Sharp Poke considered himself, and was considered by many others, a stallion of brilliant restraint. His expression at most times was that of stoicism. It was a must, practically, as a guard to her majesty. This mastery over his emotions meant he kept a cool head at most times. He wasn’t prone to anger, but nor was he prone to showcase his joy – barring his wedding to his wife, Scarlet Slicker, in which he was smiling in all of his photos. A first sight for many eyes. Many of those photos were packed away now, somewhere dark, covered in dust. Anger, on the other hoof, was something he rarely displayed. Yet, for the first time in many years, he wore it on his face. It was a subtle expression. A simple furrow of the brows, a clenched jaw, both directed towards the unlocked door of his Canterlot apartment. Scarlet Slicker occupied her post at her store in the shopping district for the afternoon, so he had a few ample hours at the very least to confront the stallion who was half responsible for the expression on his face.
Saala.
The name was thought with no small amount of venom. The Zebra, an exotic masseuse, and fairly new neighbor of Poke’s neighborhood, was something of an enigma. All the more reason for mares to latch onto him, Poke supposed. Unfortunately, his wife was one of those mares. Saala wasn't particularly muscled, more of a lithe figure. What’s more, it was as if the stallion was trying to stoke the mare’s attentions purposefully. Playing hard to get, putting himself in the presence of husbands and coltfriends. The latter act likely stemmed any advances. No doubt a move to make the Zebra’s disciples stew in their lust, making them more ‘eager’ in their inevitable advances. Sharp hated it. In the few times Sharp Poke had interacted with the striped stallion, he always wore a larger than normal smile that irked him. It was if the Zebra knew what he was doing. Taunting him as his wife bumped into his side. The Zebra always made a gap straight after, but Scarlet always covered it, just so Sharp would have to see it again. Watching his wife forsake loyalty and marriage for lust. It made him seethe.
Despite his fury, which he always managed to quell a little with a sobering breath, he had to practice restraint. No verbal barrage, no violence, no incomprehensible shouting. Just a simple, calmly asked, question: are you sleeping with my wife?
Before he took vigil on his recliner, intently watching the door, waiting. He completely removed everything that reminded him of Scarlet. Pictures, throw cushions, her clothes, that fucking candle from Saala’s massage parlor. He closed the blinds after he put the box in the closet – he’d deal with it later – because he simply didn't want the sun on him. Something so great a reminder of his role and duty in the world would do him no good. It humiliated him. A guardspony, reduced to cuckold. The room took on a light of aptly depressing gray, as the light filtered through the blinds.
There was a rhythm of seven knocks on the door, and Sharp steeled himself. He adjusted in his seat, trying to accentuate his seamlessly imposing posture, inhaling and exhaling through his nostrils. “It’s open!” he barked, voice gruff, as one would expect from a guardspony.
The door clicked, opening. With a confident, self-assured stride, the white-striped stallion trotted in. The Zebra’s mane was styled, coming to halfway just below his neck, and possessing of a distinct set of bangs. He wore a grin, but his brows took on an immediate furrow, eyes squinting. “Hey, Sharp. Bit dark in here, don’t cha think, brother?”
Sharp ignored the stallion’s question, sucking his teeth. “Saala,” he spat, his eyes following the stallion closely as the Zebra closed the door and eyed the blinds. “I need to ask you som- hey, what are you doing?”
The Zebra trailed over to the blinds, glancing back at the stallion as he raised his voice. “I’m just letting in a little light, brother. It might get a little stuffy in here, ya? It’s not good for you.”
Sharp was a little taken aback. The gall… the consideration? It occurred to him that the weight he was trying to exert wasn’t succeeding. He almost scoffed. Why wouldn’t it? It’s very hard for a stallion to appear intimidating after you’ve fucked their wife. There’s no greater act of dominance. He hopped down from his chair, momentarily shielding his eyes as the sunlight flooded in, casted in the Zebra’s silhouette. “I need to ask you something, Saala,” he reiterated, just as the Zebra walked around and past him, looking over the apartment.
“Sure, ask away, brother,” he consented, flashing the stallion a vexingly pleasant and toothy smile.
“Saala, did you sle-“
“Are you redecorating?” the Zebra asked suddenly, obviously taking note of the missing photographs. “I would go for blue and yellow for you, it would best accentuate your eyes and mane, I think.”
“No, I’m not redeco- wait, what about Scarlet?”
“Oh, I had forgotten,” the Zebra shrugged, half-smiling.
He’s been hogging her all week, having her cozy up to him and sparing her every second, and acts like she’s at the back of his mind? The nerve! Sharp had to restrain his hooves. He might have held hated his wife, just for the contents of her diary alone, but for Saala to have potentially laid her and disregard her already? It was gross, and only added fuel to Poke’s hatred. “I need to ask you something!” he barked, this time with emotion in his voice.
For the first time, Saala wore something that wasn’t a smile. It was a frown, and there was genuine confusion in his eyes. “Um, sure. Sorry, brother.”
“First thing, I’m not your brother, okay. Stop saying that,” he spat, almost snarling like a dog. “I’m not your friend, bro, homie, whatever! We’re nothing to each other, okay?”
“Yeah,” there was a small hitch in his voice, a subtle tug downward at the corner of his lip. “Whatever you say.”
The guardspony shifted in place, his mouth opening and closing, as if the words were failing to come from his throat. There was something disarming about the Zebra’s passiveness, and Poke became worried that he had to stoke his own anger. “Right,” he began firmly, “you better be truthful. Honest as AJ, okay?”
“Honest as AJ, broth… Poke,” he finished wearing an uneasy grin, gulping.
Sharp Poke took a breath, recomposing himself, and looking at Saala with his best interrogating stare. “Did you sleep with my wife?”
A moment of silence, lingering, and before Poke could fathom every outcome to the question – had only imagined weeping remorse and violent avoidance – a scoff sounded from the Zebra’s throat, before it elevated into a jolly laugh. “No, no, no, you got me all wrong.”
“Can it!” Poke retorted, pointing an accusatory hoof at the Zebra. “I know you’ve been putting things into her head. I read her diary. The fantasising, the exotica. You’re seducing her! Using her for your own demented means!”
