Shining steadied the wooden post with a light grip, properly inspecting both the angle and the placement of the fence before ramming it into the ground with a mighty strike from his mallet. The impact caused the dense, gnarled muscle of the alabaster stallion’s arm to shake from the impact, the jolt rippling all the way up to his exposed pectoral muscle.
Sweat rolled down the small of his back, making him shiver in an uncomfortable manner. He despised when it did that, and once he’d made sure the fence post was in deep enough to stay erect by itself, he retrieved his discarded shirt and began towelling himself down with it. The shirt was barely more than a black rag coated in dirt and dust. An Equestrian P.T shirt he’d had for the past two years that had been through as much damaging conflict as he had at that point.
He soaked the fabric through with swab after swab of his back, shoulders, and neck. The boiling sun of the Zebrican savanna was something he’d grown to hate ever since he was a rookie. A point-to-point march training exercise in the south of the nation had ingrained that hatred for the heat in him until the day he died. He may have been working himself to the bone helping rebuild this settlement, but at least he wasn’t making his way across that rock plateau in full gear again.
“You look happy, boy,” came the familiar voice in a laughing tone from behind him.
Shining pivoted on his heel, wiping his arms down as he beheld the familiar blue visage of his father. The slightly-taller stallion stood with his arms crossed, dressed down from his usual clothing into a simple shirt and loose-fitting cotton pants. He held a wineskin in his right hand, something he soon tossed over to his son to allow him to sip from it and rinse the sweat from his mane with.
“Not happy?” Shining asked as he soaked and rinsed his mane. “What could I possibly not be happy with? Are you insinuating, father of mine, that I might find something unpleasant about slaving away under the hottest fucking sun I’ve ever come across for eight hours a day to build a village that’s probably gonna burn down again in less than a year?”
“Oh, shut up, you whiny little bastard,” Night Light said, giving Shining a steadying slap on the shoulder as he took the wineskin off him once again. “I always told you that if you joined the army proper, you wouldn’t be fighting wars or slaying dragons. You’d be sat, sweating your balls off in a ditch for ten hours a day wondering why the hell you even enlisted in the first place. Don’t come crying to me about the fact I was right.”
“Yeah, you’ve got a point,” Shining nodded, wiping his armpits down with his shirt before throwing it at his father’s face. “Should’ve become an officer, so I could sit with my thumb up my ass for my entire career and get paid way more than I deserve for being a glorified youth councillor, sir.”
Night Light caught the shirt with a swipe of his hand, chuckling to himself as he tossed it back onto the ground next to him. He put his hands on his hips, inspecting the large corral that Shining had got around to building. The thing was incomplete, but was easily the same size as a four hundred metre race track. The new, expertly carved fence posts were large and sturdy, meaning they’d have no trouble surviving against heavy winds or torrential rain once the wet season came back.
“Fuck me, you did all this by yourself?” Night asked with an impressed look on his face.
“Yeah, this was my ‘pet project’ that I pulled out of a hat,” Shining nodded. “I didn’t even know how to build a fence up until this morning.”
“You did work with the engineers on emergency transport bridges, right?” Night asked, turning to look at his son as the alabaster stallion mimicked his stance.
“Yeah, spent a few months with their architects learning all about lats and lean-tos,” Shining nodded, dusting the thick gloves off on his rough-denim jeans. “They spent the entire time talking to me like I was a fucking moron-”
“-you did willingly the army, remember?” Night said with a self-deprecating message aimed at both of them.
“-fair point, but I did learn how to make bridges,” Shining nodded. “So that’s the third thing being enlisted for nearly twenty years has taught me.”
“What were the other two?” Night asked.
“Learning how to make a sock mace and coming to understand that you enjoy and your squad mates get less stressed out on long deployments if you just fuck each other,” Shining shrugged.
“But we don’t talk about that last one?” Night questioned with a smile.
“We don’t talk about that last one,” Shining nodded along, inhaling sharply and moving back to the actual boards of the fence he still needed to slot into the fence. “You wanna lend a hand while you’re here, sir?”
“What the fuck do you think?” Night said after a loud laugh, crossing his arms and looking back down at his son.
“Yeah, fair enough,” Shining said with a grunt, lifting the dense board up to the proper slot and getting back to the oh-so-entertaining job of menial labour. “Is Cadance keeping herself entertained?”
“What do you think?” Night Light asked, casting a glance over his shoulder and back to the small encampment the Equestrian detachment was staying at.
“Right, more appropriate question then-” he said with another grunt, lifting the other side of the board up and into place. “-is she giving the poor Zebra boys a break every few hours?”
“They’ve actually started avoiding her for the most part,” Night said, sticking his thumbs into his waistband and turning back to Shining. “I don’t really speak much of the Zebra’s language, but I’ve heard them muttering words that mean something like ‘soul eater’ whenever they talk about Cadance.”
