Zebrican Life

Chapter 1

The sun shining brightly in the sky, the warm winds blowing everywhere making the grasslands dance in its wake, the dusty aroma of a land that was home to strange peoples with strange customs and even stranger affiliations. A land that once, long ago, ensured that only the brutal, the cunning, and the deceitful could survive but that had been tamed into a new prosperous, albeit isolated nation.

Zebrica.

For many, Zebrica was a dry, scorching land that, while fertile, was not worth bothering with. For others, it was a beautiful landscape filled with life, danger, and adventure.

For Zecora, it was the home she had left many years ago to pursue her dreams. But now that she had accomplished that goal, it was time to go back home, if only for a little while. As she approached the outskirts of her tribe, she could see the farmlands being tended and the animals being tended for their produce. Removing her cloak, she instantly got a few curious glances and her share fair of stares as she advanced, but they weren’t malicious or petty.

Arriving at the gates of her tribe, the guards instantly moved to intercept her.

“Halt, who goes there?” One of the guards asked.

“A weary traveler that has come from a faraway land. One that seeks shelter, food, and a place to rest, not stand,” Zecora replied, smiling at the guards.

“P-Pardon us, Shaman!” The guards instantly backed down and bowed to her in utmost respect. “We were unaware we would be receiving the visit of a Shaman this day. Are you perhaps here to visit Shaman Zhilia?” As he asked that question, the gates were opened.

She nodded. “Indeed I have, for a long time has passed without seeing her face. And, if I’m lucky, I can meet my father without giving chase,” she said.

“Holy Spirits… Zecora?” Another guard said, making the others murmur. “Is it really you, Zecora?”

“A long time has passed and my name still rings in your tongue? How fortunate I am to have a friend standing here from the time I was young,” she giggled. “Hello, Fior, how are you doing in your life? I hope it has been good and that you’ve found a wife.”

“O-Oh! Yes, yes! You honor me, Shaman! I mean, Zecora! I mean… errr, yes, thank you I have a wife and three wonderful offspring!” Fior exclaimed, elated beyond belief. “I can’t believe that you would remember my name after all this time, Zecora. Sir, may I escort the Shaman to her household?”

“You may. It is good to see you again, Zecora. And now, you’re a Shaman through and through. I can feel the power you carry,” the first guard said, bowing his head again in respect.

Zecora nodded, offering the guards a smile while Fior signaled her to follow him. Taking his kind gesture of friendship, she stepped past the gates of her tribe, the Spirit Seekers Tribe, and her heart throbbed with an unfamiliar dread. For a moment she considered turning back and return to her home in the Everfree forest, but the momentary fear was extinguished almost as soon as it appeared.

With a steady pace, the duo walked through the ample streets where Zecora could see how much things have changed and how much things remained the same since her departure. There were stalls filled with the normal production of the tribe: masks, pots, ceramics, small statues representing several types of spirits, various decorations, some metalworks like jewelry and rings, and a limited variety of foods. What was new, however, were the cleary imported Equestrian goods that some stalls were selling.

“I see Zebrica has been opening its borders more since my departure long ago. Pray tell, my old friend, has this change come with any lingering woe?” She asked, curiously.

“Not at all. Prince Zhamir has pushed for further cooperation with Equestria for years now. I don’t know the full details, lowly tribe’s guard that I am, but it has been a tough fight for him, that much I can tell you, but his successful politicking show in those stalls all over Zebrica. They are quite popular, especially the anal-dock rings and the see-through plugs. My wife uses a ring and I couldn’t be happier!” Fior answer, his cock unsheathing itself at the thought of his lovely wife’s bottom.

Zecora didn’t pry any further and merely hummed in approval, knowing full well the ever-shifting fashion senses in Equestria, though she was happy to hear that her adoptive home did its research on what could appeal to her homeland the best.

As they continued to walk, she noticed mares, all of them bald with the exception of the young foals, and with their anuses and pussies spread wide and exposed thanks to ritualistic rings to keep them that way. Some stallions were courting mares, others were mounting their wives or beloveds right there and there in the middle of the street. The more they approached the household of her parents, the more familiar faces she came across, all of them greeting her and she did the same with polite nods and smiles, thanking their pleasantries in kind.

Zecora felt a sense of regret upon seeing many foals running and playing, couples showing their love, and her people working hard to build a better, brighter tomorrow. But that was replaced by joy upon seeing her old household, much, much bigger than she remembered it being.