The Zebra rolled his eyes, sighing. “I’ve done not such a thing,” he shook his head, expression serious. “She was as subtle as yellow at a funeral. Always asking for my time in a secluded changing room at her store, always asking for our hooves to travel lower when massaging her front. But you are right, I was using her. She makes the best gowns in town,” he ended, smiling humorously. “I flutter my eyes, maybe some innuendo, and I get half off.”
Sharp Poke began stuttering, each retort failing in his throat. He had to have been lying, surely? “You’ve had your eyes on my wife since you met her!”
Saala sighed, flashing Sharp Poke a grin he had only seen on mares in his youth, prior to meeting Scarlet and at bars, on the faces of dozens of mares he had rejected. The type of grin that was accompanied by a slight erasure of the gap between them, a lowness in their voice that came across more as a purr. Sharp became wide eyed. “Why does everypony assume it’s the wife I have my eyes on.”
“W-what?” Sharp took a step back, dumbfounded, confounded and unable able to fathom what just happened.
“Is it so hard to believe?” Seela asked rhetorically, doing circled around the guardspony, who was simply unable to move. “You’re ripped, choc-full of muscle, you’re like walking, talking, slab of meat. From my homeland, to the far North where ponies shine like crystal, and all of Canterlot, I've never seen a stallion who attracted my eye so.”
Sharp Poke seemed unable to comprehend what he was hearing. He wasn’t even sure what he felt toward Saala anymore. Anger was replaced with something else. Something confusing. “W-why are you saying all this?”
“Because the time is ripe, brother,” he chuckled. “You know of your wife’s planned infidelity. Of her detachment from you. Your marriage can’t be repaired. You know it, she does not. What better way to avenge yourself by ploughing your wife’s crush like a garden?”
The vulgarity of his words was offset by his warm smile, and cheery demeanour. He hated to admit it, but there was a certain… allure, to his proposition… he shook his head, stomping his hoof. “But I’m not… I’m not…”
“A coltcuddler? We never know until we try, brother,” he chuckled. “And why limit yourself. Why not like mare’s holes as well as stallion’s poles, brother?” he ended lowly, coming to stop in front of him, even closer than he was before. “You’ve already considered the possibility, haven’t you? The only barrier is uncertainty.”
Now that the stallion was close, and with his words in mind, he accepted that Saala… smelled, good. Like coconut, and lemons… no, wait. “I’d be a hypocrite!” he shook his head. “I can’t hate my wife for suspecting her cheating on me, and then do the same exact thing.”
“Oh brother,” Saala rolled his eyes, this time, Poke suspecting ‘brother’ was not a term of endearment. “She has already cheated on you, brother, in mind and soul. It is only a matter of time when her body follows suit as well.”
“B-but…” he began, the Zebra’s words ringing true in his ears. She willingly wrote of her impending betrayal in a diary she believed he knew nothing about. He never kept a thing from her, but she was a mess of secrets. The diary was one he knew of for some time, but when many hours of her day were dedicated to spending it with, Saala, his curiosity of what was written in those pages outgrew his thoughtfulness. He supposed he already violated the sancity of their marriage by breaching her privacy, by dismissing her desire to keep secrets. But one thing remained, clutching to his heart. “I… I love her.”
Saala pursed his lips in frown, reaching out. Sharp didn’t move when he felt the Zebra’s hoof press against his cheek, a gesture that would’ve have made him back away in revulsion at any other time. His touch was surprisingly soft, delicate, and he looked into Sharp’s eyes with his own amethysts. “Do you? You’re a stallion of duty, Poke. Diligent at your post, both as guard, and as husband. Do you truly still love her, or do you just feel obligated to? To fulfil the role as loving husband? You’ve given her your heart, and she threw it on the sidewalk.”
The questions hit hard, but despite his shame, Sharp couldn't bring himself to look anywhere else other than Saala’s eyes. He felt kindness in the way the stallion spoke, his touch empathetic, his lustful desires borne of genuine attraction. As that route became more and more appealing to him, a part of him still fought it. “I… I don’t know. When I read what she wrote, remembered how long I’ve felt… lonely, even in our bed. I don’t know what I feel anymore.”
Saala smirked. “I can show the way to your true feelings, brother.”
Sharp swallowed, sighing with a closed mouth. “How…?” he spoke quietly, mouse-like, feeling his body sag with distraught.
“Close your eyes,” Saala instructed, his grin assuring to the guardspony, rather than vexing, as he once thought it.
“…I know what you’re going to do,” Sharp informed, deadpan. “You’re going to kiss me.”
“Nonsense! That’s crazy, isn’t it?” Saala chuckled, his hoof gradually pulling away from Poke’s cheek, smiling still.
Oddly, Sharp felt a smile force its way onto this face. He found humour in the Zebra’s demeanour. “I’ve read enough romance books, Zebra.”
“Well, aren’t you full of surprises. The big, scary, guardspony, likes to curl up with a romance novel in his free time,” Saala tittered, “and you presume to know me, Unicorn. How do you know my intent was to kiss you? Is it because that’s what you truly desire, hmm?”
“W-what, no!” Sharp Poke exclaimed, furrowing his brows. “I-I just read the moment. It’s what you’re going to do.”
“Hmm, I know. Why not keep your eyes open wide, Poke? Just to see what I’ll do?” he offered, smiling.
Sharp snorted. “Alright, fine,” Sharp began, exasperated. “My eyes are wide open. Do your thing… but no funny business.”
“Haha, okay, okay,” Saala’s voice was honeyed, smirking.
Sharp remained still, closely watching the Zebra, as he extended his hoof. He didn’t shy under the Zebra’s gentle touch, remaining as stone. The Zebra, inched his muzzle closer, his purple eyes remaining locked with Sharp’s blues the entire time. He wasn’t going to kiss him was he? Not after the whole adamant display of refusal.
Oh.
