Loving Submission

by AJ Aficionado

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Zebra, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Roseluck, Romance, Porn, Fetish
Length: 9325

Taken captive after a great war between the zebras and ponies, Roseluck fell in love with two of the plantation owner's sons where she was sent to work. Having already served ten years under the yoke of zebras, Equestria is demanding she be returned.

Ten years ago, a war between the more traditional Equestria and modern society of Zebracon ended in a stalemate with both nations in dire straits. In an attempt to preserve the peace, Celestia secures a truce that involves sending earth pony mares into a decade of zebra servitude, with the intention of helping the zebras restore their ruined farms with earth pony fertility magic and hardiness.

The decade is now up, and all ponies are to be set free. But one such pony, a young mare named Roseluck, does not want to leave, having fallen for two of her captors. Is there a way she can stay with her favorite stallions without causing a diplomatic incident and perhaps even another war? Or does her lack of stripes mean she must leave all she loves behind for a place she no longer calls home?

Set in an alternate universe prior to Luna's return and inspired by both Fall of Equestria and Pre-war era Fallout Equestria. This idea of writing zebra stallions on a pony mare was given to me in a private message by a reader named Shadowpony 300 that I found interesting and wanted to try out. A lighter, gentler, more cuddly take on the pony mare in captivity trope.

Fetishes: Breeding, oral sex (both kinds), cock worship, polyamory, zebra dom/pony sub.

Edited by Firesight.

Additional edits and prereading by Denim Blue and Silentwoodfire.

Published 2019-07-26 03:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-07-26 03:10:01 UTC

Loving Submission

Loving Submission

By AJ Aficionado

A brightly-colored Earth Pony wiped her forehead, double-checking the leather strap and heaved her weight into the yoke, neck bulging slightly. Behind her a large, heavy iron plow furrowed the reddish-brown earth, cutting as smoothly as the prow of an Equestrian xebec through the waters of the Mareterranian. She gazed disinterestedly into the distance at a row of sticks marking the eastern boundary of her plot, identical rows of tilled earth off to her right displaying the progress she’d made.

Her name was Roseluck, and she presented an odd appearance by the standards of most ponies with whom she’d long ago parted company, her ears studded with thick, bamboo hoop earrings which contrasted starkly with the modesty of her simple steel shoes and white cotton dress. Atop her head was a wide-brimmed straw hat with two holes in it for her ears that kept the summer sun out of her eyes; pink locks of mane peeked out from underneath its cover. The skin of her muzzle beneath her creme-yellow fur was visibly darker than it was around her eyes, protected as they were from the harshness of the sun; a typical pony farmer’s tan-line in the tropical climate she now found herself.

She’d lost track of time, which was all well and good for her. Plowing a field was easy, even if her sturdy Earth Pony frame was beginning to ache after the first four hours of her shift. There weren’t any clocks out in the fields, nor in her quarters. Ponies didn’t need to worry about the time; that was a job for the zebra overseers, one of which eyed her lazily from a dirt path beyond the boundary marking sticks.

Then again, ponies didn’t need clocks with which to tell the time anyway, as this mare saw it. She knew from long experience that four hours was when her back started hurting; six hours was when the pain started to migrate backward across her spine and down towards her hooves. When the day finally ended, she slept, her Earth Pony healing factor restoring the damage of the previous day only to begin the cycle anew the next day.

Eight hours was when things got a whole lot better, at least on a weekend like tonight. That is when one of the two tall, well-endowed and unquestionably dashing pair of zebra stallion twins would arrive and escort her back to her barn, though never both of them at once. Eight hours of pain had come and gone hours ago and still, she plowed. Leaning up against one of the wooden posts she pulled a hoofkerchief from her saddlebag and wiped her weary, sweaty and dust-covered face. The overseer took no notice and walked on into the distance.

The pony looked around. Black and white striped equine forms off in the distance toiled away in neighboring fields, sowing seeds in fields she’d plowed earlier that day, slaves like herself. There had been ponies in their place at one time but they had all gone home. Home to Equestria. Home to freedom, having served their ten years time in the service of the Zebra Caesar. Roseluck sighed wearily and looked at all the uncleared land around her. Work had slowed considerably and if more help didn’t arrive, the harvest was going to be a disaster. If only I could do more to help the zebras… Roseluck thought to herself for not the first time, reaching reflexively for her canteen before remembering she’d run out of water hours ago.

In the center of the large estate that sat on gently rolling hills of tall, green savanna grass was a beautiful two-story manor house, its red roof contrasting brightly against the sea of green around it. The zebras there were well-dressed and happy all the time, unlike the ones who worked the fields with her. They waved at her and smiled on the rare instances she was up that way, especially the zebra mares who would give her food from the kitchens. The Master’s daughter would even invite her inside to cut and style her mane from time to time.

“Roseluck?”

The mare turned at the stallion’s voice to see him approaching from atop a hill opposite the manor. “Xeno! Hey Xeno!”

The stallion smiled wide and galloped forward to meet her. He was wearing a simple, tight-fitting white cotton vest and basic steel shoes. His ears were adorned similarly to Roseluck’s but with rings of silver. But it was his mercurial blue eyes that drew her gaze immediately and hope for better times sprang within her anew. As he slowed to a trot and eventually came to a stop, he looked over her with clear concern in his eyes.“Rose, I can’t believe they’ve left you out here for twelve hours!” Frowning, he glared at the overseer that had passed her earlier, who paid him no mind. “What are these stupid overseers doing keeping you at hard labor for over eight hours? Father will have their head on a stake for this!” He shook his hoof menacingly in the direction of the manor house.

“Kisses first, story later!” Roseluck cooed before kissing her striped companion deeply, beneath the brim of her hat. The two disengaged after half a minute with a gentle popping sound, the stallion somewhat reluctantly so. “Mmm… That’s better! And now that you’re less angry, how about telling me what’s been keeping me sweating out here for twelve hours?” Roseluck bent over to flip the blade of the plow over to drag it uphill and was stopped by a gentle hooftap to her chest.

