A new zebra stallion had just moved into Ponyville, he was large, bigger then most ponies in town, somehow managing to eclipse Big Mac in sheer mass.
He was sweet to all ponies as he opened up a store, getting things set up to sell potions, herbs, and various other items. Unlike what most ponies thought of zebras because of Zecora, he spoke in fluid Equish, only rhyming occasionally to confuse or humor ponies. The thing that kept attracting attention to himself was his odd stripes. His white stripes not only trailed down his body like a normal zebra’s, but runes and various designs dotted his coat, only his mane being a normal striped design.
His mane hung down over the left side of his face, kept straight by brushing, and when it wasn’t straight it was curved behind his left ear. He was a handsome stallion, but he seemingly kept himself single, only being friendly with the mares while brushing off any advances.
It had been a solid week since his arrival when he met Ponyville’s other resident zebra. She entered into his store one night just before he closed it, she looked around at his hoof gathered ingredients, potions he brewed in the back, and other various items he put up on the shelf.
“Hello there!” Zatharim greeted in Zebrican, “Is there anything I can do for you?”
“I’m just looking.” Zecora shook her head.
“Let me know what I can do for you.” He said, trotting towards the door, he just flipped the sign to say close and walked back to the counter. “I’ll… let you stay for an additional hour at most past closing.” He commented, glancing over at her small and supple form. He licked his lips slowly, “So, what brings a fellow zebra to my humble shop?”
“I’ve heard plenty of things about you, and I felt it’d leave a fellow zebra blue, so on this whim, I decided to visit him.” Zecora hummed in equish.
Zatharim laughed quietly, “Oh? Well, thank you very much.” He walked back to her side. “What is it that you do?”
“I am what the ponies would call a witch. Before you I scratched their magical itch.” She explained, pulling down a bundle of herbs.
“Oh! I’m so sorry.” He apologized. “I’ve been looking for a place to settle down, and this town seemed like the best.” He bowed his head.
She tilted her head slightly as she looked at him. “I really feel, like it’s no big deal.” She smiled slightly, turning to look at him. She took in his sheer size compared to her and she shivered.
His eyes lit up, “Are you too cold?” He asked, “I can go start a fire… o-”
“I’m fine.” She said calmly, “Now, I’m sure this isn’t it, so show me your other bit.”
He smiled a little, “Ah… yes, right back here.” He motioned her behind the counter. She followed right behind him, her eyes widening slightly as she watched his tail sway from side to side, drawing attention to his massive balls, and the sheath that hung down between them. Most if not all males relied on potions and magic to either shrink their genitals enough to hide them, or completely cloak them from view so they could go about their daily lives without other eyeing their pieces up, but it seemed as if Zath wanted her to look. “So, what can I show you? I’m more then happy to show a fellow brewer my workspace.” He shot her a smile, now wrapping his tail up under his body to cover his junk.
Her face had turned red and she shifted her eyes up to meet his. “J-just wh…”
“Is everything well?” He asked, turning around to meet her eye to eye. “You look sick…” He gently raised a hoof to her forehead, checking her temperature.
She shook her head. “No! No… Fine…” She mumbled, swapping slowly to zebrican. “I’m fine…”
He nodded slowly. “If you say so.” He guided her deeper in.
She walked right beside him, feeling his swaying walk occasionally bump her. “Hey, why don’t we combine our businesses? Most ponies take it a lot better when we rhyme for them and I’m… not too good at it.” He explained, “If we work together, I’d be more then happy to split the profits in half, giving you half for your work.” He offered, giving her a warm smile.
Zecora thought. “With my rhyme, you believe… our work would climb?” She asked.
“With your mysticism, and my haggling skills, I believe we could oust whomever we wanted to.” Zatharim chuckled, “What do you say, beautiful?”
Zecora blushed. “For such a stud, you truly like to nip things in the bud.”
He chuckled, “With your witchcraft, and my shaft, I do confess, we’d make quite a team, though not before I ream, You shall I bless, with a true… mess.” He hummed musically, now giving clear airwave to his intentions. Before she could react he was on her.