Sharp’s eyes widened in shock, as the Zebra lurched forwards; his lips connecting with Sharp’s. The Zebra’s lips were soft, not at all what he expected from another stallion. He kept his eyes open the entire time, watching with furrowed brows, morbidly fascinated. The Zebra soon after, prodded his tongue against Sharp’s teeth. Reluctantly, Poke parted his jaw, and allowed the Zebra’s moist muscle entry. The Zebra’s tongue lightly played with his own, Sharp still somewhat paralyzed to take part. The kiss was like a normal, except the Zebra’s tongue was just as big as his own. The Zebra had his eyes closed, humming his delight, stroking Sharp’s cheek… bastard. The guard, quietly – so quiet, it was jumbled in within a menagerie of other thoughts, which were trying to register what was happening - and to himself, admitted that the experience wasn’t wholly unpleasant. Finally, after half a minute, and with a string of saliva connecting their lips, the Zebra pulled away.
“How was that?” the Zebra asked in a silvery tone, smiling with a cocksure grin.
“You did kiss me!”
“Ah, well, maybe some individuals are more predictable than others, eh?”
“But you said you wouldn’t!”
“Ah, ah, that’s where you’re wrong, brother. I never said I wasn’t,” Saala pointed out, grinning.
He had him there. Sharp clenched his jaw – his version of a pout – and snorted. “Fine. Fine,” he sighed. The kiss was somewhat liberating. If that wasn’t wholly unpleasant, then… what else wouldn't be? “So… what now?”
Saala scrunched his face, smiling awkwardly. “You’re not one to be carried on the moment, are ya?”
Sharp stared at him deadpan. “What do you mean?” he asked, monotone.
Saala rolled his eyes, wearing that same plastered on grin. “Let’s go to the bedroom?”
“O-oh,” there was a catch in the husky stallion’s throat, as he threw his eye over to the hallway.
Silently, passing a look to Saala’s happy expression, Sharp lead the felicitous stallion to his marriage bedroom. The Zebra kept quiet the entire time, whether out of consideration, or a mere restraint upon his giddiness, Sharp didn’t know. Opening the door, Sharp looked into the room with a degree of melancholia. The bed, the window – with a view of something that wasn’t Canterlot, the surrounding greenery and non-civilisation, which he liked to look upon from time to time – and the closet, where her things were hidden away. He heard Saala close the door behind him, and he felt a surge of excitement in his chest. It reminded him of his first time in the bushes outside the academy. He was a late bloomer, twenty-three, the mare who approached him on graduation was about twenty years his senior and swooned over his uniformed self. The memory was sparked within him for it was a first, much alike what was impending with Saala.
“Ok, what’s the next step?” he asked, his voice taut, turning to face Saala.
Saala rolled his eyes. “Come now, Poke. Surely you've bedded mares before? Do you need me to lead you every step of the way, eh?”
“No, it’s just, uh, well…” Sharp spoke softly, feeling timid under Saala’s gaze.
“I’m not a mare?” Saala finished, smirking.
“Yeah,” the guard confirmed, itching the back of his neck. “It’s just… different.”
The Zebra wore a smile, one of understanding, as Sharp understood it. “Well then, I can think of an easy solution for your problem, brother,” he spoke with a tone that inferred Sharp’s obliviousness, passing by the stallion and hopping onto his marriage bed. Sharp watched with an arched brow as the Zebra rolled onto his back – his hind legs crossed in an attempt to appear decent – and leaned against the headboard, grinning. “Pretend that I’m a mare, eh?”
Sharp blinked, tilting his head slightly. “Really?” he began, glancing to the Zebra’s lithe – but unmistakably masculine – form. “How am I supposed to do that?”
“You were a foal once, Poke. Use your imagination. Picture me, Saala, as a mare who is ravenous for you, and in your bed,” Saala instructed, his accent adding a particularly seductive tone to his words.
“Easier said than done,” Sharp began with a grimace, “but okay. One step at a time.”
The guard, pensively, climbed onto the bed, being careful with his steps. The way Saala watched his every movement made him nervous. It’s not like he could pretend he wasn’t there, his stripes made his presence stick out atop the red sheets. He crawled forwards, somewhat clumsily, trying to re-enact the steps in his head. He felt his hoof brush against the Zebra’s haunch, an accident, but he arrived at the conclusion that every touch now would aid in what would come later. Keeping his eyes closed, he experimented, climbing up the Zebra, his hooves timidly exploring the other stallion’s body. His hooves coursed the Zebra’s exotic form, first his barrel, and then his chest. He felt the warmth, the thump, thump of his heart. It was quite different. There was muscle, an absence of softness, yet revulsion remained absent. When he reached his neck, Sharp finally opened his eyes, his expression neutral except for tightened lips.
Saala wore an expression that Sharp had never expected to see on the Zebra’s face. It was something eerily submissive, a tinge pink filling in the white lines on his face. There was something in that expression, that made the guard pony’s heart do a little twirl. “It’s weird. Looking down on you, like this, you do look a little like a mare,” he remarked tonelessly, words underlying with a bite of humour.
The Zebra smirked. “How funny. From down here, you also remind me of a mare, but one who has never been bedded – inexperienced, and unsure what to do with herself,” he quipped sharply, nudging the inside of his thigh with his hind leg. “Now start acting like a stallion!” he taunted.
The quick sting to his pride was enough to elicit a scowl from the guardspony. Anypony else, and it would’ve failed to penetrate him, but the Zebra’s overconfident tone and smug, blushing, grinning face, was enough to provoke him. “You want a stallion, huh? I’ll give you a stallion!” Sharp inflated his bravado, which only prompted the Zebra’s cocky grin to grow in size. Weighing down on the Zebra with his full weight, both of his hooves landed either side the Zebra’s muzzle, and he mashed together their lips with a growl. There was no prodding, he forced his tongue past the Zebra’s teeth and began to wrestle aggressively with the Zebra’s reciprocating muscle. There was aggression mixed in with the passion, as if some remnant of the jealously-born anger remained, forcing its way into the kiss. It didn’t matter to Sharp that he was kissing a stallion, that quibble became more and more insignificant as the seconds passed. He soon felt, either stoked by taboo, the mere experience, or simply because he hadn’t shared such kiss with even his wife in a long time, he felt something he hadn’t felt since the first time he shared his bed intimately with Scarlet Slicker: a genuine, almost primal, lust. After a full minute, Sharp pulled away – the taste of mint in his mouth – breathing greedily for air, only realising then he was holding his breath. “How was that?” he asked, between breaths.