“Well, I did tell her the striped little runts wouldn’t be able to handle a mare like her,” Shining chuckled, moving onto the second of three boards for this fence post with gritted teeth, exerting his large, trained muscle to lift the wooden slat.
“They seemed so excited when she first started with them, too,” Night nodded, sitting down on the ground with his legs crossed.
“Are you seriously gonna just sit there and watch me bust my ass here without lifting a finger?” Shining asked, turning around on his father with a cocked eyebrow before the answer dawned on him. “Right, forgot. Officer. It’s what you’re paid to do.”
“Damn right, boy,” Night smirked, picking up a rather smooth rock from the dry dirt and rubbing it with the flat of his thumb. “The mares aren’t getting off any easier.”
“Phrasing,” Shining grunted.
“Fucking hilarious,” Night groaned, rolling his eyes. “But seriously, she’s probably gonna end up killing the entire population of the village at this rate. They don’t have enough water to deal with how dehydrated she’s getting them.”
“Only the strong survive, I guess,” Shining said, slotting the second board into place and dropping onto his haunches.
“On your feet, boy, you’re not finished yet!” Night barked in a joking tone.
“Suck my entire dick,” Shining said, giving his father the middle finger before leaning back onto his hands. “Can you tell Cadance if she gets bored to come out here and help me?”
“Yeah, quick question,” Night said, looking at the pile of fence posts and boards Shining had amassed near the rest of the fence. “Why aren’t you using your magic to do this?”
Shining didn’t answer. He didn’t look at his father and didn’t even seem to breathe for several seconds. Night looked at him with the most disbelieving, disappointed gaze that he could have ever mustered as Shining quickly got to his feet and began using his magic to effortlessly glide the posts and boards through the air.
“You’re a fucking moron,” Night smirked, getting to his own feet as fast as he could.
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Shining said quickly.
“You genuine invalid,” Night laughed, clapping his son around the back of the head before turning around, another booming laugh falling from his lungs as he failed to contain himself.
“Shut up,” Shining said, trying to keep the grin off his face at his own idiocy.
“You went to a private school!” Night exclaimed, hunched over from how hard he was laughing at this point. “I paid for your education!”
“Leave me alone, you bully,” Shining said, turning back to his work with a hearty laugh as his father managed to contain himself.
“Right, I can’t deal with this anymore,” he said, straightening up and inhaling loudly. “You stay here and finish this up like a stallion with a brain between his ears.”
“And what are you gonna do?” Shining asked, turning his head slightly sideways to get his father back in his field of view.
“I’m gonna go give your wife the proper dicking she needs,” he answered, stretching his arms above his head and cracking his back.
“That’s probably for the best before she ends up killing everyone else in the village,” Shining said with a shrug, looking up at the blue sky for an indication as to what time it was. “Can you handle her for a few hours?”
“I can handle that beauty for days on end, boy,” Night nodded confidently. “I’ll do her right, don’t you worry.”
“Never do,” the blue-maned stallion said, getting back on with his work as his father took his leave. “See you later.”
“You too, kid,” Night said, waving back over his shoulder as he headed back to camp.
Shining was left to his own devices for a good while after this. Now that he’d had his own idiocy pointed out to him, he set back to work at a much faster pace, soon blitzing through the process of erecting fence posts and completing them. It was always a sight he enjoyed seeing: progress. He hated slaving away at tasks for hours on end only for there to be no visible improvement in the situation. Cleaning, building, organising, and all other kinds of menial labour were often a source of satisfaction for the large stallion due to him being able to pat himself on the back and admire the visible difference in the beginning and end of a task.
He soon finished off the remaining fence posts, taking no longer than another hour to close the gap in the circular structure and fix the gate into position. He stepped back with his hands on his hips, a grin on his face as he examined his handiwork with a proud feeling in his chest. Not only had he done a job, he’d done one that would make it infinitely easier for the zebras to keep and tend to their flocks once they corralled them back into place.
He removed the gloves from his hands, stuffing them into his back pocket and having a quiet moment to think. Night Light was the commanding officer of this mission, so he would need to report to him to get his next assignment. Though, seeing as how this entire mission was a pretty low-risk, no-hurry endeavour, he decided that there was no real need to sprint back to the command post and receive his next orders.
He’d let his dad enjoy some time with Cadance while he double-checked the quality of the fence, grabbed a drink to rehydrate, and then went to see him in a few hours. Until then, he’d keep relaxed and easy-going to rest and recharge.
His thought trail wandered off, ears perking as he heard the sound of something scuffling against a rock. He turned around, eyes hard and muscles poised for action, only to relax as he discovered what made the noise. It was a native, one of the zebras that looked like she belonged to the little group of hunters the tribe they were building for used to collect food and thin out the predator count.