“Well, Zecora, this is as far as I come. A gentle breeze may follow your path, blessed Shaman,” Fior said, bowing his head in respect. “It was good to see you again.”

Zecora nodded, offering her old foalhood friend a nod before he moved away, likely returning to his post. Taking the rest of the steps on her own, she stood in front of her home’s door. Like the vast majority of the houses, it was round and vast, having a nice area around it to allow a small private garden or a play zone for foals. Judging by the new size of the house she grew up in, it had expanded at least twice its original size and added a second floor on top of it; quite the rarity amongst her tribe but not unfeasible for those wealthy enough to afford it.

Knocking at the door, she heard the clamoring of many hooves before a sweet, young voice called.

“Who is it?”

“A visitor from a faraway land. Open now, before my hooves turn to sand,” she talked back and could hear a gasp followed by the door locks clanging open to then let the wooden barrier part and reveal a small, young filly. “Hello there, little one. Is this the house I seek for you to stand in stun?”

“MOOOOMMA! Moooomma! Big sister Zecora is here!” She cried out, tears forming in her eyes as she darted inside the house.

Zecora let herself into her old household and admired its beauty. Only then she realized it was virtually identical to her house in the Everfree. She smiled upon seeing the welcoming masks, especially the one representing familial unity and below it a cacophony of pictures of the family she left behind. Some faces she recognized but there were a lot more that she did not. Her attention was shifted elsewhere when she heard several hoofsteps running towards her. The first thing she saw was a small sea of foals of various ages running around an older but beautiful mare, her mother.

As they approached, she noticed that her sisters and mother were all bald, both their heads and tail lacking any hair unlike hers, but her two youngest sisters lacked the anal rings that kept them exposed, since they were still too young to attend their ritual. Her brothers were starting to show their power and growth, becoming handsome males. The only ones not present were her oldest brother and her father. As if invoking them, they appeared from the same path her mother and younger siblings had, both of them looking strong and dirty.

“Do mine eyes deceive me and are you a mirage? Zecora, my dear, is it really you that assaults my heart with such barrage?” Her mother asked.

“It is me, indeed, dearest mother. Although, if you wish, I can leave again if you were expecting another?” Zecora offered in a teasing tone, making her mother laugh and then close the distance between them so they could hug and nuzzle each other. It was then that Zecora got the first whiff of her mother’s stinky musk after several years of absence. It wasn’t a bad kind of stinky either, just potent and quite pungent. Her short fur was bright and shiny thanks to the solutions to keep her head that way and stinky, too.

As they stepped back, ending their hug after a minute or two, Zecora noticed her mother’s bald tail, also shiny and carefully kept just as much as her head. As it was tradition, she also lacked eyebrows. She didn’t need to see it but she knew full well her asshole and pussy were spread wide and the slight stench she got from them was proof enough.

“Mamma, mamma, why auntie Zecora no has gaping pussy or bum-bum?” A little bald filly, about eight years old, asked pointing at her behind. It was only then that Zecora noticed her three siblings she knew, all younger than her, had also arrived and her oldest sister stepped up.

“Because she was far, far away, honey. She was working hard to become the greatest Shaman in Zebrica and couldn’t prepare to be a wife like other mares,” she replied, stepping forth. “It’s good to see you, Zecora.”

“I say the same, dearest Kossal, such a long time it has been. I see you have been busy, with a foal that comes to glean!” Zecora chanted, picking the filly and kissing her cheek. Since she was already eight, classes on how to become a good wife in the future had started and that meant that her mane and tail had been shaven. Letting the filly down, she counted the number of foals and turned to her sister. “How many of these darling jewels are yours? Even I doubt that our parents can create so many behind closed doors.”

“Three are mine, two others belong to Manali, and a final one belongs to Shusheki. Some of our brothers also have foals, but their wives are at home. We were here for a friendly family visit!” Kossal replied before turning to the side, flickering her tail to properly reveal her gaping, stinky holes. “Do you remember Fior? He’s my husband now!”

“Treachery and deceit! He never told me you were his wife! I met him on my arrival and he escorted me so I met no strife!” Zecora replied. There was some laughter and then Zecora noticed her sister’s swaying belly. She didn’t need to say anything as Kossal felt her gaze on her.

