It had been a long time coming. We were here before any other race learned how to fend for themselves, we established ourselves as the backbone for the early world to grow upon and become strong and stand against a world fraught with dangers that none could challenge alone. We Zebras ruled the mightiest empire, spanning corner to corner of the world establishing ourselves as the cornerstone of civilization. Now, look at us, at how far we have fallen from our alter upon high after being scorched by the sun. Scattered like the ashes of the dead as we wander all across the world like nomads or petty drifters that are often seen as vagrants to society.

From the seemingly endless scorching deserts, to vibrant and flourishing forests, to the windy grasslands that were touched by the fine sands that kissed the oceans. We have our continent, our motherland still but she is but a fragment of her once beautiful self, but most having forgotten about it and been scattered across the planet. A sacred place that was spared absolute destruction and the one place that the Sun could not reach or simply chose not to out of pity. It was where we began and allowed us this second chance after our empire had burned to ash. Like a phoenix we rose from the ashes that buried us after the sun brought its wrath upon us, struggling for so long and fighting to survive.

After so long, the time for our second coming and the rebirth of our empire would arise and become the pillar of the world once again, strong enough that even that fury of the sun would not be able to snuff us out as it did before. We would take back all that was once ours and after centuries of waiting. We have our chance to reclaim what is rightfully ours from the false gods that took what did not belong to them. We will not fail.

The mix of steam and smoke from the Ponyville train filled the air as it clouted the air above it, along with the piercing hum of the whistle as the steam was vented from it, and the shouts of the conductor. Several ponies from across Equestria both excited and boarded the train, some gathering luggage, while others were meeting relatives or friends. The diversity of ponies and other inhabitants of the lands was somewhat impressive with how not too long ago it was almost exclusively just ponies. While the ponies went about their business, a lone figure casually walked off the train. A male zebra, his broad chest covered by a simple silk shirt and his toned legs covered in a pair of black pants. His sharp eyes looked around the train station for his rendezvous. After a few moments, the zebra saw his friend, another male zebra dressed in a tight looking black shirt and pants. Brushing his black and white mane with his hands, the zebra smiled as he approached the other zebra.

"Greetings." The Zebra greeted his friend, shaking his hand with a smile. His eyes surveying the station, seeing the many other passengers as they left the train. “It seems things are well.”

"Greetings Master." The other Zebra responded. "The other Siri are ready to-"

"Not here, do not let your excitement cause you to forget your training." The main Zebra interrupted his ‘friend’, looking around to see if anypony was overhearing them. Thankfully, nopony was paying the two Zebras any mind. "We will continue this in a quieter place and in the shade of our own. And for now, restrain from using those titles."

"As you wish...Zakia." The other Zebra nodded, accepting the order. "This way."

While Zakia and his friend the Siri Zebra walked down the road through Ponyville. Zakia smiled at the sights; ponies of all ages and races were enjoying themselves or some form of manual labor. Zakia kept his eyes on everything that occurred around him; especially all the mares who he walked by. The mares were all in rather modest attires. Shirts, pants, and often skirts and blouses; nothing like his home of Zebra-pya. Their attire was more exposed and free in most cases. Not hiding one's figure, to be proud of what you look like and most importantly were their stripes to be shown to all those around them. To a non-Zebra, all stripes looked the same; but to a Zebra, it might as well be a difference in color. Every angle, every thickness, every subtle and near impossible to see differences in the stripes were a sign of the Zebra's upbringing, social status, and of course, which deity they serve. These stripes grew and changed over time depending on how someone grew themselves, a fact that not many non zebra’s knew of. Zakia's stripes, to a non-Zebra, was seen as just fairly attractive and curiously exotic. But to Zebra culture, Zakia's stripes showed he was of a noble birth, receiving an exceptional education, and he was in service to the deity of Harvest, Fertility and Prosperity .

"I believe they have what we're looking for Zakia.” The Siri commented, noticing Zakia's observations. “Though many are very prude or sheltered, that can be easily changed with direct interactions."

"They have...potential" Zakia replied, both their voices were quiet as whispers. "But I must see how she has handled our Siri. Then we shall go from there, I am expecting good things though if I am to judge by the reports alone."