Her mane was chopped and styled, shaved on both sides with a large, sweeping fringe hanging over one eye. Her body was tough and rigid, well-exercised legs and stomach giving a very appealing firmness to her abdomen, something that sat over her wide hips. The zebra mare was young, possibly not even into her twenties yet. She was completely bare-chested, as they often all were, exposing her board-flat torso to his eyes with no sense of shame or nervousness. A cultural thing, he surmised.
Her eyes were a bright yellow, like lightning caught in a bottle, and were locked onto him and only him. Her gaze, longing and focused, devoured every inch of Shining’s large, toned body. From the rock-hard, chiselled abdomen, to the large, solid pectoral muscles, even down to the large, natural bulge in his pants. She said something in a chipper, sing-song voice, but in a language he didn’t understand.
He’d never picked up lessons on the zebra tongue, so he was completely clueless as to what she was saying. Lacking in even a faint hint of what she wanted, he smiled at her with a chuckle, hoping that she’d understand him.
“Sorry, kid,” he beamed. “But I’m not too good with your language. You understand mine?”
She cocked her head, her fringe shaking as she did so, with a confused, but still-smiling grin on her face. She walked closer to him, her hips swaying side to side in an almost hypnotic fashion. Her steps were almost silent, fitting of a hunter, but from the noise she’d made earlier, he gathered she was no expert at perfect stealth.
She once again spoke in her native tongue, eyes locked onto Shining’s stomach and bottom lip bit. Her fingers reached out, making gentle contact with the much larger stallion’s muscle. Her fingers were soft and warm, beyond delicate as she explored the curves and ridges of his shredded abdomen. She continued to step closer, bringing her body almost directly against Shining’s as she ran her tongue over his abdomen.
Either this was a weird cultural greeting he had never heard about, which wasn’t anything like what they’d gone over in the deployment briefing, or this huntress was on the prowl for trouser snake. Her hand dragged down from his abdomen, cupping the bulge in his pants and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Shining cocked an eyebrow in a surprised manner, this was certainly an unexpected surprise… but not an unwelcome one. The zebra mare continued to run her tongue over the snow-coloured body it found itself on, only for her to clap a hand to the back of her head after a pellet of some kind struck her there..
She whirled around as fast as Shining’s eyes bolted up to see what was going on. They fell on another zebra mare, mane possessing the same shaved sides, only to have the rest of it slicked into a flat-curve mohawk. Maybe the shaved sides thing was a hunter trait? The look of fury on the other zebra’s face was more than evident, striding over to the smaller mare with purpose and grabbing her roughly by the arm.
An exchange of words between the two of them was brief and heated, the larger, older mare seemingly pulling rank and silencing the younger of the two of them. Her tone and expression softened considerably as she looked up at Shining, her tongue nearly tying into knots as she attempted to apologise in her non-native language.
“S-Surry,” she said curtly, bowing her head before dragging the younger mare away from Shining. “Su surry.”
“It’s alright,” Shining nodded, smiling at her in as best a manner he could to convey that there was no hard feelings over it.
After that, the larger hunter made her exit with the young, clearly in trouble hunter in tow. Shining watched them disappear back into the camp, noting the argument being heated and vicious… and noting how nice an ass the little one had compared to her superior. Shining shook his head, trying to remain work oriented and not let his cock think for him… a difficult task after he was positive that gorgeous little zebra was about three seconds away from sucking his cock dry should she have been uninterrupted.
Oh well. He could always fuck her while off-duty. Until then, he had to work his way down the list of duty-shirking chores he could perform that weren’t actual work, but would make him look busy enough to prevent catching a boot in the ass from a superior.
Like a true serviceman.
Several hours of menial work had passed. From refilling water buckets, to assisting with preparing equipment for transport, to dishing out in the mess hall, Shining had certainly filled up his quota of wasting time to make his paycheck as legitimate as possible. He waved goodbye to two of the privates who’d been on dish duty and headed back to his tent, entering the flap and walking into the proximity of a sound-dampening spell cast by either Cadance or Night Light.
He cast his eyes towards the large, king-sized bed in the far back of the tent to see the aforementioned duo still engaged in rather intense coitus. Cadance was on her elbows and knees, tits squashed into the bed and large, callipygian rear high in the air, just as she loved it. Night’s hands dug into her wide, birthing hips, his rigid muscle tensing and flexing with each harsh, powerful thrust of his well-exercised hips.
Cadance’s tongue lolled from her mouth, eyes rolled nearly into the back of her skull as her father-in-law fucked her cunt raw and proper. The scent of semen and marecum hung in the air like a cloud, the tent itself being a boiling temperature brought on by the hours of womb-destroying fucking the two had engaged themselves in.