Xeno smiled and shook his head. “You’re so very stubborn, my lovely Rose! Allow me to carry your plow for you. You’ve done more than enough this day.”

“Thanks, handsome!” The two worked to get the plow attached to the zebra stallion, who dragged it up the hill, blade facing up, Roseluck walking by his side.

“I brought you some water, too.” Xeno handed Rose his canteen. “The nerve of these overseers… honestly!” He shot another angry look towards the overseer before letting out an annoyed snort.

Rose thanked him again and drank her fill, feeling instantly refreshed for it. “Oh, did I ever need that! So how’s your day been, Xeno?”

“It’s been a very interesting day, to say the least!” Xeno flicked his head back in the direction of the manor. “I wanted to come here sooner but I was speaking with Father and…” His gaze passed from Roseluck to the scrub grass next to her. “... making certain alchemical preparations.”

“For four hours?” Roseluck looked at him incredulously before turning fearful. “Wait, is this about… s-sending me away?”

“Rose…” Xeno lowered his head sympathetically, his face clearly showing the Earth Pony was reacting in just the way he’d feared. “It’s not that simple, my love. The subject of the Equestrian treaty did come up and… the ponies have insisted that as the ten-year compelled service agreement has expired, all Equestrian citizens either be returned or granted freedom and equal rights within our lands or the war will resume.” He cringed slightly at Roseluck’s facial expression, fearing the war might restart right then and there between the two of them. “But it’s not what it sounds like!”

“I can’t believe them! I specifically mailed Celestia herself and told her I don’t want to return!” Roseluck stomped her front hooves into the clay-colored soil and leaving a deep rut for her efforts. “Everything I once loved was taken for me that in that war… my family, my friends… There’s nothing left for me there.” Tears formed around the corners of her eyes.

“Rose…” The two had stopped walking, the stallion drawing her closer, his warmth and familiar musk comforting her. After some time of gently sobbing into his striped coat, his hoof messaging her withers, the stallion pulled out a clean handkerchief and gave it to her to dab her eyes. “I’m sorry, Roseluck. I’m sorry about everything…”

The two walked along in silence for a few minutes, Xeno waiting until he was sure Rose was composed enough to speak further. “What the Equestrian government is demanding is something our leaders aren’t willing to grant...” Xeno shook his head, embarrassed. “But you must trust me on this, Rose when I say that things are about to change. We can talk more when we get back to the barn. I want Xephyr to be there so we can talk about this together.” Xeno paused, a half-smile forming on his face. “We may have a solution that can keep you here.”

Roseluck’s expression warily softened. “Is it too early to agree to everything before I hear the offer?”

The zebra smiled and kissed her on the forehead. “Yes, it is. There are certain questions that must be answered and issues that must be raised. More than anything, Roseluck, you need to be okay with everything that happens before we can move forward.”

Roseluck gave her tail a dismissive flick. Xeno frowned, shaking his head slightly but said nothing as she replied, “Xeno, I trust you and your brother with my life. I’ve said it a hundred times already, but I love being here in Zebracon with you… I love you, Xeno!” The pony hugged his neck, running her muzzle through his regal black mane.

“Rose…” the two nuzzled gently, nickering their contentment. “I love you, too. You know we both do. There is nothing more in this world that we want than to break your bonds and make you a proper wife as you were meant to be all along.” Xeno smiled coyly at his lover. “And if you want a hint at things we’ll discuss later… let’s just say we’ve got a solid plan that will allow us to do just that!”

Roseluck gasped, her eyes welling with emotion. “Are you saying there’s a way to make me… have your foals?” she broke into a wide smile.

“You’ve learned our laws well. The Caesar doesn’t recognize marriage with any non-zebra, but that’s only because ponies can’t bear foals. Once a pony can bear a zebra’s offspring they become zebras in a legal sense.” Xeno chuckled, “Sounds silly when you say it out loud, no?”

“A little, yeah,” Roseluck replied truthfully. “Then again, ponies can breed freely with each other while zebras can’t breed with any creature that isn’t zebra.”

Xeno nodded in the affirmative. “Correct. The upshot of this law is that once we’re married you’ll be a free mare and a member of our house.” Roseluck reared back to pounce, but the zebra stopped her with a gentle hoof to the chest again. “Don’t get to celebrating yet though! We’ll give you the details later… after we’ve allowed you to relax a bit.” Xeno’s voice became husky as the full form of his pony lover filtered in through fully-dilated blue eyes.

Roseluck felt her nethers begin to heat up, her own voice tinged with needs unmet. “I could use a back massage for starters!”

“Tonight, Roseluck… You’re going to get everything we can offer…” At those words his stallionhood dropped out of his sheath, the flared head tickling the grass below him.

Roseluck bit her lip, not wanting to wait. But looking around, she could see the distant forms of zebras walking nearby, tilling the ground and supervising the work being done — probably not the best time or place for a pony to rut a zebra stallion! “You’re lucky your striped companions are nearby or I might just have you right here!” She gave Xeno a lascivious grin before licking her lips suggestively.

Xeno winked at her, gesturing at the beaten path ahead. “Ten years ago, I very well would have let you do it! But I fear my brother’s more cautious nature has begun to rub off on me. Perhaps… we should gallop the rest of the way back to the barn. This walk is taking rather long, is it not?”

Roseluck nodded. “Indeed, it is rather tedious… Shall we?”

Xeno wiggled her eyeridges. “Surely!”

The two launched into a full gallop, the plow skidding wildly behind the striped stallion as the two raced back to the barn a mile away, sending overseers and slaves alike scattering into the brush.

The pair were greeted at the door by a second zebra, physically identical to his brother in all but his eyes, which were as violet as the pre-dawn sky. He was wearing a tailored purple dress cloak with matching trilby and silver-tipped shoes with matching hoop earrings of silver. “Welcome home, my lady!”

“Overdressed as always. That’s our Xephyr!” Roseluck reached out and embraced him.