"Very well." The Siri answered. "She's encamped herself in a perfect place to proceed. The locals call it the Everfree Forest; a swamp and forest all in one, with the crumbling ruins of our ancient empire outposts. As well as a Gaia Vain which has made it far easier to hide in plain sight of the Sun"

"I've read about those woods and ruins from one of the Elders books back in Zebra-pya." Zakia commented, thinking back to his studies. "This was one of many territories from the empire. But look at it...ponies everywhere and our history forgotten, or more likely erased by the Sun’s scorching reach."

"It’s as you say Zakia. Please this way" The Siri nodded, directing Zakia towards the entrance to the Everfree. “Too many are too superstitious to venture too deeply into these woods, so there is plenty of security and privacy.”

The Everfree Forest was everything Zakia expected it to be. The damp, darkness of the woods, the ominous feeling of no hope, the scents of other animals, and fear lingered heavily in the air that would make even larger and more powerful predators wary of wandering into it’s dark depths. It was the perfect place to plan his moves, and further the goal to rebuild our once glorious empire; it was the perfect place for an outpost over a long period of time as well. Allowing Siri movement to be far less hindered than in most other places, it was out of sight and out of mind and most avoided the place. Even guards themselves rarely entered the area from what he came to understand.

Zecora had chosen wisely to operate from here, and Zakia would now do the same. Along the walk, Zakia looked over his attire. Back home, his armor and robes were a sign of his duty and role as Akili, the current master of the goals. But here in Equestria, where the locals were ignorant to Zebra customs, may find his clothing too strange or eye-catching for what he would be doing which would be to not be easily seen and picked out from a crowd. He would have to remedy that before he could begin as he needed more than the simple clothing he wore on his train ride here.

For now, he would need to meet with Zecora; for two reasons. Because she was a central piece that can tell him where and how to proceed with his arrival. She was Zakia's destined mate from what was foreseen by the shamans when they were both very young. Their roles in the tribe and the coming events had prevented that from fully blooming. He had spent far less time than he wanted before. So Zakia was eager to see her again, after so many years he yearned to see how she had grown. He had read some reports about her roles over the years, but was more focused on what he would say to her after so long being apart.

Arriving at the hut, Zakia chuckled a little under his breath at the sight. The wooden hut was carved out of the tree and extended a bit out. The hanging bottles of various herbs and incense dangled to keep any wild animals away, and the masks of "Greetings" and "Peace" were a welcome sight. It was like Zecora had established a small piece of home in this Zebraless land. Knocking on the door, Zakia awaited Zecora's response. His waiting wasn't long, as he heard a sound come from the other side. Even before the door opened, he felt a rare sensation of anticipation and eagerness, though he steadied his nerves as the beautiful frame of the zebra opened the door.

"Who has come to me at this hour?" Zecora's voice echoed from the other side, opening the door to see Zakia. "Nusu yangu nyingine*?!” Though her words were exotic to any pony, Zakia’s hears welcomed Zecora’s words as she called him "My other half”.

"Sasa nusu mbili zimejaa*." Zakia greeted, leaning in and kissing Zecora's lips. Zecora offered no resistance, and if anything, she kissed back more passionately, allowing her tongue to enter Zakia's. Her mind only swam in delight as Zakia’s words warmed her as she hugged him closer. After the brief, yet passionate kiss, Zakia stepped back and smiled. "It has been too long Zecora."

"Y-yes it has Zakia." Zecora blushed, her body was now feeling hot and eager, her hands hugging her body. “I had dreamed of this day for so long. So very, very long.”

Fully entering the hut, Zakia had a look around. The hut appeared to be that of a simple shaman's hut. But to a Zebra, there were many subtleties that nopony would pick up on. Taking a quick whiff, Zakia could smell the aroma of the many ponies who have visited Zecora, but no lingering musky smell from her bedroom aside from her own. So she has remained untouched by the ponies in town. Moving his gaze towards the zebra mare, Zakia looked her over. Zecora's attire was a simple cloth top and loincloth. Brown in color, that tightly hugged her features. She was definitely something any male would want to be in. But her poise and composed expression gave her a dignified look and one of a mare not so easily approached.

"It seems you are doing well for yourself Zecora." Zakia said, sitting down, his tone sounding a mix of professional with casual undertones. "I hope you have not been distracted from the mission."

"No, no Zakia." Zecora said, getting to her knees and resting her hands on Zakia's leg. "I have done everything I was asked of. I infiltrated this town, established a home in a remote place, and have used various herbs to help the ponies in town to gain their trust."