The Zebra was breathless too, smiling. “Well, it’s a start,” he began, before glancing downwards, his smile growing in size. “Look who came out to play,” he purred seductively, smirking.
Sharp didn’t need to look. He could feel his weighty prick, half-erect, hanging beneath him, throbbing to life. “Pleas-“
“I guess it’s true what they say about Unicorns. As thick as an Earth pony, as long as a Pegasus, eh?” Saala commented enthusiastically, lightly biting his bottom lip. “You are of an enviable size, brother.”
Sharp was blanked face, mostly due to the surprise he felt from Saala’s words. Sharp was humble, but he didn’t deny the lofty size of his member. He considered himself fortunate, even if, on occasion, it was somewhat inconvenient. His member was comparable to an oversized can of manespray. Twelve inches long, half as thick as his hoof, his cock was certainly nothing to scoff at. His actual surprise mostly came from Saala’s remark. “You have… sayings, about ponies’ junk?”
“Of course!” Saala arched a brow, looking up at Sharp quizzically. “Why? You ponies have such things to say of us. What is it now, ‘Thick as a hoof, and just as long?’” the Zebra chuckled.
Upon hearing the Zebra’s words, Sharp cringed, bracing. He looked under himself. He spotted his own member, large, thick and grey – well above the average – and below it, a similar black entity clinging to the Zebra’s stomach. Sharp felt a mixture of relief, and confusion, at looking upon it. It was long, thick, just… not to the same extent as his own. About three inches shorter in both length and girth. “That’s… surprising.”
“I’ll have you know I’m way above average in my homeland, brother,” the Zebra spoke with a pout, before breaking out into a grin. “Although, it’s nice to see you aren’t a size king. You can’t even tear your eyes away.”
Sharp continued to stare at the Zebra’s onyx black length for a few seconds before tearing his eyes away with an aghast look. “H-hey, I’ve just never seen another one so close.”
“Ah, perhaps you are more alike a mare than we thought,” the Zebra quipped, “unsure, scared. But the first time you lay your eyes upon a good cock you don’t know what to do with yourself.”
“Do you always talk this much?” Sharp replied, exasperated.
“You’d be surprised,” Saala retorted.
“…Maybe I should reconsider this.”
“No, no, no,” Saala interjected, releasing a few nervous titters. “Please, you’ve been leading until now, eh? How about you let me take a turn?”
Sharp furrowed his brows. “What do you mea- huh?” Before he could finish his sentence, the Zebra began slide downwards between his legs in an almost snake-like sliver. Sharp immediately looked under himself, going wide eyed upon seeing – and feeling – the Zebra’s breaths on the girthy crown of his cock. “You’re going to-“
“This moment has been in every pleasant dream of mine for the past month,” Saala informed with giddily, looking up at the Unicorn’s upside down face; licking his lower lip before biting it.“I love when dreams come true.”
“Uh…” the enthusiasm left him a little speechless, leaving him in something of a stupor, his trepidation momentarily forgotten. So instead, he just watched, as the Zebra eyed his cock hungrily; his eyes following the little bobs his cock did in reaction to his hot breaths; almost yearning for the Zebra’s soft lips.
It had been so long, Sharp almost buckled, when the Zebra planted a tender kiss upon the head of his shaft. The act rewarded the Zebra a bead of pre, which prompted his next almost buckling act: a long, slow, wet, lick across the entire head. “How long has your wife neglected such a monster,” the Zebra purred between licks, suckling at the urethra, swallowing down pre before leaving it with a pop of his lips. “How could she resist such a tasty beast?”
“You like it that much?” Sharp asked lowly, trying to savour the feelings on his dick.
“It is worthy of reverence. I would never let it – or its owner – slip though my hooves,” Saala revealed, continuing to plant his kisses to supplement his broad licks. “Scarlet has committed a grave mistake.”
Sharp grimaced, the image of his wife flashing in his head. “Please don’t mention her name. Not while we’re doing this.”
He felt the Zebra’s hooves lightly pump up and down his cock, the milking motion effective at bringing out more of Sharp’s pre, the musky scent of Sharp’s stallionhood becoming the most prominent smell in the room. “On the contrary brother, think of her,” Saala instructed, “think of what she wanted to do with me. How she pictured me the superior stallion. And just think of now, how you’ve got that stallion beneath you, sucking your cock. Worshipping you, like she should’ve done,” the Zebra’s voice was accompanied by licks, each one making Saala’s instructions all the more appealing. “You don’t ever need think of a mare who stopped appreciating you again, Poke. Just of the stallion who will…” the Zebra finished his sentence by wrapping his lips around the guard’s throbbing lovestick, releasing a ravenous moan, which sent pleasant vibrations up the shaft.
Saala’s words further aroused Sharp, his stick twitching in the Zebra’s mouth. The stallion heeded the Zebra’s words, for the first time ever thinking, and acting, with spite towards his wife. He lowered his fore hooves whilst keeping his hinds raised, angling his cock for easier consumption. The Zebra’s noisy slurps, as he gobbled down inch after inch of his turgid meat, made his hind legs quiver. The way his tongue circled it, covering it in spit, and croaked out a moan every few inches swallowed, put Sharp in a kind of heaven he had never experienced until now.
He felt the Zebra’s hooves suddenly on his haunches, just slightly above his cutie mark. Saala’s hooves gently pulled, a move Sharp interpreted as something beckoning. He lightly pushed his hips forward – an experimental thrust – which was immediately followed by an approving moan from Saala’s gullet. With a twitch at the corner of his lip, Sharp – as gently as could – thrust a few inches of his hefty cock into the Zebra’s awaiting mouth before pulling back just as quick to not overburden the Zebra’s strained jaw. Sharp tried to keep his thrusting gentle, however the Zebra’s slurping – and his already heightened levels of bliss – made restraint very difficult. His thrusts gradually went deeper, an inch at a time, and more and more of his rigid meat remained with the moist confines of Saala’s mouth. Celestia, it was good. Pleasure acted like a slow magnet, drawing more and more of his shaft into the Zebra’s maw; which sucked him in like a vacuum. Despite this, he was slow, resisting the urge to lurch his whole stallionhood down the Zebra’s throat. But before long, he felt the Zebra’s breath on the hilt of his cock, as his balls brushed against the striped stallion’s chin.