The two separated, their eyes still lingering on one another. “Overdressed? Hardly! Such esteemed company as yours is always an occasion of note.”

If you were anypony else, I would call that a load of horseapples. How do you say that with such utter sincerity? Roseluck wondered but did not ask, kissing him slowly and sensually as Xeno took the plow away inside the barn. “Point taken, Xeffie. You are truly one of a kind!”

Xephyr gave a dramatic, sweeping bow. “And yet I am a twin! The Earthmother works in such mysterious ways.”

Roseluck nodded in agreement. “You make for an intriguing pair, for sure! It’s remarkable to think you were raised by the same parents.” Rose looked through the open barn door and saw a pony-sized wooden tub filled to the top with soap and water, a towel folded neatly on a metal hook suspended from the barn’s rafters. “Oh, Xephyr, you’re such a sweetheart! Thank you so much for drawing my bath!”

“Say nothing of it!” He gently kissed her ear before the two proceeded inside.

The two zebras perched themselves atop Roseluck’s hay bale bed, while the mare cleaned up. The rows of slave housing were being taken over by zebras after the former pony residents had been sent home. Roseluck had once lived in them as well, but and had been moved into the barn with the rest of the equipment not many months earlier.

In truth, she felt perfectly at home there, and not just for the agreeable company. There were pitchforks, plows, heavy chains, digging tools, wheelbarrows, spades, sickles, and buckets stowed neatly along the walls of the large wood plank structure; tools of her trade that made her feel like she belonged. Relegated to an unoccupied patch of floor space in the center of the structure, Rose had established a crude but comfortable living quarters utilizing hay bales, a couple of worn sheets, and a washtub. Sunlight filtering in through gaps in the wall illuminated the trio is they spoke.

Stepping out of the tub, Roseluck shook herself off and grabbed the towel to dry off. “Looks like the gang is all here. So how about you two lovercolts explain this plan to keep me here with you for good?”

“Ah, yes!” Xephyr clopped his forehooves together eagerly as he sat atop his hay bale. “Well, I can’t explain everything exactly, as my brother is the more skilled alchemist of the two of us. But I can at least bring you up to speed on current events. Zebracon is in, shall we say, a bit of a quandary.”

“Because of the labor agreement with Equestria ending,” Roseluck finished for him. She sat down on her makeshift bed next to the two of them. “Work has definitely slowed down around here without the ponies.”

Xephyr nodded grimly. “Caesar is bound by treaty to free all those ponies sent over as slaves after the peace agreement. He would simply ignore the treaty, of course, and prepare for further conflict, but the last war pushed us to the breaking point. Not only did civil unrest break out all across the empire, but we experienced a severe drought in these parts and lost an entire harvest. Despite occupying all the fertile farmland we’d intended to conquer from Equestria and holding it for four long years, he was forced to give it back to your Princess at the negotiating table.” He threw up his forehooves theatrically. “Such a waste! He’s lucky to have avoided assassination after that debacle.”

“But at least one good thing did come about from all this,” Xeno interjected, giving the Earth Pony a sly grin. “Turns out you weren’t the only pony who decided life was better here in Zebracon despite living among enemies in a strange land. An Earth Pony mare in Roam volunteered to be a test subject for a breeding potion created by famed alchemist Xaviar Arrowflight… part of an ongoing research project for the government with overwhelming support from the money-minded Optimates on the High Council to bolster our declining population from years of war and stagnant birth rates. Word has just now reached us of its success and yours truly has been hard at work replicating it exactly.” Xeno puffed out his chest. “Naturally, I’ve succeeded!”

“That’s amazing!” Roseluck cheered, pumping her hoof in the air while doing an impromptu dance with her three remaining limbs from her prone position. “If it’s a question of willingness, I’m all for it! I want to stay here you with two for the rest of my life, and I want ponies and zebras to be friends. If we work together instead of fighting I know we can do it!” Roseluck smile faltered as the zebra's expressions turned to uncertainty. “Don’t… Don’t you agree with me?”

The stallion brothers nodded as one, Xephyr speaking for the pair. “This potion has great potential to bring our two races closer together, and maybe even prevent another ruinous war. Speaking for myself, if I should choose any mare in the whole of the empire, whether pony or zebra, to bear my foals, it would have to be with you, Roseluck! But before you commit to this, we want to explain exactly how this will work.” Xephyr wiped his brow and took a sip from his canteen.

“The first and most obvious change, as we’ve previously discussed, is you will no longer be a slave, so living in this stifling barn is out. We’ve spoken with father and he’s given us his blessing to bring you into our house and family… under a few conditions.”

This can’t be that bad… can it? No! They would never knowingly lead me into harm. “What are the conditions?” Roseluck asked, trying to look completely unconcerned even as internally, she held her breath.

“You are to herd with us and be recognized formally by the state as a herdmate. This will satisfy the Equestrians as it will set you free from bondage and grant you formal citizenship. You’ll then have all the rights and protections afforded to all citizens of the empire and can travel back to Equestria to visit —” Xeno lowered his ears in a sympathetic gesture. “— if and when you decide you’re ready. All we need to do is provide documentation to Equestria’s ambassador that marriages have taken place and Celestia will be satisfied.”

“That sounds great!” she said but found herself still skeptical.

“What’s the matter?” Xephyr asked politely, having seen the uncertainty on her face

Rose fanned herself with her hat finally coming to a realization about something she’d been unsure about throughout her captivity. “It’s really kind of odd that Celestia would be okay with ponies staying here under any conditions given we’re being held in captivity, isn’t it?”

“Hmm…” Xephyr brow furrowed as he scratched his chin. “Father, too, did find that strange at the time. The terms under which the treaty was agreed upon are somewhat mysterious, actually. The only signatories of said treaty were Caesar and Celestia. They were also the only two equines responsible for negotiating the altered terms, which were ultimately agreed upon after the diplomats failed to come to an accord on their own. To this day, some zebras suspect the Caesar of being more sympathetic to ponies than he lets on, and that the deal opens the door to more advanced diplomacy further on… possibly even friendship.” Xephyr took Roseluck by the hoof.