"Good, good." Zakia said, placing his hand on Zecora's head, giving her a soft pet. He then turned to the Siri agent. "I suspect you already have a dossier of targets for me correct?"

"Yes Master.” The Siri nodded with a bow. “Shall I retrieve it and present it after you've had time to unwind?" Zakia’s lips curled into a smirk as he heard the emphasis in her tone as she spoke.

"Yes, now go." Zakia ordered as the Siri left without a sound. His gaze was brought back to the trembling yet happy Zecora. "Let's see what else you have learned and to see if you have yearned for our meeting again as much as I have."

"Z-zakia?" Zecora answered, letting out a small moan when she felt Zakia's hand reach down and grope one of her beasts. The sudden touch of her Zakia was a shiver through her body. She only wanted more, she had no other stallion ever touch her. Her nights since she arrived have been lonely and a challenging task. She needed this now, she needed the embrace of her other half. Taking her hand and placing it on Zakia's, Zecora had the rough hand push against the breast, groping it and letting Zecora feel more pleasure. "It feels good."

"Good." Zakia smiled releasing his grip and having his hands touch the golden cuffs on his wrists. Touching at the gemstones on the cuffs, Zakia's clothing vanished from him, leaving him completely naked. The sudden change took Zecora a moment to recompose herself, but the sight of Zakia's cock sheath made her breath heavy, and her body tingle. “You seem eager.”

"How can I not? It's been so long… far far too long." Zecora moaned, placing her face against Zakia’s balls and giving the entrance of Zakia’s sheath a long deep lick. “I haven’t tasted your grace in so long. I’ve almost forgotten your musk.” Running her tongue from Zakia’s balls to his sheath, stimulating the bulge to draw out Zakia’s cock. “Please remind me so I never forget it even a little bit.”

As Zecora's soft touch stroked at Zakia's cock sheath, Zakia leaned back to enjoy the sight. Before she left for Equestria, Zakia and Zecora enjoyed at least one night together though they were young at the time she remembered it fondly, and this would be the best way to finish this reunion. Though as she went to make her intentions clear of how she wanted to enjoy their reunion. She was taken back as her hands grazed over his chest. A low hum emitted from Zakia’s torso as a series of markings formed and spread across his body, forming glyphs and runes in a way that flowed so naturally that unless you know what they were you’d never know that they were either. The markings didn’t stop at his chest or arms but even glazed off his groin, dancing around his heavy sack and ebony pillars of flesh. “Oh my…” was all that she could muster as a response to what she saw. When they were young she saw only a small part of them before and it was only at the nap of Zakia’s neck did it show. Now though they were all over his figure, that low glow made him seem like some type of deity.

"This is?!" Zecora's eyes widened even more. The last time she had seen Zakia, he was only a young colt who had only just received his sacred blessing. "They have spread so much… reaching all over you. Does this mean that the blessing has fully taken root? Or will it expand further? ."The low hum and light blue hue of his markings dimmed and faded away as if they had never existed. Zakia’s hand reaching towards her head, caressing it slightly.

"Yes… and no. Mavuno’s blessing has fully taken hold of me but it is not done. As time goes on, as I grow stronger it will mature. Right now, ‘I am still a sapling that needs to root itself before I may grow’ as my mentor put it. She taught me much, but much more has yet to be learned but for now. Let's enjoy our reunion shall we my love?. '' Zakia smiled, looking at Zecora bringing her other hand to stroke the secondary cock. "When we were young, they were more manageable for our age but now they have fully grown and I wish to see if you can handle them like you did before.

"Oh Zakia." Zecora moaned, stroking at the two perfect cocks in front of her. A faint smell radiated from the cocks, it was a musk, a potent musk that was driving Zecora's senses insane with lust. "Can I...can I indulge in them?."

"I believe you deserve to have a taste of my new endowments Zecora." Zakia smiled. “First, let's start with your mouth." Zecora moaned as she shifted her eyes from Zakia’s face to his cocks. “Come...worship the blessing that Mavuno has bestowed unto me.”

Zecora wasted no time and scrambled to nuzzle Zakia’s crotch affectionately, tickling at his balls with her skin. Zakia leaned back to get a better view of Zecora’s actions; so far, he was pleased. She rubbed her head all over Zakia’s crotch, making sure to catch as much of his musk as possible; as well as exciting him further. After a few minutes of this having her lick and lavish his balls and sheath a little bit would be nice, then stopped to look up at Zakia, his balls over her mouth and his cocks hanging just over her muzzle.

