Zebrican Life

Chapter 3

“And here we are, the Capital of Zebrica, Zhakalior, re-named after the first King, Zhaka the Ambitious. Even after all these years living in it and knowing every part of it, I still feel goosebumps whenever I look at it from a distance. An example of zebra ingenuity, power, might, and nobility,” Zhamir said, his voice filled with insurmountable pride.

Zecora agreed with a hum, mindful to not interrupt her beloved’s ruminating. She found it incredibly funny and charming how he still acted the same and said the exact same thing when entering Zhakalior, it was yet another reminder of their past relationship, everything they left behind, and what they had accomplished because of it.

Nevertheless, she was thankful for Zhamir’s thoughtful and understanding heart. He could’ve easily ordered her to go to the capital immediately to see the King, but he had allowed her as much time as she needed to reunite with her family, spend some time with them, and get to know her little brothers and sisters that she didn’t know she had, a bunch of nephews and nieces, and, of course, catch up with the rest of her older siblings.

With an entire week able dedicated to nothing but enjoy her time with her family and know how they were, she went to Zhamir to tell him that she was ready to go. Butterflies formed in her stomach at the mere thought of it; the Prince had retreated to his private chambers at the other side of the village just to accommodate her and give her all the time she wanted without making her feel pressured by his presence. The contingent of guards moved forth first, the line of travelers waiting to enter the city was huge but stepped aside upon witnessing their Prince.

Everyone bowed showing their respect and allowing the Prince and Zecora access to the city unhindered. As they approached, they spotted another group of guards making their way to the gates from down the busy main road. Once they were close enough, they came to a halt and the Captain of the formation bowed.

“Ah, my Prince, I was told of your arrival--” the Captain stopped when he spotted Zecora. “--m-mere moments ago by our lookouts. It is good to see you again, but it seems you are not alone?” He asked as politely as he could manage.

Zhamir noticed the captain’s hesitation but decided to let it slide as it wasn’t an everyday occurrence to see a grown mare with a mane, eyebrows, and tail unshaven. “Indeed I’m not. I met with my old friend and flame during my stay in her village by complete chance. This is Zecora, a most powerful and revered Shaman.”

“My apologies!” The Captain and every guard and soldier that didn’t belong to the Prince’s contingent bowed in respect towards Zecora. “Had I known that you were a Shaman, my lady, I would never have acted nor thought so rudely towards you!”

“It is of no concern. My forgiveness is not something that you must earn,” Zecora replied, feeling a bit ashamed and self-conscious of the attention she was getting.

The Captain sighed in relief before getting a grip of his composure again. “My prince, please, follow me, the King wishes to speak to you as soon as possible.”

“Is it for an emergency?” Zhamir asked.

“No, my Prince. His majesty merely wishes to see you again and while I have yet to meet with the Queen this day, I am sure she too wishes to see you’ve returned,” the stallion replied.

“Then there is no urgency to return to the castle just yet. It has been years since my beloved last saw the capital, I am sure she would dearly enjoy a stroll through its streets?” Zhamir suggested, glancing only slightly at Zecora.

Zecora gave him a small nod. In all honesty, she really did want to see the city, but if the King had summoned him then that took precedence over their desires. Then again, Zhamir had always been somewhat rebellious and more than rambunctious when it came to obeying his father than any of his siblings. Not only that, but she felt like she owed him the chance to play along after gifting her the chance to spend a week with her family.

Who was she to stop him if he wanted to treat their little venture as an unofficial date? She would’ve laughed at the clearness of his intent or maybe he made it so clear because he knew there would be no point in trying to cover it up. In either case, it worked and she felt her heart jump with joy for a moment.

“B-But the King has requested--”

“There you have it, I have been requested. Hence, since it is not a direct order, I can arrive at any time I desire or not at all. I see my father regularly. I haven’t seen my beloved in over a decade. I believe my father will agree who takes priority here,” Zhamir ended with a chuckle. “You may go and inform him of my decision, Captain.”

“At once, my Prince,” the Captain sighed. “And please, revered Shaman, enjoy your stay.”

With that said, the Captain and his contingent returned to the great castle standing atop in the center of the city. It lacked the impossible architecture of Canterlot, preferring a smaller but still beautiful, elegant, and prestigious house of power design, Zecora reasoned.

As they made their way into the city, a few scenes were starting to become common now that they were past the gates. Mares of various ages walked around with bulging bellies and having at least one little foal close with them. Some didn’t, indicating their stance as first-time mothers and others yet didn’t show any signs at all, having come out of a recent pregnancy or still too soon in the process for it to be noticeable.

One curious thing that Zecora did notice was the increased number of see-through dildos and buttplugs mares, mostly younger ones, were wearing. They were large enough to spread their anuses and pussies wide, letting anyone see their insides with the added bonus of not being a hindrance to spread their aromatic stinkiness. Equally without fail, she saw that all of them that noticed Zhamir bowed to their Prince in respect.

“Now, hold still, dearie,” a mother zebra said as her daughter, a filly old enough to have gone through her ritual of fertility but still young enough to still have her mane, was pressing her head against the ground and spreading her legs wide. All the while, the mother pushed a buttplug into her butthole.

“I-I think it’s too big, mommy,” the filly winced. Then, a second later it popped in. “uhhhh, that feels nice~ How does it look, mommy?”

