble’s belly distend as it was bloated with cum; the lad’s stallionhood spurting and trickling spunk onto his belly all the while. Zibari drew satisfaction from the fact that he’d given the colt an experience he wouldn’t soon forget. As his orgasm subsided he slumped backward, allowing his cock to withdraw from Rumble’s abused hole as it softened. He could feel the hot and sticky content he’d deposited in the pony’s ass leaking onto his crotch and between his thighs. The two lay together for some time, each wallowing in post coitus euphoria only brought about by an exceptional sexual encounter.
“I lost,” Rumble whimpered, resting his crestfallen face on the zebra’s chest.
“Do not feel bad little one. Your tenacity was remarkable and your resolve even more so; in time I have no doubt you will defeat me. In the meantime let us get cleaned up, lest Zecora find discover us in such a compromising state,” Zibari said with a smile, hefting Rumble to his shaky legs and trotting towards the restroom.
Rumble and Zibari quickly showered off before returning to clean up the mess they’d made on the mound of pillows; fortunately Zecora kept a good number of potent cleaning concoctions in stock that she regularly sold.
“What am I supposed to do now? How am I ever supposed to get good enough to beat you?” Rumble asked, fluffing a pillow before tossing it back on the pile.
“I think you know the answer to that,” Zibari mused. “Simply continue on this path and gain experience over time. When you think you are ready seek my village past the Whitetail Wood to the west and I shall test your mettle. Although, before you go, I have a gift for you,” the zebra said, walking over to a hefty traveling pack leaning against the wall. Fishing inside he retrieved a sizeable facsimile of an equine cock; it wasn’t quite as big as the zebra’s but it was close; he then trotted back over to Zecora’s store of potions and grabbed another vial of the silvery liquid he’d used earlier. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy using these,” he continued, packing the objects in a smaller shoulder bag.
“You just carry something like that around?” Rumble asked.
“Well, many a mare and stallion are left wanting in my absence and a parting gift on my behalf always seems to help,” Zibari responded.
“You know,” Rumble began, looking up at the zebra with a glint in his eye, “I’m going to come and beat you one day.”
The zebra laughed, ruffling the colt’s mane and smiling down at him. “I’m sure you will little one, I’m sure you will. Oh, and lest I forget, I have one final suggestion.”
“What’s that?” Rumble questioned, gathering up the bag and looking back at the zebra.
“As I’d noted earlier I, and a great many other stallions for that matter, have a weakness for one as cute and feminine as yourself so use that to your advantage. Consider, perhaps, accentuating it with something a bit mare-like or enticing and you’re sure to draw the eye of many a male,” Zibari said, patting Rumble on the rump as he headed towards the door. “Now go, explore and grow as only you can sissy.”
Rumble nodded and trotted out, he wasn’t sure what a “sissy” was but coming from a stallion as strong and attractive as Zibari he was sure it was praise of some sort. As he made his way home his ass throbbed a bit but not terribly; he smiled despite himself at the subtle reminder of how astoundingly satisfying the experience had been. He could feel the weight of the toy and potion in his shoulder bag and he was sure they’d be well used in the near future.
Author's Note
Edited with the help of my dude Hidden Secret. If you like zebra stuff you might enjoy some of his work!