“Thank you Zakia, for allowing this horny cunt to taste your wonderful essence.” Zecora moaned, giving Zakia’s shaft a small lick and then continued, “Blessed to our Mavuno, for granting this slut a chance to serve her master.” Zecora grinned widely, brutally shoving as much of Zakia’s first shaft into her mouth as she could. But after a few more attempts, Zecora’s throat couldn’t take the length. Saddened that she could not take it all, Zecora was determined to take in the entirety of Zakia’s length regardless of how it would damage her throat.

“Just start bobbing your head like a good slut.” Zakia ordered, impatient over Zecora’s out of touch techniques. “I came to see you after all this time, and you have grown soft.”

This however, was not completely true. Zecora’s skills have been honed to near perfection in his mind. She was once familiar with Zakia’s cock. But had grown so used to servicing ponies, but never physically, she put those that paid appropriately into a dream like a state of euphoria that allowed her to practice on them at an ethereal level. While it seemed like a simple spell to many that saw it. It was far more complex and was one of the reasons she was given the task that she had. She was very skilled in shamanistic arts and old magic. But now she had to quickly relearn how she had once pleased her mate and master. Bobbing her head again, but in a more focused and controlled manner, Zecora began a passionate rhythm, making sure to gently rub her tongue along Zakia’s length while ensuring her teeth were not touching the thickness.

Zecora’s head bobbed up and down in her passionate rhythm, she had to do everything she could to please Zakia. She wanted to show she was still worthy of being his mate; his other half. Zakia only watched, he wanted to see how determined Zecora was to please and serve him. Her mouth was like a warm, wet silky embrace as she began to wrap her tongue around Zakia’s girth. Keeping the shaft moist, Zecora pushed herself further, taking in more and more of the length into her mouth without hesitation. Zakia could feel Zecora’s passion in her mouth and even let out a small groan to let the zebra know she was pleasing him.

Zakia leaned his head back in satisfaction. He knew Zecora had it in her, it only took the right motivation. And Zecora was quite inspired; it had only taken a short while to drive Zakia near the edge of an orgasm, yet the final push never came. Looking down, Zakia saw Zecora looking at him mischievously. It looked like she wanted to play. She wanted her master to take her head in his grasp and give her a good face fucking. Zakia smiled wickedly at her, placing his hands on her head, gently stroking her mane.

“Very well, my dear slut.” Zakia replied to Zecora’s silent request; his hands gripped at Zecora’s mane, tugging at it a little. “You’ve earned a small reward for your efforts.”

Zakia could see Zecora’s eyes light up with happiness as his hands moved from her mane and roughly grabbed her mane and began to give her the face fucking she wanted. He didn’t care if he was hurting or even allowing Zecora the chance to breathe. All that escaped her mouth were happy moans and muffled screams of pleasure. If anything, she seemed to be thinking of how great it is to be used and abused by him like the heat stricken slut she was. Now in control, Zakia felt his balls churn and his giant, bestial shafts throbbed in anticipation for his orgasm.

“Here’s your reward, my precious whore.” Zakia smiled, exploding cum deep into her throat, much to her pleasure. Looking into Zecora’s lust glossed eyes, Zakia could only laugh. “Ahaha, that’s the Zecora I remember. That eager look in your eyes, and a body made to take my cum.”

Zecora’s belly bulged a little, enough to show anypony looking that she feasted on a good meal of cock and cum. For Zecora, this was her only purpose in life, to serve as a vessel for Zakia’s lust and goals, to service him and take every ounce he pumped into her. The thought only made Zakia cum harder. Knowing Zecora had been appropriately reminded of her role to him made his cock cum even more brutal than before, blasting at the back of her throat. Finally, the flow of cum stopped; thought Zecora had not noticed, she was too busy rubbing her belly and pulling back slightly. With a final thrust, she slammed her face onto Zakia’s cock; sending a shock of pleasure coursing through him and milked out a few more spurts of cum. Zecora’s motion was so direct and able to strike hard at Zakia’s core that it nearly made his knees wobble.