“It looks perfect, my little angel!” The mother said proudly.

“Yaaaay! No way Kolori isn’t going to pay attention to me at school now!”

Zecora giggled but was surprised when she heard Zhamir chuckle, too. “Ah, young love. So fragile, so pure. Of course, you never had to do anything more than being yourself to captivate my heart, my beloved.”

“Your words of flatter are noted. Honey, sugar, and sweets, with them they seem to be coated,” Zecora replied, smirking and blushing in equal fashion. As they continued to advance, she didn’t miss the sad and heartbroken looks many young and available mares were giving them; no doubt the rumors about the Prince’s infatuation reaching every corner of Zebrica by now, a mere week after her arrival. So now seeing physical evidence of seeing him traveling with a mare was all the proof they needed.

She also noticed the weird looks and heard the murmuring voices of some of the onlookers, all of them directed at her. Most were harmless though a few were quite nasty… and all because she wasn't bald like them, because she wasn’t that traditionalist even despite the fact that she was a Shaman.

Eventually, they reached the busiest part of the city: the town square. Although comparing it to the town squares of Ponyville, Canterlot, or any other city across Equestria didn’t do it justice. In actuality, it was less of a town square and more of a conglomeration of several plazas divided into specific services. Most were dedicated to shopping, markets, stalls, and other trading businesses. One of which was rather interesting, as it was designated as the ‘Mare Beauty Plaza’. She knew of it but had never visited in the past. As they strolled through the various markets, deviating from his real destination, Zecora watched several posters all across the Mare Beauty Plaza.

Many were generic talking about creams, treatments, and even available jobs and careers fit for most simple-minded or busy mares. But there were a few that caught her attention the most. One depicted that happy mares were loyal and obedient to their husbands. Another one depicted in a rather direct way a mare with a gaping anus and pussy as cum leaked out of them both ‘A stinky, musky behind is the proof of servitude and inner beauty’. Yet another depicted a mare doing house chores and smiling widely under the slogan ‘A happy home has a happy wife. A happy wife is a dutiful mare’. Yet another flaunting her stinky bum and equally stinky bald head while below her, a list of herbs, oils, and prices on how to make them even more stinky and alluring to the stallions. One more showed a very young mare, barely out of fillyhood but heavily pregnant and smiling from ear to ear.

‘A mare’s duty is to give birth to more beautiful foals, take care of the house, help her husband, and raise them all properly. For what is more beautiful than a proud, pregnant mare?’ It read below it, a source of great pride for every mare inside the plaza.

But there was one that spoke to her the most. It was of a mare with large teats filled with milk as she fed two little foals. Below it there was a legend that read: ‘Being a mother is a pleasure only a worthy female can experience. Breastfeeding is something only we can do and we are rewarded with pleasure and the satisfaction of purpose. Be proud, get pregnant, and bring more children into our great Nation. For the future of Zebrica.’

They soon passed it, though the image lingered in Zecora’s mind for quite a while until they arrived at the Prince’s destination: the Couples Plaza. It was a large area dedicated to, as the name suggested, couples of all ages to come and have a typical date.

“I wish to bring you here on another occasion, my love,” Zhamir said, staring longingly at various couples chatting, kissing, and frolicking in various ways.

Zecora did a double-take upon hearing those words. “I am surprised you didn’t bring me here to have a date. I was sure that was your plan, if not, what’s the point of making the King wait?” She asked, her voice filled with curiosity while watching a stallion smelling the stinky bottom of his chosen mate and getting a visible erection because of it. Then again, most stallions in that plaza were in that same predicament as the overwhelming musky, stinky scent of so many mares mixed with the natural smell of the city itself and the other plazas made them incredibly horny. She knew public sex in most tribes far away from the capital and other major cities was a common thing, but not anywhere else as it brought with it a lot of troubles, and it was seen as rude to share such a display of passion in front of so many eyes.

“To show you what I want for us. What I wish to experience at your side. I want us to be a normal couple, not two royals seeking to backstab each other or a droll, boring date with the daughter of a noble that speaks nothing but politics, fashion, or the proper ways to be a mare. I have my mother and sisters for that kind of talk, hahaha!”

Zecora smiled, shaking her head. “Then I’m afraid you will find my talks more boring than the usual lot, my Prince. All I know is my trade, my secrets, and life far away from this, our home; you may find my words lacking proper quince.”

“But that’s exactly why I look forward to our dates once you give me permission to start courting you, my love! I want to know all about you! I want to know everything you’ve done and experienced during your travels in Equestria! I want to know more about ponies, their culture, their lives, how you interacted with them, and so much more! I want to know you, Zecora, my beloved, mu’lakazh eve’huen shika~”

Zecora’s face turned into a new shade of red after hearing him speaking the ancient language of the Shamans just to basically say--

“I love you with all my heart and soul, ruler of my desires,” he spoke in the common tongue now, and her heart soared once more.

“L-Let’s go meet your father and delay no longer! My mind is ablaze, so much to ponder! If I am to present myself to him, I must be at ease, calm of spirit, steady of heart. So shut your mouth and remain silent, beloved of my heart, for I cannot afford my focus to fall apart,” Zecora replied.

Zhamir laughed.

Chapter 3 End.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!