He hoof covered her mouth as she was pinned, “Try not to scream, while I let off some steam. Just give in to your lust, for it’s a must, that you I shall rut… right in that cute little butt.” He licked her cheek, staring down into her fearful eyes. “Sorry, I couldn’t keep the act up any longer.” He laughed loudly, “Do try not to run…” He grabbed a bit of cloth and shoved it into her muzzle to gag her. “I will hurt you if you do… and, thankfully, with where you live… nopony will notice your missing… but, hopefully this doesn’t take days.” He stood up, walking to the door they had entered from.
Zecora stood up and spat the bundle of cloth out, though the moment the door shut she felt the tingle of magic, and ancient runes lit up around the room. Silencing wards…
“Wh-what do you want?”
“I want you. Zecora.” He shifted his stance and she saw the hardening cock slap his belly. “As they say, mi amora, I wish to pump you full. Make you mine forever.”
Zecora felt her back legs quiver, her marehood growing wet at the thought of the virile zebra stud laying claim to her body before she even gave in.
Zatharim rushed her, and before she could move she was pinned to the ground. “Now STAY STILL!” He growled, running a hoof over her side as he rubbed his massive bitch-breaker against her flank. He swapped to zebrican to whisper in her ear, “Such a beauty…” He cooed softly.
Her body responded to the masculine scent flooding the room. She fought against her natural urge… he smelled nothing like the pony stallions she’d been trying to sleep with… nor were they ever this aggressive and forward, he was what a stallion should be!
But she wasn’t going to just let him take what he wanted. He’d have to fight for it…
“Let me go!” Zecora growled back, trying to buck the massive stallion off. For a moment as he shifted his weight she thought she’d won.
“I can’t let my prize go~” He cooed, her eyes widening as her marehood’s lips stretched around his flare. It was indescribable, he was stretching her wider then any previous stallion with just his flare! “Not before I make her MINE!” He plunged forward, a hoarse scream ripping through her throat as he breached all the way to her womb in one swift and smooth thrust. He shivered and moaned out in approval at the breeding hole he had found. “YES!” He growled out lustfully, not wanting to let her rest, she’d have plenty of time to adjust to his size. He began to thrust wildly into the zebra slut, causing her to eep, groan, and eventually moan out. She pressed her face into the floor, cringing as his massive cock wretched her walls apart like she was a virgin all over again.
Zatharim however was moaning quite happily, the feeling of a tight hole wrapped around his aching and underused shaft was heaven for him. He definitely wasn’t going to give her up.
“S-s-stop…. P-p-pleaseeeeee…” Zecora begged weakly.
Zatharim shook his head and laughed. “S-stop? Never… I’m enjoying this far too much…” He groaned, his balls throbbing with pent up need. “You’ll enjoy it too, just relax~ Let me be your stallion, your stud, your Master… your Owner.” He whispered into her ear, nipping it playfully as his hips worked like a well-oiled machine, plunging into the hilt only to pull back, it felt like one continious motion for Zecora… and despite her verbal protests, it didn’t hurt… not now, not after he’d readily molded her walls. Her juices made each thrust come harder and faster, his mighty shaft hit all the right parts, making her coo quietly and her entire body quiver.
A devious grin came over Zatharim’s face and he yanked free from her. “That’s enough.” He hummed, stepping back to admire his hoofwork.
Zecora lay panting on the floor, where there was a bit of blood from the initial thrust, now there was a pool of barely tinted liquid under her. Her clit winked at him, her lips flexing, begging him to return. Her tail was now held out of the way by natural instinct, and a thin sheen of sweat covered her body.
Her mind caught up, but it wasn’t the part that wanted it to end. She could only think of one thing… getting it back in her.
“I’m quite sorry, my dear… I got so far ahead of myself.” He feigned an apology.
Zecora shakily stood up, this time instead of just shifting her tail she raised it up. She spread her hind legs out, bracing herself completely on her front hooves.
Zatharim watched his new mate’s clit wink at him, her lips trying to suckle on a cock that just wasn’t there. Her juices leaked down her legs, showing how much she wanted it now. She shook her head. “Please… n-no.” She glanced back at him, though she wasn’t completely broken, she knew her place before a zebra stallion. All mares in this town soon would. His cock gave a throb.
“Say it.” He ordered.