He heard the Zebra inhale deeply, his body quivering around the cock in his throat. With widened eyes, Sharp lurched his hips back – the head of his cock scraping pleasurably up the Zebra’s throat in its exit – pulling free of the Zebra’s maw. “Uh, sorry.”
“Why’d you stop?” Saala asked beneath him, the heat of the Zebra’s breaths glancing off the crown of Sharp’s member. “You never fucked a throat before?”
“Uh…” Sharp replied, taken back by the obscene name of the act.
“Use my throat, Poke. I promise. I won’t bite…” Saala purred, kissing the tip of Sharp’s blunt spear.
With a sceptical look upon his face, Sharp poked and prodded against the Zebra’s lips – smearing them with pre – before the striped stallion parted them; allowing the guard to lance his lovestick down his awaiting throat. He heard the Zebra choke, but the approving moan straight after encouraged the guard. The Zebra’s tongue continued to slobber around his cock, even as he pulled out to the tip, before forcing himself back into right to the medial ring – the Zebra’s lips pressing into the plump pleasurable ring, accentuating Sharp’s bliss. Like fucking a virgin, Sharp was slow and delicate. Well, as slow as one could when hilt deep in something so irresistibly fuckable. Although, he wouldn’t tell Saala that. The way it constricted around him, trying to resist its unnatural stretching. The way it vibrated with his breaths, making him shiver with bliss. The way it sucked him in when he tried to retreat, the wide crown of his cockhead scraping down the walls. All culminated in one of the best experiences of his life.
As the pleasure mounted, gradually his thrusts quickened in pace, his cock spearing deeper in Saala’s throat until his apple-sized balls smacked into his jaw. His restraint dissolved, his forehooves wrapping around the sheets as he began to fall to his more primal, instinctual desires. He fucked the Zebra’s mouth like it was his own personal fleshlight. The wet sounds of flinging spittle, and choking, may have spurred the guard on – despite the frantic tapping against his ribs. He felt close, wonderfully close, which encouraged him. He refused to deny himself, like he always did. And to Saala’s advice, he did think of Scarlet, and how he was now skullfucking into submission the stallion she wanted to bed. Every sensation culminated into something truly special. A wet, vicelike hole, just for him to spear mercilessly. He rammed the poor Zebra’s throat, over and over, his member twitching and pulsating copious amounts of sticky pre-cum into the Zebra’s stomach; his massive virile semen tanks roiling with spunk, begging for release.
“Hnng~” With a last two quivering thrusts, Sharp pushed himself over the threshold. He buried himself to the hilt – bulging out the Zebra’s cheeks and straining his taxed jaw - his penis pulsated as generous blasts of cum fired like shots from a cannon down the Zebra’s gullet. He felt months of pent up stress, and unsatisfied need, flow down the Zebra’s throat in several thick ropes. Satisfied, and with passive grunt, Sharp pulled his softening cock free from the Zebra’s throat with a grimace.
“Sorry about that. I don’t usually get carried away like that,” Sharp spoke with some lamentation, his cheek pulled back into a half-sided smile of awkwardness, falling onto his side with a pant. His cum and spit smeared rod layout on the sheets, the large organ in line with the striped stallion’s face.
Saala gulped, swallowing down excess spunk. Sharp felt a sliver of disgust at the sight, but whilst his face grimace, his cock twitched. Saala coughed into his hoof whilst his other massaging his abused throat. “You came so much. I’ll probably still taste you on my tongue tomorrow. You ride your wife’s face that hard?”
“Uh…” the last time Scarlet had touched his cock with her lips was two months prior to their marriage, on Sharp’s birthday. “No.”
Saala scoffed. “As I expected, you poor thing. She really has been neglecting you…” he cooed, glancing to his side, Sharp’s proud penis splayed out next to his face. “And lucky for you, we’re not finished, Poke,” he informed, planting a little kiss on the side of Sharp’s member.
Sharp’s eyes widened for a second, looking down at Saala incredulously. “Really?”
“Yes~” Saala affirmed, looking back at Sharp with lustful eyes. “You don’t want to leave me unsatisfied do you?”
The words left the striped stallion’s throat in a purr, and reflexively Sharp glanced further down the Zebra’s light frame. Sharp, reluctantly, looked at Saala’s erect penis. The flat blunt cockhead was on the Zebra’s stomach, drooling pre-cum. The sticky substance had matted into his fur, and his turgid black meat throbbed with a visible need. Sharp pursed his lips, afraid of what Saala was going to ask him to do. “Y-you want me to…”
Saala arched a brow, glancing down to his twitching girth, before looking back at Sharp with a grin. “Oh, I desire release, Poke. But to have a mouth as inexperienced as yours would simply sour the occasion. No, no, I desire something more much fulfilling,” he ended hoarsely, biting his lip. Sharp felt a modicum of relief, but the Zebra’s shift to a pout alarmed him slightly.
“What?” Sharp asked, internally surprised at the measure of concern in his voice.
“I’m going to sex you, Poke,” Saala stated, his voice laced with humour, but a slight redness tinged his face. “But I have a… request.”
Sharp blinked. A part of him pondered what the Zebra’s request would be, the other was still trying to deal with the fact he might end up sticking his ding-dang up another stallion’s hoo-ha, which even despite all that has happened thus far, was still something he felt unease over. Would it be clean? Safe? Would it feel good – or worryingly – better than regular intercourse. Whilst he devoted a bunch of his thinking space on the matter, he looked to Saala with a tiny smile. “We’ve already gone this far, Saala. I’ll…I’ll try to accommodate.”