“Thank you for my reward, Master,” Zecora smiled before a cute burp escapes her. “Your loyal whore appreciates this honor, to taste your essence after so long.” She shivered with delight as she savored the taste of her Master.

“We’re not done yet my dear.” Zakia smiled, patting her gently on the head. "We still have two more holes left to fill with my cum."

"Y-yes Zakia!" Zecora said in excitement, turning around and laying on her back, her seductive and wanting gaze faced Zakia. Her expression held a smile of pleasure, as she slowly rubbed her wet and dripping pussy in anticipation. "Please give this slutty cunt your cock master. It's been so long."

“Oh no, my dear.” Zakia smirked, his smile only making Zecora shiver in delight. “I think we can try something first.”

Leaning down, Zakia licked his lips as he let his long tongue snake out of his mouth. Zecora knew what this could mean and only let out a squeal of joy as Zakia moved in closer. Looking at his prize, Zakia saw Zecora had added a few new piercings to her pussy. Where only one or two labia piercings were, there were now three golden hoops on each of her pussy lips, and a shimmering gem hoop piercing through her eager looking clit. Not wanting to be too coddling, Zakia moved forward, nearly smacking his mouth on Zecora’s pussy. The zebra arched her head back in pleasure as she felt Zakia’s mouth open her soaking pussy, allowing his thick and long tongue easy access to her softness.

Zakia’s tongue slithered and shoved itself deep into Zecora’s pussy. It was so thick and long as it moved in and out of her inner folds, Zecora almost though there was a cock inside her. Looking up, Zecora’s eyes widened as she realized it was still Zakia’s tongue. It was amazing how his tongue was able to poke and flick at her cervix with ease, and rub so vigorously at her sweet and sensitive spots. Zecora let out another squeal, feeling her body shake and shiver as her mind could barely handle surges of pleasure that shot through her. Zakia, feeling how much wetter and tighter Zecora’s pussy was becoming around his tongue. He could almost laugh at how easily she shuddered at his touch. Her taste was a sweetness he had never forgotten. Not since their last time together had Zakai savored Zecora’s flavor. It was as rich as honey, but ran over his tongue like a rare wine. It was a taste he knew only he could truly enjoy.

“P-please…” Zecora moaned, her tongue almost hangin out as she felt herself reaching an orgasm that was hammering through her body. “It feels so good!” Feeling it was time to finish this, Zakia pulled his tongue out, only to shove its full length into Zecora’s pussy, moving into her womb as she flailed in orgasm. Zakia kept his tongue in Zecora for a few more minutes, letting her enjoy her afterglow before finally pulling his length out, savoring that last taste.

“That was delicious.” Zecora wiped his mouth with his one hand. Looking down at the twitching mare, Zakia felt he was not yet finished. Zakia wanted to tease her more; stroking his bloated cock back to erection. “If you want it, then tell me just how much you want it,”

“I want it! I wish for it more than anything else right now! I am your mate, your slut and the wet eager whore with a sopping hole for you to stuff as you please. I want your cocks inside me, stirring up my insides and your hot cum in my womb!” Zecora begged, getting up only to lay back on the table in the center of the hut. She then began to rub her pussy spreading the thick mare lips apart before shoving two then three fingers inside her wanting and heated orifice of carnal desire. “I need your cum in my hungry pussy! Please, don't make me say anymore and pump me full of your hot, thick cum!”

Zakia was both amazed and pleased with how eager Zecora was. It was like the zebra had thrown away herself and existed only for his pleasure. Stepping closer and taking a firmer hold of her hip, Zakia decided to further tease Zecora, by rubbing his shaft along her slit, his flared head slightly parting her entrance before sliding back across it. Denying her what she wanted most, moistening it with her juices. Zecora squealed with glee and wrapped her legs around Zakia’s body. Zakia smiled wickedly; as much as he wanted to plow her and fuck her hard and raw, he also wanted to see just how far he could tease Zecora before she would screams for it.

“Master Zakia... please... stop teasing me! I want it, I need your cock in my burning cunt now!” Zecora moaned pleadingly, her tail rising up to caress Zakia’s hanging balls, while her hands groped and played with her massive boobs. “Please, I’m begging you, please fuck my cunt, I need to be filled and ravaged!”

“Well that is the proper way to beg. But I’m not done playing with you...Hmmm, maybe I should take it even slower?” Zakia said, nonchalantly attempting to pull away from Zecora’s pussy.