“And what do you think?” Rose had to ask.

The zebra tipped his hat. “I’m one of those who happens to agree with that reasoning. No Caesar would ever show weakness by stating openly that he desires peace with a ‘lesser’ race. The Zebras never lose; that is our motto. My brother and I believe the provision within the treaty allowing for ponies to stay exists only because Caesar and the Princess believe that reconciliation and partnership between our two races is possible.”

“Well, I can’t speak for Caesar, but it sounds just like Celestia to think of something like that.” Rose remembered fondly getting to meet the Solar Sovereign back when she was thirteen years old and the word ‘friendship’ was never far from her lips, calling it the foundation on which Equestria was built. “But I’ve gone and knocked you off track. What are the other conditions you mentioned earlier?”

Xephyr maintained a neutral expression as he continued with his explanation, “There are responsibilities that will come with your position as the wife in our herd. You will be ours to have and to hold in exchange for our protection and leadership. In Zebra society, it is the stallion — and not the mare — who is the leading voice of the herd in all matters including love. In simple terms, this means that when we desire your love — love meaning sex — you grant it to us freely and without reservation.”

Roseluck posed in mock horror. “Such dreadful punishment! But seriously guys, what would I possibly object to in all of that?”

Xeno glanced at his brother, who gave him a short nod. He then stood up straight, his eyes fixed on Roseluck’s. “Because it isn’t just love and sex we want, my dear Roseluck. We wish to breed you to produce as many offspring as possible.”

Roseluck felt herself go slightly dizzy. Nothing I didn’t expect, but to hear them put it that way? It sounds like they intend to make a foal factory out of me! “Not that I’m at all averse to that, but… why with me? Why an Earth Pony?”

“It is because you are an Earth Pony,” Xeno explained. “It’s theoretically impossible for us to breed with any other equine besides an Earth Pony thanks to our genetic similarities. The unicorns and pegasi are just too distant from us, even if they can still breed with you. Your race’s natural ability to both farm and recover from injury like no other are also priceless assets. Between your physical resilience and healing factor, natural plant growth stimulation and sexual fecundity that puts all the other races to shame, you will be capable of producing scores of foals and pass on your magic to our offspring… by means of this potion!” Xeno reached into his saddlebag and withdrew a pint-size glass beaker capped with a cork stopper. Its contents glowed bright green, illuminating Roseluck’s mesmerized face.

“Be assured, my family is among the wealthiest in the land and can summon an army of willing zebras to help raise your brood. It won’t take but a generation and this entire plantation will be able to produce ten-times what it can now! We will finally be able to feed ourselves and our nation will have no need to seize lands from Celestia or anyone else ever again!”

“We can’t forget about the impact this will have between us and the ponies,” Xephyr chimed in. “Even if we are wrong and our assumptions about Caesar and Celestia are worth less than sand to a Saddle Arabian street-sweeper, neither wants a conflict so soon after the last. Celestia is not a warrior at heart like her sister was and can’t stomach losses, but we know from bitter experience she can indeed be pushed too far. Caesar is dubious of Xaviar’s plan succeeding but has the backing of those in the senate and tacit acceptance of the Legion generals. This is the opportunity of a lifetime to make life better for all of us.”

Roseluck closed her eyes and recognized the truth in their words. Had Equestria marshaled its population for total war, the zebras would have lost their border conquests and been pushed back over the Delamare River, forcing them into a defensive war on open, indefensible terrain with their backs to the ocean on non-productive tidewaters devoid of any strategic value to the Zebra forces.

And for all that, pony victory would have come at the cost of tens, or possibly even hundreds, of thousands of pony lives if the Zebras launched their highly destructive ‘megaspell’ missiles against pony cities — the thing which had kept Celestia from intervening directly in the fight — in defense of the Imperial regime. Every zebra Roseluck had spoken to outside of earshot of government agents had admitted that defeat was inevitable and the best they could do was try to take Equestria with them if the pony threat proved existential — and Celestia only knew the devastated world that would result.

Roseluck looked back up the pair who eyed her with curiosity at her reaction. “I believe that Celestia would actually want me to do this… for our sake and yours. More than that; it’s something I’m honored to do for such fine zebras as yourselves.” Rose bowed her head and ears.

“Are you certain of that, Rose?” Xeno asked politely.

“I-I’ve been with you both for ten years. I trust my feelings and my judgment!” Roseluck rapped her hoof for emphasis.

“Xeno doesn’t mean to question the integrity of your words, my love,” Xephyr kissed the earth mare on the cheek. “He’s presenting you with a fair question. We accept the tragic loss of your family during the war isn’t something you want to be reminded of, but there are ponies back in Equestria who surely miss you very much. I’m sure Celestia would welcome you back as a hero for your sacrifice given on Equestria’s behalf.”

Xeno nodded. “Well said, brother. We personally want you to stay, but that’s not our decision. You are already a free mare in our eyes, and if you left for Equestria tonight, it would be with our blessing of good fortune. You owe us nothing and we owe you everything for the fine work you’ve performed over the last ten years.” Xeno saluted with a hoof to his breast. His brother did the same.

Roseluck returned the gesture slightly crudely and then brought a hoof to her chin. “I have family outside of Ponyville, and I had friends from out of town as well. I do miss Equestria sometimes: The wrapping up of Winter; the pegasi using waterspouts to drain entire ponds to fuel the weather factories; waiting in line for cider and zap apple jam at the Apple Family’s farm while catching up on the local gossip. These are wonders you can only experience in pony lands. I do wish to return one day to visit and see them again. To say nothing of seeing all my old friends so I can hug them again.”

Xeno nodded solemnly. “It’s only natural to still be attached to your mother country and those you knew in it.”