“Please… M-Master...Go harder, go faster… Breed me like a slut… Breed me like a whorse… make my butt ache, make my voice hoarse… Please, rut me, fuck me, buck me!” She begged, her face turning red as she waved her luscious plot for him. Her eyes turned to hearts when he mounted her, taking her into a true breeding position.
“You aren’t in heat.” He commented. “I’ll just have to fuck you nightly to make sure you get pregnant then.” He chuckled quietly, pressing himself back into her slut hole.
Zecora moaned unashamedly as he took up plowing her again. His hips slapped wetly off her flank, his much larger frame easily dominating her. Her tongue fell out of her mouth and her eyes slid shut, she enjoyed his huge fat cock as it claimed her like a stallion should
Her memories of Big Mac trying to romance her, the one night fling with Soarin’ or Mr. Cakes attempts at cheating faded as it was replaced with the only stallion that’d ever be fit to own her. He snorted loudly above her as she came, coating his dick and massive balls in juices. Her walls rippled around his cock, trying to milk him, trying to get him to claim her properly.
Zatharim was more then happy to claim her. His balls throbbed and retracted into his body. He bit down into her neck, gripping her as tightly as he could. He didn’t care if it hurt, he needed to fill her, and she wasn’t getting away from it.
The sane part of Zecora’s mind was long since gone. She had given in to Zatharim after he mounted her, so when his flare sealed her womb off, she screamed out his name. Her walls milked him vigorously. He gave her what she wanted, what her body needed, and his thick and potent seed flooded into her womb, filling it up, and stretching it out. A large bulge, one already made by his cock, began to fill out like a balloon.
Her mind went blank and she collapsed as he filled her like a proper and true mare. She couldn’t grasp why she didn’t want this. It was so far lost, so far gone. No… she wanted this the entire time, she had been lying to herself.
Zatharim pulled her back in, grinding his balls against her clit as he emptied them. Soon she looked as if she’d been pregnant with quadruplets, and his stream of cum began to subside.
He pulled free from her, and quickly grabbed something to plug up the hole, not wanting a single drop to escape.
His cock hadn’t softened, and his balls still felt full. He laughed to himself, he still had two more holes to fill…
Zecora fell onto her side and panted quietly, her hoof going to stroke her engorged stomach. “F-fuuullll…” She moaned out absentmindedly.
Zatharim laid down in front of her, exposing his cum soaked shaft to her. “Lick it clean. Worship me.”
His order filled her mind and she crawled closer, nuzzling against his sack, taking in his scent right from the source. Her tongue slid out over the gracious balls of her owner. “Good girl~” He laid his head down and let his new slut work.
Several hours later:
Zecora had ended up in his bed, Zatharim’s cock reaming her ass wide after several loads had been dumped in her stomach from her mouth. He groaned loudly, enjoying her tight hole trying to shove him out, Zecora was taking all two and a half feet like it was naturally made for her, and she moaned happily as her Master loved her over and over again. “Here it comes!” He roared, not caring if the world heard him ravishing her now, she wouldn’t ever deny that she loved him.
As his still broiling hot cum filled her virgin ass she screamed , her juices splattering out around the plug that was still lodged in her marehood.
As his final orgasm filled her, cum came up her throat and out onto the bed, she couldn’t take anymore and her mind broke completely. Zatharim held her flank down, forcing more of his seed out of her nose and mouth, forever giving her the taste and scent of his thick cum. His final orgasm lasted for several minutes before his cock finally fell limp. His little cum sleeve was barely breathing by the time he was finished. He squeezed her stomach, clearing out her lungs and causing her to take in deep breaths. He nuzzled against her now. “Zecora~” He cooed softly.
Her mind was still coming back, but upon hearing her name she cuddled back against her stallion.
He wrapped his hooves around her, nuzzling into her mane. “I’m going to love you forever.” He whispered, nibbling on her ear, eliciting a moan from his cum-slut.
“T-thank you… m-master~” Zecora cooed back, letting her head fall down to the pillows.
Zatharim grinned widely as he felt her start to fall asleep. He had his first mare… but how many more could he take? He was going to find out… whether or not Ponyville wanted him to.
Author's Note
First time writing Non-con of any capacity. I'm gonna try to get better, but no promises.
Also, this may turn into a series of one-shots depending on how the intial reception is. If you want to vote for the next mare (or mares) to come across Zatharim's bed, you can vote here!
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