“No!” Zecora screams; tightened her legs about Zakia’s waist with enough force that she managed to lift herself up and smacked herself firmly against his crotch, rubbing her gushing pussy against him. Zecora let out squeals of want and pleasure. “I want it, I NEED it! Please do not deny me this any longer mwenzi wangu*. Please fuck me!”

Zakia chuckled at how far he pushed her. Sliding his thick cock against her pussy his girth rubbed against her piercings, making her bite her lip in pleasure as the piercings shot electrical pleasure through her body, making her pussy wink and twitch. Zakia bent down and groped at her breasts roughly, drawing out a desperate moan out of her. Slowly Zakia leaned towards her ears, breathing heavily in her ear; making Zecora’s body shiver in a near orgasm. Zakia could feel Zecora’s heat from her juicy cunt as his tip brushed against the wet lips. She pushed and grinded her hips against Zakia's massive cock with all her might, with no regards if she would get hurt in the process; nor would she care even if he wanted to hurt her.

“F-Forgive me master. My sobbing cunt isn’t worthy of your cocks.” Zecora’s eyes almost began to tear up from her shortcoming. Zakia continued to grind against her, lubing up his shaft as well as he could, stretching Zecora’s pussy little by little. After a bit of effort, Zakia managed to get some of his cockhead inside.

“See?” Zakia smirks at his success, looking down as the mare was gurgling in delight and orgasm. “That is how you get a huge cock inside you.”

Zecora thrust and bucked her body against Zakia’s cock; trying her best to plunge herself upon him. Zakia, wanting greater control, let go of Zecora’s breast and grabbed at her thigh, flipping her knees above her head. Zecora gasped and smiled at her master as Zakia began to forcefully pound into her; his balls slapping hard against her ass and her tail thrashed about. Zakia grunted and began panting, feeling his next orgasm rapidly approaching. His cock throbbed and leaked copious quantities of thick pre cum.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes! Fuck yes! Give it to me! Fuck me raw!” Zecora squealed in lustful joy, smacking herself as hard with Zakia as he was with her. “Hurt me, make my used up cunt feel sore and begging for more!”

Believing it was time to end his fun, Zakia let out one last vicious thrust; bottoming out his cock into Zecora’s body with the force to nearly knock her back. Zakia’s thrust caused Zecora to press hard into the floor and busted his second load deep inside her; painting her walls a steaming white all the way to her eager and needy womb. Even though her cervix was unable to stop the torrent Zakia unleashed upon her, all it did was open up and feast on Zakia’s flooding spunk. When Zakia’s second orgasm finally died down; Zakia laughed as he left. Zecora’s belly looked even fuller than it was before which wasn’t too surprising after what just transpired. She looked almost bloated enough to be knocked up on his load.

“Did I please you, Master?” Zecora asks, awaiting Zakia’s judgement. Her eyes gazed longingly into Zakia’s looking for his approval. “Did I make up for all that lost time.”

“You were exceptional. Even better than last time.” Zakia smiled, even leaning down to gently rub Zecora’s head. But as he finished being gentle, Zakia then gestured to Zecora to get to her feet. “But we’re not finished yet. We still have your tight asshole to inspect.”

“Yes, master!” Zecora smiled in eagerness, struggling to get up despite her bloated stomach. “I want your cock to fill my fuckable tailhole.”

Once on her hands and knees, Zecora swayed her full ass invitingly, having her tail sway back and forth seductively to spread the scent of her arousal. The prospect of having her ass fucked by her master was made evident by the trickles of love juices running down her legs. Leaning forward, Zakia pressed his still erect cock against Zecora’s crack, grinding his shaft on her ass and savoring the feeling of her soft yet firm ass.

“Prepare yourself.” Zakia ordered, nudging his cock at the pucker entrance. “Once I start, it will not end until I stuff your slutty ass with my cum.”

Zecora only cooed and shivered as she felt Zakia pressing his cockhead against her pucker. With a low groan, Zakia wedged his cockhead into Zecora’s tight hole; instantly feeling the zebra mare’s firm, vice like anal grip. Zecora moaned lewdly, the pain of having her ass penetrated had not even registered. It was far drowned out by her euphoria of pleasure. Her body pushed against Zakia’s cock, trying to squeeze more of the majestic girth and length inside her. Her swollen belly slushed and swayed with the full cum loads as she backed herself more to take the rest of his shaft inside her.