“But…” Roseluck took a deep breath. “Equestria isn’t my home. Not anymore. Ponyville is just a memory of my younger self; that place which gave me comfort for a time before it was changed forever by the war.” Roseluck looked into Xeno’s eyes miserably. “When I think of home now, I don’t think of Equestria at all. I think of the fields and cities here. I think about being here with you. I think of all the zebras who once saw me as an enemy worth hating before gradually coming to see me as their friend. I think of that adorable little filly, Zeke, styling my hair and telling me how pretty I look every time we meet,” Roseluck saw the two zebras looked at each other and smile. “May my old friends forgive me, but you are my family now. And Zebracon is my home.”

Xeno nodded in satisfaction. He straddled himself closer to Roseluck, resting his hoof on hers. “I trust your resolution to stay here and your faithfulness to be a good zebra wife… but I have to ask: are you comfortable with having so many foals? Even with help, it will be a huge responsibility.”

Roseluck nickered and rolled over onto her side revealing two very large and aroused teats whose sharp points and soft mounds instantly attracted their eyes. “I’ve come loaded for bear! I require only to be filled by your mighty zebra seed!” She licked her lips for emphasis, knowing full well the effect her words would have on the pair, whose organs instantly poked free of their sheaths. “And I’m more than eager to get started!”

The duo’s eyes lingered for a moment on her generous feminine endowment, his excitement was instantly evident. “Then you shall have it, Roseluck! May you nourish many strong foals.” Xeno passed over the beaker to his lover. “This potion you’re about to imbibe is a fairly simple build, but it’s only one side of the story. As you probably remember from way back when I and brother tried to breed you on our own, it’s extremely difficult for Earth Ponies and Zebras to conceive even if your genetics is the only thing making it possible at all. What this potent concoction will allow you to do is tip the odds in your favor by enhancing your own fertility magic. A simple but powerful enchantment!” He gave Roseluck a reassuring smile and brought a hoof to his lips. She popped the cork and drank the bottle down.

The potion took hold as soon as it had settled in her gut. Her floral-scented musk began to fill the inside of the barn as her nethers began to burn, aching to be quenched by stallion seed, sending her almost instantly into the most powerful estrus she could ever remember. Rose pawed at the straw bedding and nickered as her inner walls expanded; her entrance widening as her tail flagged wildly behind her. “You weren’t kidding about it being a powerful enchantment! I feel like I’m fifteen again on the last day of heat!”

“Then we know it is working! And be assured, it will keep you this way for the next twelve hours — more than enough time for our task! Savor the kiss of my witch’s brew, my blooming Rose, for we have all night to celebrate each other’s company!” Xeno withdrew, causing Roseluck to whinny with frustration and take a needy step towards him.

She was met with Xeno’s hoof on her chest, holding her gently but insistently away. “Patience, Roseluck! We need to take our potions too, or all will be for naught!” The two zebras pulled out their own flasks, each much larger than Roseluck’s had been; they glowed luminescent gold instead of green inside their translucent containers. “We must be primed for the enchantment to take its full effect! For the magic at work inside our potions is much more sophisticated.”

The two brothers hooked their forelegs around each other before throwing back the potions they held. They drank deeply from their flasks before placing them on Roseluck’s table, right beside her own empty flask.

Bare seconds after imbibing, Xeno shivered visibly and beads of sweat suddenly burst out all over his face and chest. “It’s… making self-control much more difficult for me right now! But more than that, Rose, it’s going to enable us both to impregnate you at the same time!” He grunted before standing up, his huge black stallion endowment now further weighed down by two bulging seed-filled apples; Roseluck could all but swear they were growing before her hungry eyes. “It will also keep us both primed for the next twelve hours; more than enough time for us to successfully breed you!”

“Then let us begin! I… I wish to be taken, right now!” Roseluck turned around and lifted her tail presenting herself to Xeno, legs trembling. She heard Xephyr moan slightly at the sight of her, the sound of his urge in his very breathing burning its way into Roseluck’s nethers, which wept gently into the straw beneath her.

“Beautiful… and so tempting!” Xephyr continued, his eyes on Roseluck’s glistening marehood and his own stallionhood surging to attention in turn. “But we should take it slow. We have all night, after all! But if servicing is what you so desire, I believe I can be of some assistance…” He said meaningfully before lowering his muzzle towards her marehood.

“Oh, Celestia!” Roseluck screamed as the zebra worked his tongue on her engorged clit, sitting back to free up his forehooves, using them to massage her aching hips and rump. Smiling, Xeno joined his brother’s efforts, hovering over her as he went to work messaging the kinks out of her back.

“You didn’t think we’d forgotten about your massage did you?” the latter whispered into her ear before nibbling the tip; his attention soon turning to the side of her neck. The pair of stallions dripped freely from their enormous erections as Roseluck was reduced to a whimpering pile from the dominant gestures, ones well-practiced by both males over the many years they’d known her.

Roseluck didn’t last long under the dual assault, taking a deep, shuddering breath as she felt her first orgasm of the evening claim her, “Xephyr!” was all Roseluck could get out before unleashing the flood, graciously accepted and quickly lapped up by the waiting zebra.

“Using your tongue on a mare! Have you been taking lessons from the sisters, Xephyr?” Xeno brushed the full-length of his stallionhood across Roseluck’s back letting her savor his supple firmness as he pulled back.

“Not all of us see fit to simply ravage our partner, Xeno!” Xephyr turned up his nose in a mock harumph. “Some of us prefer proper foreplay!”

Quickly recovering and feeling even more aroused despite her climax, Rose rolled over onto her back, waving all fours in the air at them both. “Now, now fellas. In my expert opinion, there’s merit in both of your techniques!”

“True... “ Xeno smirked at his brother. “But until now, we’ve never been permitted the opportunity to compete properly with only one of us in your presence at any given time. Seeing as how both of us are present, I propose a contest!”

“Ugh! Seriously?” Roseluck’s legs flopped back onto the ground. “Do you two have to turn everything into a contest?”