Saala hummed, half-smiling. “Good, it’ll come later,” he began, starting to idly stroke a hoof up and down Sharp’s member, gradually stroking it back to hardness; a moan elicited from Sharp’s throat. “But first,” Saala began with a smile, “lube. Despite what you may read, spittle and cum alone is… insufficient.”
“Huh… oh, right!” Sharp scanned the room eagerly, before landing his eyes on his wife’s side of the bed. “Look in the nightstand, there might be something in there we could use.”
Saala arched his brow before reaching back, opening the draw and sending his hoof to peruse within. Sharp waited, simply enjoying the feeling of Saala’s other hoof idly brushing up and down his cock. “Ah-hah!” the Zerba suddenly exclaimed, “I think I may have found something.” The Zebra pulled out a transparent plastic bottle, filled with a thick white substance. Saala held it close to his face, squinting his eyes. “’All natural coconut face moisturiser,’” he read, smiling awkwardly. “This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
“Will it, you know… do the job?” Sharp inquired.
Saala stared back at Sharp’s passive expression with a neutral look, before shrugging with his smirk. “Eh, why not. What’s the harm? It’s coconut!” The enthusiasm forced a tug at Sharp’s lip. He watched the Zebra unscrew the cap. A part of him worried about making a mess, but one cursory glance to the sheets - which were darkened and sticky in spots with what was clearly pre-cum - made that particular worry fade. After opening the bottle, Saala poured the thick viscous cream over the tip of Sharp’s member, smearing the cold goo over the broad cock-crown. “There we go. Nice and slippery, eh?”
“And cold,” Sharp gripped.
“Oh, hush now. In just a few moments you’ll forget all about that,” Saala assured. “But now, we move onto the final step, Poke. Are you ready?”
“Yeah, I think so,” Sharp answered, watching as the Zebra rolled away from him, assuming a position with his hind legs splayed, his rigid black cock throbbing on his belly.
“Remember how you kissed me before?”
The memory was fresh, so of course he did... didn’t stop his cheeks burning slightly. “Yep.”
“Do it again,” Saala requested, his purple eyes following Sharp as he climbed over him, grinning. Sharp was prepared to carrying out his request, with much less trepidation as before. However, as Sharp lowered his muzzle, Saala pressed a hoof against his puckered lips – the faint trace of a coconut taste lingering on his hoof – looking at him coyly. A crease formed between Sharp’s brows, and when the Zebra removed his hoof, his eyes widened in surprise as Saala’s lips connected with his. Sharp’s eyes were open, just like Saala’s, and the two gazed into each other’s oculars as they wrestled tongues. To Sharp, this was the most intimate yet. Not as spontaneous as the first, not as passionate as the second, but infinitely more impactful than either. Although, if he had one complaint, it was the taste of his own seed on Saala’s tongue. He felt his heart thump against is ribcage, and his cock do a happy little throb. Not too long after, Saala parted from the kiss, smiling dumbly at Sharp’s blushing expression. “Now, Poke, stick your fat pony cock in my ass.”
Sharp blinked, silent, but nodded his understanding like a barely coherent foal. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew where to stick it, but he didn’t dare to look away to check. Instead, gawkily, he prodded and poked with his pecker. He made an unsteady thrust which sent his stick gliding up the Zebra’s, eliciting a nice moan from Saala’s throat as they bumped medial rings. Sharp gritted his teeth as his mistake, supressing his moan and instead went to try again. He hit his taint, and simply aimed lower, finally making contact with the Zebra’s puffy ass-ring. “Finally,” he mouthed, applying light pressure to the ring.
Saala held his breath, Sharp applying just enough force to make entry into the Zebra’s cock warmer. “Ah~” he sighed somewhat femininely. “It’s actually inside me.”
Sharp didn’t say, but he concurred with Saala’s observation. Saala’s hole clenched wonderfully around his cock. It squeezed around him, trying to force the intruder out but only encouraged him to bury more of inches in. He felt his crown slide under a prominent bump in the stallion, which elicited a louder than normal moan from the Zebra. This left Sharp a little confused – little, due to the preoccupation that currently enveloped his cock – but he couldn’t help but draw similarities. Did Saala have a G-spot? Did stallions have those too? No wonder some colt cuddlers took the role of having their plots pounded. Sharp initially believed they got off on the sheer thought of it. Epiphany aside, Sharp was enjoying his role immensely. Much like sliding down the Zebra’s throat, Sharp was slow, simply savoring the feeling of the snug warmth that squeezed around his appendage. It wasn't as wet as a pussy, but the tight softness – and similar heat - alone made up for it.
“Mmmph~ I-I feel like I’m going to break,” Saala’s voice was low, but he marked the end of his sentence with a delightful coo. The out-loud remark spurred Sharp on, and with only a quarter of his cock unburied, he shoved the rest in with a forceful thrust; smacking against the Zebra’s ass with a grunt. “Aaahnn~” Saala squealed, squirming under the larger alabaster guard; his cock throbbing, sandwiched between both stallion’s stomachs. Since they were barrel to barrel, Sharp noticed the Zebra’s length twitching in sync with his heartbeat, which, oddly, he found himself liking.
“I’m all in,” Sharp informed, hooves forcing apart the Zebra’s thighs, which attempted to clamp around him.
“Mmm~ Then what are you waiting for? Fuck my brains out already!” Saala emphasises the command by delivering a swift smack to Sharp’s rump, drawing out a surprised gasp from the larger stallion. With a growl, Sharp withdrew a few inches of his turgid cock, unsheathing it from Saala’s cock-scabbard before slamming it back in roughly. He repeated the motion to form a rhythm. Three hardy solid pierces into Saala’s depths, before a slow retreat to recuperate. Just like training. “Harder! Faster you stud! Fuck me like you mean it!” Saala encouraged, his fore hooves wrapping around Sharp’s haunches.