Night Light’s eyes raised from the fat, bouncing backside of his daughter in law, giving a single smile to Shining before returning to focusing on Cadance. The older stallion cracked her across the ass, leaving a stinging, red mark on her crystal heart cutie mark. There were several lash marks visible on Cadance’s back, ass, and thighs, even from where Shining was standing, indicating that the two had engaged in a healthy bit of ‘punishment’ before they got going.
Cadance’s eyes lit up brightly as she locked onto her husband, rearing her head up and opening her drooling maw, sticking her tongue out and pointing into her throat. She wanted his cock in her mouth… because of course she did. Not one to disappoint his wife, Shining kicked his boots off and stripped down to his bare flesh, cock already rigid and ready to go before he even got onto the bed.
He made his way around to Cadance’s mouth, sliding his cock deep into the back of her throat and feeling her plump, strong lips go taut around his seventeen inch bludgeon. He was still tired from his fool’s ventures with the fence earlier in the day, so he wasn’t going to be able to summon the strength to rape his wife’s maw like he knew she’d want to.
Instead, he felt content to simply pet and stroke her head, toying with her thick mane and giving deep, comforting scritches against her scalp as his father ruined her tight, pink cunt. Shining’s eyes fluttered briefly, the sound of his wife suckling his entire, forearm-thick length being as relaxing as it was pleasurable. Not only that, but the loud sound of his father’s hips clapping against Cadance’s fat ass was a strangely soothing sound as well, both noises mixed in with Shining’s exhaustion making him feel extremely drowsy while engaged in their little fuckpile.
He stifled a yawn, something that got a surprised chuckle from his father, only for him to go back to ploughing Cadance as hard as she wanted to. Her body was knocked forward with each shot; ass, wings, and mane bouncing with each strike of Night’s hips against her wide rear.
Shining toyed with Cadance’s mane, his mind wandering to thoughts of that little zebra mare he’d seen earlier. He wondered if she was an odd case for their kind, or if promiscuity like that was common throughout all of their kind. The only other zebra he’d had enough contact with to know as a person was Zecora. Yeah, he’d fucked her plenty of times at this point, but… he fucked everyone. One mare out of the entire species having a sexual interest in him wasn’t enough to sway the alignment of the entire species.
The zebra hunter he’d seen… well, she was outright beautiful. She was small and flat as a board, yeah, but a different flavour from the usual mares he rutted wasn’t a bad thing. Cadance was big and busty, but he wasn’t against the concept of laying with tiny mares.
The most startling thing about her had been her eyes. Glistening like gemstones, bright as a fire and looked like they had magic swirling behind them. One of the most beautiful pairs he’d ever seen, sparkling in the savanna sun. He furrowed his brow, wondering where the hunters were staying during the rebuilding efforts.
Zebras weren’t nomadic, they had proper settlements and stayed there for generations. The tribe they were building for had been set up in a relief camp for the past few weeks while the construction was underway… but he’d never seen the hunters before. He’d met with the chief, the medicine workers, and a few of the regular tribes-people… but they didn’t have the physique or the appearance of hunters.
He was roused from his thoughts by the sensation of orgasm, instinctively bucking his hips forward, driving his cock deep into Cadance’s gullet and pumping his titanic load deep inside her. His father wasn’t far behind him in that regard, cum flooding Cadance at both ends and causing her to balloon out something fierce. The cum splurge was audible, almost able to be felt from vibrations through the bed, as both stallions pumped the big, pink slut full of litre after litre of fuck muck.
Cadance looked ready to give birth to triplets by the time the two of them finally pulled out, spurting the last few shots of their load on her face and on her ass. Night Light gently slapped Cadance on the ass as she dropped to the bed, cum drooling like a river from her well-creamed cunt as she turned to look at the older stallion.
“Thanks, Daddy…” she purred, collapsing onto her side and massaging her cumflated stomach.
“Any time, baby,” Night smirked, gently stroking her cheek in a loving, affectionate way before turning to Shining. “Finally got the fence done, eh?”
“Yeah, that and a few other things,” Shining nodded, wrapping his arms around Cadance as she snuggled against his tired form. “I helped out around camp.”
“Good man, good man,” Night said with a proud nod, wiping his cock clean on a towel from the bedside table and beginning to redress himself. “I’m gonna head back to my tent for the night. Come see me in the morning and I’ll get you to sort something else out. Practically this time, of course.”
“Eat me,” Shining chuckled, fingers curling around Cadance’s tits and squeezing them gently, coaxing a moan from the bloated, pink whore.
With a chuckle, Night Light fastened his boots and headed towards the doorway of the tent, waving the married couple goodbye as he made his exit. This left Shining alone with his wife, still leaking cum from her cunt after her raunchy get-together with Night.
“I love him,” she squeed.
“I know,” Shining said, repositioning himself and allowing Cadance to lie properly with her back against his chest.
“What was that little comment about practical work?” she asked, looking up over her shoulder at Shining.
