Author's Note

Hello, here I am with another fanfic. This time with a story where the main theme will be sex, or my attempt to write something like that. Don't really expect much, even though I'll do my best.

Zebrica

Walking through the desolate desert was a pony, the color of its fur was a very light brown, practically orange. The color of his eyes would give a thousand poems related to the sky. His dark gray mane had several tufts across his forehead, shared color with his tail. But something that definitely stood out was his dark gray vest that matched his hair.

The steed was walking through the desert hoping to find civilization, with years of journalism on his back now heading for his new documentation goal. Zebrica, that country that isolated itself from the world. The steed was known throughout Equestria for its bravery and ability to make a documentation of any animal species, great biologists waited for months for the release of their new books and that unlike Daring Doo, he did not go into antiquity, but in the present of places. In his great repertoire of reports were books on a wide variety of races and places, including changelings and griffins. Something unprecedented that you would not expect, the same steed had said that his great dream was to write a book about dragons, he just had not had the opportunity to obtain the approval of the princesses, to the chagrin of the scientific community.

But going back to the present, the pony had gotten Zebrica's approval to make a documentary about his customs, although he would not receive any help in the writing process. Nothing out of the ordinary, he already had experience doing that. Especially for the taps.

The steed walked to finally see a city in the distance, his starting point to reach the center of the country and that would undoubtedly make his investigation begin.

With renewed energy he began to run towards the city, a smile was drawn on his face and he will finally rest from walking through the desert. Curiously and contrary to what he thought, the border camps did not protect anything other than the entrance to Zebrica, that attracted his attention and he thought about why they spent so much money on protecting the border. But he would soon find out all that, even if it was for the worse.

When there were only a few dozen meters between him and the city he was intercepted by a group of zebra guards who, contrary to what he expected, were not wearing armor. Only a few skins on all its legs and loincloths on its sensitive parts. Something that surprised Anty and he began to wonder if females wear something similar. One of them caught the pony's attention even more, some golden earrings dangled from his ears, a small detail that maybe means something. On the other hand, their weapons were only sharp sticks and broken rocks, nothing very advanced.

"Who are you and how did you get in?" Asked the one with the earrings while pointing the spear, an act that everyone else imitated.

"Easy friends, I have permission to roam your lands," Anty replied as he reached into his saddlebag to finally remove a scroll between his teeth and extend it to the nearest soldier.

The one who seemed to be the captain approached cautiously and grabbed the parchment with his mouth, at that moment the pair shared glances and each one's breath collided with the other's snout, Anty blushed and quickly walked away from the soldier leaving him completely the parchment, Anty looked in another direction and the soldier only walked away to be with his companions, the latter muttering in a language Anty did not understand.

The stallion that had the parchment unwrapped it and began to read aloud to his other companions, in the same language as before, preventing Anty from understanding little or nothing.

"I need to learn the language" Was Anty's thought, however sooner rather than later he was interrupted by the voice of the soldier in front of him.

"Well boy, welcome to Zebrica. Get ready, maybe the change is too abrupt for a pony" Said the guard with whom he had exchanged the parchment, he rolled up the paper but not before putting a letter in without Anty noticing.

Both looked at each other for a few seconds until the guard approached with the scroll in his mouth and offered it to Anty, the pony approached with doubt and grabbed the scroll between his teeth. They shared another look, but this time Anty didn't move away. I gaze absorbed at the other's black pupils, wondering why he was not surprised at the situation they had. Even with doubts the pony turned away from the zebra with the parchment in his mouth, turned his neck and put the paper in his saddlebag, letting it fall, but when he did that, he looked at how there was a piece of paper that protruded from the inside of the rolled parchment. He left that for later and turned to the guard, watching him walk away along with the rest of his companions.

Anty stared moments later taking out the parchment and with it the letter that he would swear wasn't there before. She took out the parchment and unwrapped it causing the letter to fall to the ground, raised it doubtfully and looked at the contents inside. Curiously, the words were in classic equestrian, something Anty did not expect at all.

"Hello, if you receive this letter, then you have interested me enough to give it to you. Relax, it is not mandatory that you do what I am going to tell you but if at any time you need 'help' you can contact me. Just go to the local militia headquarters in town and ask for me, the rest will be a piece of cake. By the way, my name is Close Contact"

Anty read with doubt and just kept the letter together with the parchment, with some doubt he began to walk towards the city noticing that the group of soldiers had already entered the city. She gave a heavy sigh and began to walk towards the city, hoping that she could start the book as soon as possible.

On the other hand, the group of soldiers who intercepted Anty were talking to each other.

"Did you see that pony's ass? It was to give him a buuuurff. He was too good for a stud,”said one of the soldiers while pretending to lick someone's butt. His classmates laughed until finally one of them spoke.

"Yes, a big butt worthy of any mare. But forget about that, the captain has already taken an interest in him." Another of the soldiers spoke while he observed the one who had spoken with the pony." Will you share it sir?"

"Easy, I told him that if he needed 'help' come with me, now you just have to ask someone to steal all your money and he will come. When I'm done, you can play with him", The zebra spoke looking at his soldiers, they let out a fanciful sigh at the captain's words.

"That's why he's the best captain!" Said the first soldier who spoke, he was immediately accompanied by his companions who praised their superior with joy.

"Now, don't be licking boots," the captain spoke as he walked towards the barracks. "See you later, get someone to take care of taking the money and it will only be a matter of time."