Xephyr gave a defiant yet teasing laugh, one directed as much at Roseluck as Xeno. “I accept your challenge brother! Perhaps now is the day I teach you the value of loving submission over forceful aggression! And our new wife will be the judge and final arbiter of victory!”

“If it means no hard feelings and I get to prove both of you are good in your own way then I accept as well,” Roseluck muttered sarcastically.

The two clopped hooves in a show of formally accepting their duel.

“Harmony at last! You said that potion is going to keep you going for twelve hours? Perchance you have some to spare for me then. And if I am to be the judge of this contest, the first test will be oral!” Rose opened her mouth wide as she lay on her back, displaying her salivating maw for the twins to consider, each of whom took an involuntary step towards her.

Xephyr waved a carefree hoof at his brother. “Feel free to go first. You are the one at a disadvantage, after all!”

Xeno waved off his taunt with a carefree smile. “With pleasure!” He sauntered up to Roseluck, his erection dragging across her belly as he walked, tickling her giggling form slightly before coming to rest across her lips. “My gift of seed, as requested.”

Roseluck licked the creme from the tip and kissed it lovingly. “My mouth eagerly awaits to receive your gift… Master.”

Xeno’s eyes went momentarily wide at her choice of words but his dominance instinct took over quickly. Quickly positioning himself over her, he dangled himself before her and barely waited for the first contact of her lips before he thrust his erect organ down across the length of her tongue and deep down into her throat which bulged significantly as the powerful intruder repeatedly swabbed the inside of it.

Having become well-practiced at handling the pair’s enormous girth over the past ten years living with them, she masterfully massaged his shaft with throat and tongue, bracing herself against her lover’s undercarriage as he thrust faster and faster with intense concentration, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and his breath labored hisses. With a loud roar and an eye-crossing orgasm, the zebra’s seed erupted inside her mouth less than a minute later, bubbling up past her lips and pouring down both muzzle and neck as hot and viscous as lava from the mouth of Mt. Neighsuvius.

Immense pride showing on his striped face as she drank down as much of his seed as she could, Xeno stepped back to see the result of his efforts. Rose coughed slightly, her eyes watering, sending more of his seed spilling out before swallowing the rest and licking her face clean. “Oops! Got some down the wrong hole...” Roseluck coughed gracelessly before finally clearing her throat.

Xephyr passed the mare his water which she eagerly accepted. “Absolutely dreadful, Xeno! I award you zero points. It’s a wonder she allows for such brutish bedtime antics!”

Xeno glared daggers at his brother, his forelegs folded and he sat atop his haunches. “Because she is a proper future wife who respects her partner’s wishes.”

Roseluck sighed and nuzzled Xephyr on the cheek, Xeno getting in one last snort before the argument halted. “As riveting as this discussion is, Mommy is still thirsty and somepony is being... uncooperative.” Rose gave the zebra stallion a nip to the ear, sending him tumbling onto his back immediately, his erection standing tall and proud about his stomach.

“Much better! You’re so well-behaved when you receive the proper motivation.” Roseluck kneeled down between his thighs letting her breath tingle the warm, sensitive flesh of her lovers stallionhood before giving his engorged sac a gentle lick. He trembled at the contact, breath catching loudly in his throat while his brother chuckled smugly at him. Still, Roseluck didn’t attack his large organ, but locked her large verdant eyes onto her zebra lover and licked the tip of his flared head clean. “Not even in the most gilded manors of Canterlot can such fine anatomy be discovered.” Roseluck pronounced as she licked her way up the shaft, releasing another dribble of his seed before lapping it up.

Her eyes gleamed as she took in each detail of his stallionhood, savoring the gentle contours of his member with her tongue as she licked up and down the shaft repeatedly. To his credit, Xephyr successfully willed himself into not cumming, his teeth gritted as he looked up in blissful agony towards the ceiling, struggling to hold on just a few seconds longer. “For what pony of Equestrian lore could ever hope to compare to your virility and generous zebra endowment?” Roseluck’s voice ached with genuine desire.

Xeno rested a hoof against his pounding heart as his own stallionhood stood fully charged for another round. He looked at his brother in stunned silence and back at Roseluck but could say nothing.

“You… are the very embodiment of equine perfection, Xephyr Plainstrider.” Rose glided the frogs of her forehooves up the sides of his shaft, planting a line of kisses up the dark-skinned member before taking part of him in her mouth, the sounds of frenzied slurping along with Xephyr’s labored breathing filling the inside of the barn. More of his seed escaped to feed Roseluck’s seemingly bottomless hunger, but yet again, his will did not break. Roseluck emerged from her oral act one final time, a trail of saliva still sticking to him, daintily tracing a pink lock of her mane around her ear, her face aglow. “Perfect and ever the gentlecolt!” Roseluck thrust herself down all the way to the base of her lover, throat bulging once more as she bobbed up and down.

Her fervently delivered words finally sent him over the edge. “Rose... Goddess, I am yours!” Xephyr whinnied loudly as his seed escaped, at last, arcing forcefully into the back of her throat as he came repeatedly, the effects of the potion refilling his essence almost instantly.

The Earth Pony managed to keep up for a moment but found the near-constant stream of his potion-enhanced climax impossible to keep up with, spilling it down her lover’s apples and into the straw below. Xephyr made to sit up but Roseluck pressed a hoof to his chest, making a show of cleaning him up with her tongue and swallowing the load in front of him. “You know, Xeno, I do prefer it his way… no offense.”

Xeno stared back at her blankly. “Yes, I see that! Xephyr wasn’t wrong about you, Roseluck. You more than hold your own in bed even if you are a mare…”

“Ha!” Xephyr finally shook himself out of his post-coital stupor. “I told you Mister Traditionalist!”

“Hmph!” Xeno grinned and stood up, his apples fully recharged, seed forming at the tip of his renewed erection. “I wouldn’t get too confident! But since you were such a good sport and let me go first, I will offer you the chance of going first this time.” He turned towards Roseluck, his blue eyes blazing with anticipation. “As for you... know that I will be expecting total submission from you while I breed you like a proper zebra wife!”