“I…” Shining said, taking a long pause as he found himself unsure of how to word it. “I am not a clever stallion.”
“Mhm, well, I know that much,” Cadance giggled, snuggling against him with a weary sigh as he continued to fondle her enormous breasts, fingers sinking into the soft flesh with little resistance. “You’re also not a clean one, either.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” he asked with a soft laugh, continuing to massage his wife’s bountiful breasts as her stomach returned to its normal size.
“You smell of sweat and dirt,” she said, wrinkling her nose up in a distasteful fashion at the smells she mentioned. “You’re probably gonna want to get a rinse somewhere round here.”
“I would just use the one the engineer boys set up outside the mess hall…” Shining said, eyes sliding shut as he flashed back to the absolutely amazing display of idiocy in regards to that.
“What happened?” Cadance asked.
“Privates,” Shining glowered. “Privates left to their own devices is what happened. Now the entire camp is down a working shower system because somebody didn’t seem to understand what a pressure seal was used for.”
“So, what, we have to scrub down with soap and water?” Cadance asked in a bemused tone.
“No, there’s a watering hole about ten or twenty minutes’ walk from here that we’ve been told to use until our shit gets fixed up,” Shining shrugged, adjusting his sitting position on the bed to be in a more comfortable one.
“Right… go use it,” Cadance nodded, shifting away from Shining and getting off the bed. “Because you smell like the inside of a buffalo’s ass.”
“And how exactly do you know what that smells like, sweetie?” Shining asked.
The pink princess did naught more than wink playfully at her husband, moving over to the chest of drawers that were placed in her tent and pulling a dry towel out of it.
“So…” she asked in a casual tone as she padded her sweat-coated skin down with the soft fabric. “Anything else interesting happen today?”
“I got sexually harassed by a zebra,” Shining shrugged, eyes locked entirely on his wife’s large, round backside swaying side to side as she towelled herself.
“Really? What was his name?” Cadance asked, looking over her shoulder.
“It was a mare,” he answered.
“Aw, no gay stuff?” she pouted. “You bore me.”
“Nah, little mare, barely looked old enough to be legal,” Shining continued. “About five feet tall, flat as a brick, but absolutely shredded.”
“Really? I know you’ve got a thing for your little jailbait girlies,” Cadance giggled, turning around on her husband as she wrapped the towel around her waist.
“Blame Twilight for that,” he chuckled.
“So… how hard did you give it to the poor little thing?”
“She ended up getting chased off by another one of the zebras. I think they were both hunters, so they were probably in the middle of something,” he answered.
“And how long did you cry about losing the chance to dick your tight little thot for?” Cadance teased, sitting down on the bed and snuggling up next to Shining again.
“Only about ten or so minutes,” he said, wrapping his arms around Cadance and kissing her on the cheek.
“You should try and find her again,” Cadance suggested. “Bring her back here so we can both enjoy her… or if she catches you out in the wild again, feel free to have her there and just tell me about it later.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Shining said, shooting up from the bed and yawning. “Right, now I need to get moving. This buffalo-asshole-stink isn’t gonna remove itself.”
“Indeed it isn’t,” Cadance said, lying down on her back and staring up at the roof of the tent, the parched material illuminated by the bright glow of the oil lantern suspended from one of the support rafters. “Now get gone, you smelly creature.”
Shining sucked in a quick breath before dunking his head under the surface of the watering hole, running his fingers through his mane to try and wash out as much of the grease and grime as possible. The water was a pristine blue, cleaned and purified by a few of the other unicorns earlier in the day once the shower had broken, meaning it was safe to bathe in without worrying about parasites and other nasties floating about in the thing.
He broke the surface again, rubbing his eyes clear of the liquid and inhaling briefly, standing up straight in the relatively-deep end of the ‘pool’. Proper bathing equipment hadn’t been something he’d dragged along with him, so instead he just went with a basic ‘hand and water’ combination to wash the majority of the dirt off him.
Within several minutes of splashing and scrubbing himself with his fingers, his pristine white coat was clean of the dirt, mud, and sweat that had caked it for his entire day of labour, built up over the hours of hard work and… outright stupidity. He was about ready to step out and dry himself off with a towel he’d brought, only for a brief rustle of what sounded like wood against cloth caught his attention.
He turned around in the water, meeting with the electric eyes of the young zebra mare he’d encountered before. She was stood with a spear in her right hand and a wood-and-stone club slung over her back. She was a little dirty herself, her white and black body coated with smears of blood, dirt, and mud. It was clear she was here for a bath herself… and even more clear that she wasn’t going to wait for him to leave.
She was already bare-chested, so all she had left to strip off were the leggings she wore over her strong, toned thighs, and the wrappings she had around her forearms. She tossed her gear aside, bearing all in front of the Captain of the Guard as she walked into the water. The cool, relaxing liquid darkened her toned body even further, the water swilling around her as she trudged deeper and deeper into the pool.