Sharp was surprised that the Zebra didn’t seem satisfied, but he couldn’t complain. He wanted to go faster too. The guard began to swing his hips against the Zebra’s rump, his full balls smacking against Saala’s plot on every lancing thrust. Whilst his lower half took to the motions, he set his front half on another mission. Sharp’s hooves left the Zebra’s hind legs to have them wrap around the striped stallion’s body, enabling him better grip. Saala seized the opportunity to clamp his hind legs around the stocky guard’s croups; forcing Sharp’s cock back inside him whenever it left even an inch. Despite this though, Sharp managed to make the bed rock with the few inches he was able to slam in, each time his cock re-stuffed the Zebra they both released loud moans; shivering in delight.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop~” Saala cried, releasing a moan each time Sharp’s stick slid over his prostate.
“I’m not?” Sharp replied, continuing to thrust.
“Rut me like a mare in heat!” Saala continued, tightening his grasp around the guard’s back.
“Do you usually talk this much during sex?” Sharp asked, continuing to fuck the Zebra’s tight cock-holster.
“No… normally, I’m much more talkative,” Saala quipped with a smirk, breathing heavily. “But until a few moments ago, my mouth was stuffed.”
“I should rectify that then,” Sharp replied, trying his best to sound suave despite his low panting.
“Please do,” Saala grinned, meeting Sharp’s lips halfway, locking mouths and slurping on each other’s tongues. Adding the sounds of wet kissing to the loud smacks of rapid thrusting.
Sharp felt lost at that moment. Nothing existential, more so the feeling of everything else disappearing, leaving him smack bang in the middle of an unrecognisable plateau. Still fucking Saala, of course. It was a newfound experience, where thoughts were no more, just his senses. He felt hot and sticky with sweat. He felt pleasure from the mere contact of the Zebra against his coat. And the lewd noises were organised into his mind alongside the greatest songs he had the pleasure of listening to. And it may have been the trick of the moment, but he swore he could hear the faint sloshing of his own balls. Since thoughts had left him, his actions were on auto. His hips and tongue rolled, almost in sync with one another. His cock continued to plunge deep into the Zebra, his medial ring passing over the Zebra’s special spot, whilst his positively massive girth stretched the Zebra’s poor hole to the outer limits of its capacity. Regardless of how much he had worn the Zebra’s hole out, it still clenched around his length the best it could; squeezing, milking, both on exit and entry.
Not too long after they began and Sharp felt the Zebra seize up, his chest pushing against his own as he felt the Zebra’s member push against his stomach. He felt a new warmth against his belly, hot and sticky. Sharp felt the Zebra attempt to break the kiss with a whimper – the guard hypothesised to utter apology – but Sharp refused to allow the striped stallion to separate from his lips, pushing against the Zebra’s pull, keeping their lips connected and their tongues sparring. Sharp felt considerably under the influence of lust that his next move was only met with miniscule fight-back. He unwrapped a single hoof from the Zebra and sent it between them. It was the first time he touched a cock beside his own, wrapping his fetlocks around the Zebra’s length – an act not too dissimilar from doing it to his own, the only difference being the angle – and gave the sensitive member a few experimental pumps, drawing out yet another whimper from the Zebra as he was double stimulated.
Sharp was so lost in the pleasantry of it all, he only realised how close he was to cumming when he felt a growing tightness in his groin. He somehow found the energy to speed up his thrusting – a near orgasm injection of fuel - striking Saala’s deepest depths. His pole pulsated, swelling in size as his moans grew louder with Saala’s. His body shook as he delivered the final few slams, his hips pushing hard against Saala, his body fulfilling an instinctual need to impregnate; depositing his seed as deep as possible within the confines of Saala’s ass. Similarly he felt the Zebra give a few quivering gyrations in Sharp’s hoof, and again Sharp felt the familiar spurts against his coat as more of the Zebra’s seed plastered both of them – the Zebra’s cock firing off between their bodies.
His balls thoroughly drained of cum, Sharp felt exhaustion sweep over him, but he continued to fight with the Zebra’s tongue as they rode the last vestiges of their shared orgasms. Sharp continued to swap spit with Saala, even as the seconds turned into minutes. After about five, he finally parted from the Zebra, breathing heavily as he rolled on his side – uncaring of the mess on his stomach – and simply laid there for a few moments, before rolling onto his back, staring at the ceiling passively.
Suddenly, he felt Saala’s hoof come across his stomach as he laid his head on Sharp’s chest, his cheek pressing against the guard. “What are you--?”
“This is my request. I always enjoy a cuddle,” Saala informed, sighing happily. “Let’s stay like this for a while, eh?”
Pouting – genuinely, with a slightly raised chin and reddened cheeks – Sharp complied, softly and reluctantly wrapping a hoof around the Zebra, who then in response tightened his grip and pushed himself closer against the stallion. Sharp felt warm. Sharp relished the feeling for a few moments, admittedly enjoying the closeness of it all, before scrunching up his expression. “We can’t stay like this forever.”
“Isn’t that a shame,” Saala replied humorously, but quietly, looking up at Sharp with a small smile. “But we can keep like this for the time being, can’t we?”
Sharp felt a tug at the corner of his lip at the Zebra’s expression. “Yeah.”
Saala’s smile grew a little, before arching a brow. “So what did you think of your first time with a stallion?”
“U-uh- I- Um…” Sharp didn’t know how to answer, the question leaving him flustered.
“What?” Saala asked coyly, wearing his familiar grin. “Your wife never made you feel that good, eh?”
Sharp didn’t answer, simply looking away with red cheeks. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been this tight lipped and beet-faced. “I… I liked it.”
Saala smiled “That’s high praise from you, isn’t it? I’ll take it,” he said graciously, before laying his head back on the stallion’s chest again, getting cozy again against Sharp.
As Saala lay there, a question entered Sharp’s head, and he realised it was something he wanted to ask ever since the Zebra propositioned him. “Hey. Saala,” he verbally prodded, getting the Zebra’s attention.
“Yes?”
The question came halfway up his throat, and it remained there, his mouth half-open trying to push it out like an unwanted guest. “Why… why don’t you tell everypony you’re a coltcuddler?”
Saala released a small laugh, unmoving from his spot on Sharp’s chest. “I have embraced the image of an exotic outsider, Poke. Sensual and talented in all things carnal. I get attention, gifts, clientele from all the mares that wish to expand their sexual palates. All because ponies choose to believe what they want to believe,” Saala explained.