“Yes, my husband can be quite playful and mischievous. As you can see, I’m already expecting another one of his foals,” she let out a heavenly sigh and rubbed her growing stomach. “I love getting pregnant and I love giving birth to my adorable foals. Being a mother is the best thing in my life.”

“Same here,” another sister said. “Being a housewife and a mother full-time is so fulfilling. And the busiest job there is! Honestly, mother, how can you take care of so many foals now?” Their mother merely giggled in response.

“And here!” The youngest of the adult and married sisters said. “I can’t wait to be a mother again~,” she said through a fierce blush.

“I’ll bring my little tykes tomorrow, Zecora! You’re gonna love your nephews and niece!” One of her brothers exclaimed.

“Ha, piss off! Big sis is going to see my kid first, don’t shun me just because I just got married last year and only have one foal!” Another one countered.

Zecora laughed and then moved to hug her family, one by one, from the smallest foal and ending with her older brother and father. As she hugged her beloved father and brother, she couldn’t help but find it amusing how different things on Zebrica were compared to Ponyville and Equestria at large. Some similarities were shared, as they didn’t show any harm on public sex nor did they mind mares showing off their bits, but it wasn’t a social norm or tradition to be exposed as mares did on Zebrica. In her mind, she preferred the lifestyle in Equestria, where mares were the dominant sex but everyone, male or female, had the same liberties, chances, and obligations, which were jarring to her at the start (even if ponies tended to be a bit sheltered and cowardly on occasion.

“Have you come looking for a suitor and give me grandfoals, or is your visit just that, a visit?” Her father asked, kissing her cheek in the process. “Gods above, look at you, Zecora. All grown up and a full-fledged Shaman. You make your father proud, my striped princess.”

“Many travels and many trials I have faced during my time in Equestria, father. My knowledge did not come free and my life was at stake, near making me fother. But now I’ve returned, armed and prepared to help my family, people, and home. I may stay or I may leave again-” she stopped for a moment, memories flashing before her eyes before she continued. “- but I will do my best so that Zebrica may rise as ocean foam.”

“Powerful you are, my lovely child, far more than I or any other Shaman before on the widespread of our nation. I can sense it, see it, and taste it, you should stay and serve under the King’s rule and secure your station. No other mare has had such strength or the air of a king to whisper truths and aid, your trip to Equestria has served you more than anything you could find here by trade,” her mother finally spoke up, praising her daughter as tears formed on her eyes. “Long ago you left us, a mere child, rebellious, thirsty of not tradition but of knowledge! Now you return, the fruits of toils present in your aura, this I acknowledge,” she finished by doing a respectful bow that caused everyone to gasp in surprise.

“Mother, please, do not bow before me! No mother should ever do so before a daughter!” Zecora said in a panic, forgetting to rhyme as she too felt like crying.

“Shush, all of you, impudent children!” Her mother said, not with anger but with mirth. “I see no daughter in front me, not now, not hidden. I only see a mare, a true Shaman; beautiful and powerful like the jaws of a caiman,” she said.

Zecora looked at her mother, the gorgeous adult mare in front of her. The same mare that had birthed her when she was only nineteen, that had already birthed her older brother, and that had now birthed all of her siblings. Four were them when she left and now eight they were on her return, she could tell; the smell of her mother marked on them. She wished to weep and cry, but her desire to learn and become the most powerful Shaman in the history of Zebrica was greater than the love she had for her country and tribe… greater still for the love of her life.

The roots had been taken when she was only eight and her lesson of the household and how to be a wife about to start. She had rejected them outright in favor of helping her mother in her work and learning from her to be a Shaman; the magic, the mystery, and the power beckoning to her. She had learned, fast and swift, and had left her home behind at a mere fourteen years of age for Equestria, to continue her studies in isolation in the land where magic and the Spirits were strongest in the world. Her parents never complained and aided her decision… even her beloved helped her, giving her a memento to remember him by; her golden ring necklace, a symbol of his love and of hers as well.

She rushed to hug her mother once more, glad to be back now that her mission was over, at least, for the time being. Then, suddenly, a desperate knock was heard and Zecora let go of her mother, silently going to answer the call. Upon opening the door, she found a tall, handsome stallion with piercing purple eyes. His breath was ragged and some sweat could be seen running down his handsome face. Behind him, a small patrol of Kingsguard stood at the ready, confused evident on their faces.

Then, they blinked as they stared into each other’s eyes.

“Zecora…”

“Zhamir…”

Chapter 1 End.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!