She began to clean herself, now paying Shining no real mind as she turned her back on him. She splashed water onto her shoulders and arms, wiping off however many day’s worth of dirt and grime off herself. Shining shook his head with a smirk, turning his own attention back to cleaning himself, using the water to scrub under his armpits and around his junk.
A communal bath with a beautiful huntress was not what the unicorn had been expecting, but it was a surprise he wasn’t going to turn his nose up at. He was happy to enjoy her presence, but his attention was soon garnered once again when her voice, still speaking in her foreign tongue, called out to him.
He turned around, looking into her gorgeous eyes once more and seeing the bright, playful crackle of mischief she often seemed to possess in them. She spoke again in her language, but provided gestures to help him understand. She pointed over her shoulders at the middle of her back, and then made a circular rubbing gesture, presumably asking Shining to help her wash.
A friendly little minx, she was.
The enormous stallion nodded, walking over to the tiny little huntress and wetting his hands, splashing her back with a good amount of water before using the flat of his palms to scrub her softly. Even the muscle in her back was strong and toned, each individual ripple of strength made visible as the trained huntress rolled her shoulders, exhaling softly in a relaxed tone as her tall, bright, and handsome stranger continued to scrub her clean.
He moved onto her shoulders after making sure her back was thoroughly cleansed of the filth of exertion, gently massaging her taut muscles and even gaining a moan from the petite little creature as he cleaned her body. He made sure to wash every visible smear of grime or dirt off the beautiful specimen of zebra beauty, eventually stepping back from her once she was clean as a whistle.
“There you go,” he smiled. “All done.”
Shining lowered his hands, flicking the excess water off of the tips of his fingers before his sultry little bathing partner turned around, eyes alight with pure arousal, dripping sexual desire as she continued to stare at him. A grin parted her lips, naughty and seductive as her intentions. She pointed to her chest, to her flat, gorgeous torso, her hand then gliding to Shining’s chest. Her small finger prodded his defined pectoral muscle, the contact lingering for a solid second, before her finger finally pointed at her outstretched tongue, the wet, pink muscle hanging down over her lip as she continued to stare longingly at Shining.
He chuckled quietly, knowing what she wanted him to do and having no qualms making the beautiful little seductress happy. He got down onto his knees, placing his hands to her torso and running his tongue over her flat chest. A short, slow exhale of pent-up sexual frustration fell from between the lips of the black and white beauty. She rolled her shoulders once more, soaking in every second of Shining’s large, strong tongue dragging itself up and over her sensitive breasts.
Her hands found their way to the back of his head, gently gripping and toying with his thick, two-tone mane and pressing his head against her torso. Her nipples were short and pert, but still erect all the same. He toyed with them, tongue and lips slathering her chest with kisses and licks, stealing moan after moan from the gorgeous little creature as he continued to pleasure her.
When his fingers snaked between her legs, gently parting her lower lips under the surface of the water, she offered no resistance. She made no attempt to swat his hand away, nor do step back from his advances. She merely moaned once again, eyes fluttering in a gentle, relaxed fashion as Shining toyed with her velvety insides.
Her cunt was as tight and unused as they came, virginal and fresh as a ripe fruit, and ready for the taking. He pushed deeper inside her, his enormous fingers delving further and further into her tight, warm insides. Her toes dug into the mud beneath the water, she bit down hard on her lip as Shining’s fingers went down to the third knuckle.
She squeaked quietly, a sound as arousing as it was adorable to the mature stallion, guiding his young lover through her first proper walk through passion. He slid his mouth up and over her tit, coming into contact with her black-tipped muzzle and kissing her. Their tongues slid over one another, hot and heavy breaths coming from her both them.
The zebra mare leaned her weight on Shining and she wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers now pumping steady and hard in and out of her virgin cove, sending shivers and bolts of pleasure and excitement through the svelte mare.
Shining continued to kiss his newfound lover, her lack of experience being made up for entirely by her eagerness to experience him and everything he had to offer her. They were both as foreign to one another as they could be, Shining being a creature larger and broader than a zebra could be, a colour palette and a culture the likes of which didn’t exist on the hot savanna. But the beautiful zebra was a foreign delicacy the likes of which Shining had only ever tasted once in the form of Zecora, but there was something different about this little one.
The lack of a common tongue, the difference in garb and attitude, and the way she’d so brazenly approached him for such a sultry and illicit meeting like this… enraptured the stallion. He’d wooed Zecora like he had so many others, gone through the societal steps of impressing and courting a mare before retiring to the bedroom with them.
But this was wild, untamed, and illicit passion the likes of which he, nor the mare wrapped around his fingers, had ever experienced before. She was as beautiful as she was unique to the stallion, and she’d already become and experience he’d never forget as long as he lived.