A crease formed between Sharp’s brows. “But on the other hoof, you’re hated by stallions. You know, the stallions who you’ve actually got your eyes on.”
“Then what stallion would ever give me their attention? If you knew I was gay, brother, you would not have spared a second of your thoughts on me,” Saala continued, still unwavering in his cuddling. “I would rather be regarded with envy, jealously and hatred, than not be regarded at all.”
“I’ve never really cared about how anypony thought of me,” he replied, staring passively at the ceiling.
Saala chuckled. “You have given me a second thing to envy, Poke. You’re content with yourself.”
Sharp furrowed his brows, but didn’t say anything else. He simply gave the Zebra a squeeze and kept his sights above, simply enjoying the warmth of the Zebra against his body…
Half of an hour passed before the two stallions left the bed. Sharp suggested a shower to rid their bodies of stains and other juices. They shared the shower, both to save time, and because Saala still couldn’t keep his hooves off Sharp. Ironically, showering with another stallion wasn’t new to Sharp, unlike many of the things that occurred in the past few hours with Saala. After cleaning up, drying each other, and leading the Zebra to the door, Saala turned to face the guard after being lead out the door. Saala embraced him, which even to Sharp’s own surprise, he reciprocated with a strained smile. Saala left behind his assurance, and departed upon a grin and kiss, leaving Sharp considerably less angry and tense than he was before the striped stallion’s arrival.
Much like before, Sharp sat, and waited. He left the blinds open, just as Saala left them. The light did little to raise his spirits, but simply knowing there was a place he could go to escape her made him considerably more relaxed. No doubt she would make herself out to be the victim. He smiled humorously at that. Why? He didn’t know. He thought on this for a long time. He came to the idea his smile was that of irony. Maybe there was a case for her self-ascribed victim-hood. He did, after all – even if prompted by her planned infidelity - cheat on her. Even if he was separated from her in soul and heart, they were still legally one under Equestrian law. Husband and wife, inseparable, in life and after. Sharp was angry at that the most, even if he didn’t show it in his expression. The disregard for something he himself regarded as sacred. But, again, he couldn’t say anything. He was just as much a hypocrite as she was. He came to a realization the longer he dwelled on it. Perhaps their separation wasn’t only just, but maybe they were better apart than together. His romanticized view of love blinded him. The idea of love itself wasn’t flawed. Just him. And her. More perfect apart than together. And it was only then he knew what he was smiling about.
One Month Later
“Ooh~” Sharp groaned in ecstasy, his body going limp with bliss.
“You like?” Saala’s voice was low, husky and seductive.
“How are you so good with your hooves?” Sharp asked, not really expecting an answer, but he doubted that the stallion’s evasiveness would annoy him this time. This was just too good a feeling for negativity to even spark in his head.
“Years of practice, brother,” Saala answered, punctuating his skill with a deft, firm motion up Sharp’s spine. “I know all the correct spots to rub.”
Sharp chuckled slightly, trying his best to not shake the Zebra off his back. Saala, much alike a rodeo bull, had straddled the large white stallion just below the loins. His hooves glided effortlessly up the guard’s back, managing to untangle knots and relax muscles. The perfect end to a long arduous shift patrolling the city and sorting out the occasional petty misdemeanour. Sharp couldn’t place how long it had been since he smiled this frequently.
“Stop calling me ‘brother,’” Sharp requested with no particular firmness, “ponies might get the wrong idea.”
“Sorry, force of habit,” Saala cracked a grin. “Would you prefer, ‘my hunk,’ or, ‘my five-legged god?’”
He admittedly liked the sound of the latter, but the guard simply smirked. “How about you keep it simple. Maybe keep the bedroom themed nicknames to a minimum?”
“Such a prude my coltfriend is,” Saala began with a short, fruity laugh, his hooves pushing up to Sharp’s withers. “At the end our first date, you certainly didn't complain what I called you then.”
“Don’t remind me,” Sharp griped. Even then, he could barely remember the end of that night, but every name out by the Zebra acted like a sharply pitched bell in his mind, inducing a blushing cringe. The Zebra certainly called them out just as loud. He was near certain that many ears heard the Zebra’s pleasured cries of ‘my hole filler,’ ‘plot stretcher,’ and ‘daddy.’ “You were really loud, you know.”
“Your performance deserved to be heard,” Saala replied sensually, just as his hooves rubbed on Sharp’s shoulders, the Zebra’s barrel pressing into his back. “You were even better the second time around. You quickly got used to fucking a stallion, eh?”
Sharp pursed his lips, hoping the Zebra wasn’t looking at his expression. His reddened face partly a result of the Zebra’s language, and partly because he could feel the Zebra applying slight pressure with his hips. His sheathe and balls pressing into his back. “Y-yeah.”
“Want to see if you’ve improved even more?” Saala asked, his voice sounding right next to the guard’s ear. “This would make twenty, yeah?”
Sharp, with his cheeks still burning like hot embers, cracked an eye open to look at the Zebra. Saala still had his fringe, his coat was immaculate and his eyes still twinkled like small purple jewels, even in the low candle light. Giving the Zebra a quick kiss on the lips, and a grin, he gave him the only answer he could.
Author's Note
I've wanted to write this for a while now. I had two Zebra themed fics in mind, but this was the shorter of the two, so I went for this. The other is about a garrison of guards helping keep the peace in an isolated village in the Zebra homeland, with one of the privates falling in love with a local female shaman-in-training. It's something longer, and considering how much I'm already writing, I didn't want to start yet another long-ish fic. Regardless, I just wanted to write something with Zebras that wasn't the typically seen 'sexually conquering Equestria or making wives cheat on their husbands, or making mares lost all their dignity for the sake of dick' etcetera. I wanted to write a kind Zebra, whose motivations weren't malevolent - if a little driven by lust.
I hope you liked this fic. I'm not sure if I personally liked how it turned out, but hopefully you feel differently. My next one should probably be The Proposition. Which, for some reason, I'm having tremendous difficulty doing. Ah well. Ciao. 