Zakia smirked at the thought of how bloated Zecora would be after his next load. Would he release so much that it would cause Zecora to spit up? Would he laugh or make her lap up the spilled cum like a heat stricken animal? These thoughts and questions only make the dominating zebra stallion press harder, gripping at Zecora’s hips; digging his finger hard against the soft flesh as he shoved another portion of himself inside her.

“Yesssss... Master, fuck your slut’s ass! Fuck me until my ass is gaping wide. Oh fuck, it feels so good!” Zecora screamed in pleasure, long forgetting that pain could ever exit when Zakia was fucking her. “My ass is begging for your cock, please keep filling it!”

Zakia smirked, nearly chuckling in satisfaction as he continued to force as much of his shaft in as he could. It wasn’t until he reached a point where he was pushing against Zecora so hard and deep, he could not push any more of his length inside. Zecora could only squeal desperately in opposition to this delay. Zecora gripped at the floor with her hands and pushed back herself. She knew this wasn’t Zakia’s limit yet, she had to prove she could take his length to the hilt inside of her; at any cost. Pulling forward, only to shove herself so hard backwards, that Zakia almost cringed at the tightness and subtle pain Zecora’s ass was bringing him. But when her soft assflesh pressed against his waist, Zakia only took a breath to steady himself.

Rapidly reaching his next limit, Zakia wasted no time and began to brutally fuck the horny zebra’s ass; drawing out every last moan, squeal, and scream of pleasure as he attempted to utterly destroy Zecora’s asshole with his full length. Zecora had no issues about letting the world know that she’s was enjoying her ass fucking; she pushed back with every thrust, her sound echoing and nearly shaking the hut. With such a brutal fucking Zakia had no doubt that Zecora’s ass was going to be sore for a while; if not, maybe even be gaping wide for weeks. And yet Zecora didn’t seem to care... pleasing Zakia was far more important.

Feeling his precious slut deserved a reward, Zakia slapped Zecora’s ass roughly, causing the erotic assflesh to jiggle. Zecora moaned in pleasure and her ass began constricting Zakia’s girth with her anal muscles as tight as she could. In response, Zakia picked up the rhythm of his thrusting, as well as keeping up the occasional smack of his palm on her sore flank; turning the ass cheeks red. It was the dirty sounds of slapping that completed the erotic scene, Zakia could feel his balls tighten and churn with cum; as his massive cock wildly throbbed and twitched. Deciding it was time to bring pleasure to an end, Zakia gave one last powerful thrust, filling Zecora’s ass hole with more cum than his previous loads combined.

Zecora’s belly filled and inflated, not stopping even as she started to look several months pregnant. Her ass clenched hard around Zakia, trying to prevent his still pumping load from spilling out; but inevitably, a few weak trickles escaped from around his softening girth. Zakia released his last long and thick ropes of cum with a couple more hard thrusts and then pulled out of Zecora’s ass all at once. What followed was the sound of a loud smacking sound of his tight ass cheeks slapping each other, followed by the watery sound of Zakia’s cum gushing out of her hole. Zecora, in her weakened state, could only try to block most of the flow with her hand as she weakly placed it on her rear entrance.

"That was very good Zecora." Zakia smiled, much to Zecora's satisfaction. " You have certainly proved your devotion...except...there is something you're forgetting."

"W-what is it Master?" Zecora asked, before feeling the hard tip of Zakia's second cock probing her cum soaked holes, blocking the flowing cum. “M-master? Isn’t that?”

"You were perfect in pleasuring one of my cocks." Zakia stated, groping hard at Zecora's sore and sensitive flank. "But I still have another cock that wants to fuck."

Zecora could only gulp in anticipation and a little intimidation with how much only one cock gave her; a second would fill her even more. It would probably destroy her and ruin her to other males. Not that it mattered. Zakia was the only stallion for her, and with how divine his cocks are, she would be in utter bliss for hours in a strong afterglow. Zakia would normally worry about breaking a mare’s pussy and ass so brutally, but there was plenty of time. Zakia and Zecora had until the following morning before they would need to proceed with the planning. There was plenty of time.

Author's Note

*Nusu yangu nyingine - My other half
*Sasa nusu mbili zimejaa - Now the two halves are full
*mwenzi wangu - my partner