He guided the mare back to the shore, walking her backwards with his fingers still lodged deep inside her, curling and pumping the two digits in and out of her cunt. Once they were at the edge of the pool and on drier land, Shining lay her down on her back, removing his fingers from her dripping quim and replacing them with his tongue, an object just as sizeable but much more versatile.
Her head rocketed back, slamming into the dry, cool mud beneath her as her back arched instantly. Shining’s wet, dominating tongue was almost too much for the mare to handle. She cried out in her native language, whether an expletive, a common phrase, or just a simple gasp, Shining knew not.
He’d struggled with other languages all his life, never being able to pick them up as fast as his father or his younger sister had. He’d been terrible with the grammar, had no skill when it came to masculine or feminine versions of words, and couldn’t string a sentence together in a foreign language without it sounding like someone had thrown a torn up language guidebook into the air and shouted whatever words had landed closest to each other.
But this, with his fingers on her thighs and his tongue deep inside her sweetest place… he knew exactly what she was saying. He could tell from the twitches in her body, the hot, heavy pants that poured from her mouth like a waterfall, the moans and the cries of sexual bliss. The two of them were communicating in the only language they had in common: passion.
Brief touches and simple gasps said more than an entire library’s worth of words about how she was feeling and what she wanted. She wanted more pleasure, she wanted to cum. Shining understood every single twitch and every single moan she made, reading her like an open book and knowing exactly what she wanted and where she wanted it.
She ran her hands through his mane again, toying and fidgeting with the enormous stallion as he continued to devour her cunt, tongue probing as deep as it could go inside the exotic beauty, her toes curling into an almost painful contortion, the trained and defined muscles in her thighs, abdomen, and arms tensing and knotting as she clenched down different parts of her body, jaw clamping shut and bearing her teeth, eyes screwing up as much as they could.
She began to gyrate her hips, rubbing her cunt against Shining’s long, powerful tongue, eager to push herself closer and closer towards an orgasm on the alabaster giant’s mouth. Her gripped her wide hips, pulling her tighter against his mouth as his licks took on a more powerful, speedy strategy that was sure to push her over the edge.
She soon threw her head back once again, a sharp, single cry exploding from the depths of her maw before she locked up tight again, cumming hard enough to paralyse her for a few long seconds. She twitched, groaned, and suddenly loosened, dropping limp to the floor and exhaled loudly and in pure, orgasmic bliss.
Her eyes were unfocused, vacant for the longest moment, before she raised her head and reached out to Shining, grabbing his mane and slowly pulling him up to her mouth once more. They kissed once again, tongues sliding over each other amidst hot breaths and groans, the tiny little zebra snuggling up tightly against her alabaster giant, the cool air of the ending day touching their wet flesh and bringing a sense of calm relaxation over them.
Shining took the initiative this time around, spreading her strong legs apart with a gentle parting motion of both hands, aligning his cock with her entrance and resting it there, slowly grinding the first few inches of his titanic shaft against the tiny little zebra. She looked down between the two of them, eyes widening in shock at she beheld the seventeen-inch battering ram Shining was ready to penetrate her with, thick as an arm and twitching with anticipation.
Their eyes met for a brief moment, quickly glancing between Shining’s eyes and his cock, before she exhaled slowly, steadying herself and nodding in confirmation. The muscle-bound stallion took the permission, applying pressure with his hips and slowly pushing past her lower lips.
The groan that rolled over Shining’s tongue was soon drowned out by the loud, near-painful sounding squeal the zebra let out. She squirmed uncomfortably at first, struggling to take the first six inches of Shining’s incredible length before the stallion came to a stop. The little mare was panting, chest heaving up and down, body sweating profusely, and her tongue was lolling out of her mouth as her head dropped back onto the mud beneath them.
The stallion waited, seeing the zebra’s abdomen tense and relax, feeling her arms wrap tighter around his neck as she hugged against him. His hands slid over her thighs, gripping her wide hips and soon grabbing a handful of her enormous ass, a backside that was almost unusually large for a creature of her size.
She hugged him tightly for a longer moment, steadying her breathing, before leaning back and nodding at the alabaster stallion, signalling that she was okay for him to continue. The pressure returned to his hips as he pushed deeper inside her, taking it as slow as he needed to for the petite zebra’s first time, her cunt stretched as wide as it would go and continuing to take more and more of him.
He penetrated her womb, quick and easily, his cock bulging her stomach out several inches in front of her by the time he’d hilted himself inside her. The zebra looked down at her belly, seeing the tip of Shining’s cock causing it to rise to such a high level, eyes wide in both shock and amazement.