“Y-yes, Master!” Roseluck gasped, her knees going weak at his forceful tone, having found herself at a loss for words and breath.

Xephyr’s smile and confidence disappeared like the last week of summer.

Roseluck giggled at the stallion’s change of mood. “Oh don’t worry about him, Xeffie!” Her eyes went hooded. “This just means you get to sow your seeds in me first!”

Smile and confidence returned, his scarcely-softened erection filling itself back out instantly. “It would be my pleasure, Roseluck! Care to join me?”

“Of course!” Rose placed her forehooves in his, straddling the stallion’s legs and backed up against his stallionhood. “But Your Lady will require Master’s strength to aid her.” Using his long legs to their advantage, Rose was able to slip the zebra’s upturned organ inside of her with a gentle pop. Balanced on her hind legs she held a commanding view of her submissive stallion sire. “Xephyr, I know this isn’t normal, but for this special day I want all of you inside me…”

Xephyr’s face grew fearful. “But Rose, surely not! My full length is… I-I don’t want to hurt you!”

Xeno groaned, rolling his eyes as he rolled over onto his back and covering his face with his hooves. “Come now, brother. You really need to move past this hangup of yours!”

“Xeno’s right you know!” Roseluck kept her expression hopeful, mindful of her mate’s confidence. “You had one bad experience back when you were a colt on account of your large size and it’s made you shy in bed. It’s understandable, but I am no filly! You have such a glorious instrument but you forbid yourself from making the most of your musical abilities. Trust me Xephyr — I’m not fragile. We can do this together!”

“Xeph… Rose can handle a lot more than you think. You’ll see.” He shot Roseluck a wink who returned the gesture. “Now go on and make your wife happy, or what kind of sire would that make you?”

Xephyr winced at his brother’s words, ears drooping. “You’re right, you two…” Xephyr looked up at his wife-to-be who clopped her hooves together happily before unsteadily taking him in her hooves once more. “I was the one who told Xeno he should consider your wisdom. Seems I should take my own advice!”

Roseluck lowered herself down until half of his length was absorbed, wincing slightly as her nethers filled out, nickering involuntarily as she descended and felt the medial ridge reach her. “You and your brother are so… big!”

“Our Earthmother’s gift to you… Roseluck,” Xephyr replied smoothly, one hoof supporting his wife while the other massaged the mare’s single rose cutie mark. “So it is with your earth magic keeping you firm and tight for us each night.”

“Oooohhhh…” Rivulets of filly creme streamed down from her gaping entrance as Rose’s insides exploded with pleasure as she was finally able to accept his medial ridge, conquering the remaining twelve inches one at a time as her moaning intensified. Though desiring to lose herself in the moment and shut out the world only to savor the pleasure of being filled she kept her eyes on his, grateful that her many future colts would be blessed with such fine genetics.

With a final, victorious whinny as she let gravity carry her the final few inches, hilting the zebra. Rose gave a sigh of relief and giggled excitedly as relief washed over her lover’s face, delighting in the feel of him so deep inside her, marveling at how complete it made her feel. “We did it, Xephyr! And I’m none the worse for wear!”

Staring at her in wonder, he lifted his head off the bed and kissed her, losing all track of time as their tongues dueled for supremacy.

“Nice one, brother!” Xeno muttered quietly to himself as he looked on proudly. “We’ll make a proper stallion out of you yet!”

Their kiss finally breaking, Roseluck’s expression changed from adoration to assertiveness. Lifting herself up slightly and coating her lover’s apples fully in their juices, she braced herself firmly in Xephyr’s grip and slammed herself down onto him again and again as her head swam with heady emotions and the pleasure and slight pain of sweet, smooth friction. She felt her stomach bulge slightly from his girth; her inner walls reeling from stimulating sensation which seemed to fill her entire body. She could even make out the throb from his racing heart beating into her., his head pushing into her very womb.

“Rose, you are magnificent! So much so that I will not last!” he grunted as he bucked his hips forward, driving himself up into her and she came back down.

“I will release you — reeehhhrrr! — when your seed is mine — reeehhhrrr hrrr! — Master!” Rose grinned nefariously between whinnies as she continued gazing into his eyes; feeling his body tense and very apples contract back into his body as the head of his organ abruptly expanded, the added stimulation sending her over the edge along with him. “Xeph… I’m coming!”

The two wailed in unison as he emptied his formidable seed reserves up and into her fertile birth canal, the magic of his potion driving him to near-instantly recharge and fire again. The pair rode out multiple orgasms for a full minute, soaking the straw beneath them with musk, seed and Roseluck’s telltale floral-scented nectar.

“Not bad, you two!” Xeno clopped two hooves together as the pair cuddled, still locked together.

An aroused Xephyr, still locked inside of his mate, took some time before he could unlock himself from her erotic embrace, not wishing to let her go.

But he did if reluctantly, stepping back to allow his brother his turn. For his part, Xeno rested his hoof on his chin as he considered the coupling he’d just witnessed. “That was better than I’d expected; I won’t lie. It seems even after all this time there are still things I don’t know about my wife-to-be.” His blue eyes gave Roseluck a hungry, predatory stare that made her shiver. “I look forward to discovering them.” His already-masculine voice seemed to drop another octave as he spoke.

Roseluck’s expression turned chagrined. “It wasn’t my intention to hide anything from you, Xeno!”

Instead of responding, Xeno’s eyes darted down towards the floor. He looked back up at Rose and gave her a knowing smile and nodded; an unspoken order she had to obey.

Roseluck looked down at the floor, ears, knees, and tail bowed in an equine curtsy she’d learned early on during her stay. It was a display of dominance, and one she instantly responded to; her dripping marehood clutched desperately as her body made ready to receive his gift.

Satisfied at her display, Xeno smiled. “Of course it wasn’t!” he declared firmly. “To think I’d ever question your decisions is silly. There is not one mare in all Zebracon whom I trust more than you, Roseluck.” He stepped before her kneeled form, his powerful ebony and ivory striped form looming over her. “All the same… it would be good to hear your profession of loyalty to my brother and me before I take you properly.” He stepped back from her, waiting, letting her see but not partake of his arousal.

The stream of nectar dripping from her entrance intensified and she suddenly felt faint. “Yes, Master!”

Xeno examined her posture carefully to ensure she was properly subdued and nodded affirmatively. “Roseluck… what species were you before you came to our lands?”

“M-master, I was an Earth Pony.” She felt the pressure between her thighs begin to climb as the raging fire within her nethers begin to once again rage out of control, the flames of her desire leaping even higher than before

“What species am I?” he continued, his tone oddly formal.

“Master you — ah~! — are a zebra.” Unable to suppress her tail any longer it began to flag freely behind her.

A moment of silence broke over the pair as Xeno watched her wife simmer in her own lustful desires, seeming to melt in front of his eyes. Finally, he nudged her gently on the flank, prompting her to stop flagging her tail. He placed a hoof on her back, feeling the firmness of her muscles on the frog of his hoof. His nose twitched at the strong scent of her musk running down her inner thigh.

Xeno dipped his head underneath his marewife-to-be and nuzzled her teats. “To what nation to you owe your allegiance?”

“Zebracon!” Roseluck continued to disintegrate further as her lover went to work suckling on her taut nipples, leaving it all she could do to stand up.

Satisfied with her answer, Xeno clambered onto her back which ably bore his weight. “One last question, my love, and I will be fully satisfied. What species will our offspring be?”

Xephyr cringed slightly. “Bro, what in the hay are you doing?” he mouthed silently.

Xeno said nothing but merely winked as he waited for her answer.

“Master, our foals will be…” Roseluck’s hips bucked as she felt herself lose the battle against her impending climax. “I-I’m going to come! Master, our foals will be... zebras!” She wailed loudly as she climaxed forcefully, coating her lover’s stallion package as it dangled just off the floor.

Xeno grinned at his brother whose skin burned crimson beneath his white stripes.

“So they will be, Roseluck.” He took hold of the scruff of her neck by his teeth, painlessly but firmly locking his groin into place over her entrance and thrust himself inside, causing some of his brother’s seed to spill out in the process. Her nethers yielded instantly to his intrusion.

Roseluck let out a blissful scream. “Breed me, Master!”

Xeno drew himself out slowly with a wet sucking sound as Roseluck’s inner walls sought to pull him back in. Sufficiently teased he began thrusting aggressively, the pony’s maresong echoing off the walls as he stoically held back his climax.

Between the pressure applied to her neck and vigorous pleasure applied so generously to her slickened nethers, Rose felt the heat and pressure begin to build again. At first, she tried to fight it, embarrassed and somewhat guilty that Xeno was getting her off so easily compared to Xephyr. But her resistance buckled and fell away at the swift and overawing assault of pleasure combined with the knowledge of her certain pregnancy. She came again, her vision blurring orange at its power, but Xeno continued unabated. After some minutes Roseluck found herself on the verge of climax again.

His groin soaked and his own resistance beginning to fail, Xeno gave a muffled whinny through his teeth as he emptied himself into Rose who then climaxed a third time.

Roseluck’s body accepted his gift gratefully. The multiple unfertilized eggs created by the potion that wasn’t already fertilized by Xephyr now housed their future foals.

Xeno dismounted slowly, Roseluck as reluctant as ever to release him from her grasp. “I can’t thank you enough for doing this, Roseluck.” He kneeled down and kissed her stomach. “You will make a fine zebra wife and a great mother for our foals.”

“May there be many, many more of them, my sires!” Roseluck turned and nuzzled Xeno before turning her attention to Xephyr. “Xeffie, are you okay?”

His face announced to all present he was pretty far from okay.

“Oh, Xeffie! You don’t think it’s like that! I just really love the way Xeno talks to me during rutting.” She walked over and lifted his eyes up to hers. “You know what would be just as hot? Hearing it from you.”

His cheeks went crimson. “Did you really mean all of that though?” Xephyr asked, eyeing the earth mare warily. “About not seeing yourself as a pony anymore?”

Roseluck shook her head, giving him a reassuring smile. “I wouldn’t put too much weight on what I say when I’m getting rutted down. As weird as it might sound… I just really enjoy the fantasy element of it. I enjoy a little roleplay in my rutting, and Xeno knows just what to say to really turn me on!” Rose wrapped her front legs around Xephyr and pulled him into a hug. “Oh, but Xeffie? I wasn’t joking about what I said regarding your zebra endowment…”

A silly grin dawned over the zebra’s striped face.

“Seems we all got what we wanted, Xeph!” Xeno threw a single leg around his brother’s back and hugged him as well. “We both learned something tonight.”

Xephyr nodded, his head still swimming from his post-coital glow. “So we did, brother!”

“And now I get to stay in Zebracon forever!” Roseluck’s smile filled the room.

“You’re moving in with us, tonight! We’re picking up your belongings and moving you into the Big House!” Xeno shouted as the other two whooped for joy.

“But guys…” Roseluck looked momentarily fearful. “What if your potion didn’t work? What if I’m still not pregnant yet?”

Xeno and Xephyr grinned at each other before nibbling on Roseluck’s neck, who nickered appreciatively.

“Who said anything about unpacking once we get there?” Xephyr replied innocently, Roseluck giggling merrily as she began tossing her belongings into a large linen sack.

Xeno gave her ample rump a pinch on the rump with his nimble equine toes as she squealed with delight. “Rose… even if you’re not pregnant yet, we’ve got all night to make sure the job gets done.”

“Then let’s not tarry!” she proclaimed. The sooner we get me moved out of here, the sooner we can continue!”

“As you wish, our wife,” Xeno and Xephyr acknowledged as one. Loaded with Roseluck’s possessions in their saddlebags, the three walked off towards the manor house and into the waning sun, the Earth Pony flanked on either side by her zebra husbands and lovers.