Though the look on her face at the sight of her belly was nowhere near as arousing to Shining as the look she gained once he started bucking his hips. He pulled out good and slow, her inner walls gripping to his slick shaft like a jealous lover. She moaned loudly on the way out and almost screamed in pleasure on the way back in. A brief, powerful thrust rammed the entirety of his length back inside her, bulging her stomach out once more and getting a horny moan from her.
Her back arched slightly with each powerful thrust of her foreign lover’s hips, Shining burying his cock in and out of the sweating little beauty as he really began to get a rut going inside her. She was as tight as they came, each inch of her velvety pussy gripping every inch of his throbbing cock, her walls warm and wet, pussy like a dream as he slammed in and out, faster and faster.
She soon released him entirely, dropping her arms to the floor and resting on her elbows, her gorgeous eyes locked on the monster black shaft disappearing and reappearing from her pussy over and over again. Pants, hard and heavy, fell onto her chest, each puff of hot air adding to the warmth that existed between them, boiling hot and passionate as Shining continued to rut the slutty little hunter with everything he had.
His colossal body dwarfed hers, the shortstack pinned underneath his mighty frame moaning and groaning in heavenly pleasure as she was locked in Shining’s embrace. Her wide hips took the brunt of the pounding, Shining’s apple-sized balls slapping against her asshole, sweat from both areas mixing together as the heat of the dying day and their sexual bliss worked up one hell of a coat of sweat for both of them.
Shining changed his position in a huge way, picking the tiny little zebra straight up off the floor, hanging her legs over his knees as he held her close to his chest, fingers locked onto her ass as he rutted her tight cunt harder and harder.
Her small muzzle buried into Shining’s chest, smelling the masculine musk of sweat that radiated off him, running her tongue along the gap between his rock-hard pectoral muscles. She shifted her hands again, placing them on Shining’s shoulders to better help push herself up and down on his length, that fat cock ramming into her womb over and over again was enough to drive her crazy, something it very nearly did in no time whatsoever.
The two built towards their inevitable finish faster and faster, humping away madly and mindlessly, lost to all sensations but pleasure and desire, clinging to one another as tight as possible as the white stallion’s cock pumped in and out of her like a piston, bolts of pleasure rocketing through both of them time and time again.
They were covered in sweat, panting loudly, and about ready to drop when Shining reached his limit and, with a mighty, orgasmic whinny, blew his load into the tiny little mare and gave her a real, steaming taste of an Equestrian stallion.
Her womb was pumped full in less than four seconds, each mighty spurt of cum from Shining’s cock being the same amount of a whole orgasm from other, lesser creatures. Her belly was hit like a shot, womb swelling and stretching as it was drowned in cum. The white liquid ballooned her out in no more than a few seconds, Shining’s cock bathing in his own load as he impregnated the beautiful little zebra with a gift she’d never forget.
Shining was one of the most potent stallions there was, a true studding breed if there ever was one, and he knew that in a matter of seconds, one of the millions of sperm he pumped into his exotic little whore would fertilise her egg, planting the seed of Equestrian Royalty into her.
Shining lay her down on her back, still cumming as hard as ever, and giving her belly enough room to grow and stretch from the load that continued to pump her full. She was cumming herself once again, paralysed and locked in place as Shining filled her up till she looked ready to give birth then and there, seeming as pregnant as they came by the time the stallion finally saw fit to pull out and empty the rest of his load all over her sweaty body.
His orgasm was audible, like a fire hydrant spraying onto concrete, Shining’s life-giving cum splattered onto her hard, exhausted body. Every inch of the little thing was dripping and sticky with cum in less than ten seconds, Shining’s seemingly-never-ending torrent of cum almost creating a second watering hole before he finally blew his last stream of fuck muck, wanking out the final spurts onto the little mare before staggering backwards, dropping onto his haunches in the edge of the watering hole behind them.
The hot glow of orgasm was radiating off both of them, eyes hazy and tired as they remained panting in the position they’d fallen in. The mare sat up, resting on her elbows at first, before finally pushing herself up to her shaky, unsteady feet. Shining managed to do the same a little while after she did, watching her look over her cum-soaked body before giggling quietly.
The two returned to the water soon after, cleansing each other once again, kissing passionately under the freshly-risen moon, before drying, redressing, and heading their own separate ways. A night of passion out on the hot savanna that the two of them were sure to remember for a long time, and, in Shining’s case, a hell of a story to tell his wife once he returned to his tent.
Shining would never see his pretty little zebra again after he left the savanna, never returning to Zebrica afterwards… but follow-up visits from companies other than his own did tell him tales of a tiny zebra huntress…
A tiny zebra huntress hat was often seen nursing a striped little unicorn with streaks of blue throughout his black mane… and deep, blue eyes that could almost be mistaken for their Captain’s should you look into them long enough. It was something that often raised questions for the suspected father of the little half-breed, and ones that were almost answered with ‘diplomatic negotiations through a rather… universal language.’
