Zebrican Life

Chapter 6

Velia convinced them to enjoy the rest of the day secluded and away from prying eyes before announcing their relationship to her husband, the King. Taking her advice, they did just that and spent the day talking about their future, what they wished to accomplish if it was possible for Zecora to bear still bear plenty of foals given her age and Zhamir wanting the biggest family she could give him, how she planned to still further her research and knowledge as a Shaman until an otherworldly exhaustion struck them and fell asleep embracing each other.

In his sleep, Zhamir would lick, sniff, and kiss the now bald head of his beloved Zecora while she pressed her bottom against his stiffened penis.

The following morning they were tended and groomed before presenting themselves to the King during breakfast. Upon seeing Zecora’s new look, the King nearly choked on his food at the surprise but after chugging a cup of wine, he rose to his hooves and walked over to the newly-formed couple.

“When did this happen!?” He demanded to know with a smile spreading across his lips.

“It happened yesterday, Father. Zecora has officially given me permission to court her,” he explained before kissing her bald head, making her blush and smile shyly.

The whole room exploded into boisterous cheering for Zhamir and Zecora’s new relationship from every royal present. After Zhamir’s siblings congratulated him, Velia stood up.

“My dear, your daughters and I conducted the ceremony and have given my blessings. But I will do so again in front of everyone. As Queen and Head Shaman, I give you my blessings, and may your courting be filled with happiness and joy so you may soon learn the wonders and joy of motherhood, Zecora.”

“Then, my son, my dear Zecora, you shall also have my blessing as both a father and King of Zebrica. May your courtship be brief so the bonds of marriage bloom soon after!” Zhulka chanted before, once more, the whole room erupted with further cheering and celebrations.

Zhamir and Zecora nuzzled each other, thanking and accepting everyone’s blessings.

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Of course, they were expecting difficulties but much to their surprise, they found no opposition to their courtship. Sure, many mares were disillusioned and some broke into crying fits as the Prince had now chosen his future wife, but other than that and some pesky rumors that died as quickly as they emerged, their relationship slowly developed without issue.

The one hurdle (or blessing according to Velia) that they faced came from between themselves. They were unwilling to spend long periods of time apart from each other, even by the standards of courtship. Alongside that, their libido was simply off the charts. While in courtship, any actual sexual intercourse was forbidden as chastity was seen as a point of strength. However, it was offset by the male sniffing and licking the mare’s bottom until she climaxed in an effort to show he was a worthy male that could please her.

As, technically speaking, the entire castle was his home, he was allowed and expected to do so whenever they wished. Which they did. In the gardens, in the hallways, their room, everywhere they could enter and not disturb Zhulka or Velia on their daily duties they took advantage of that position. Which left the servile mares of the castle to mop after every orgasm Zecora had. Which quickly amounted to several a day.

Of course, their duties prevented them from spending every waking moment possible next to each other. This saddened them both but tended to their jobs with diligence and newfound drive to finish them quicker and with increased efficiency only to be able to be together again.

Zhamir also finally fulfilled his dream of taking his beloved out on dates. They wanted to blend in like any other couple and not be treated differently due to who they were, a tough thing to achieve but they managed to do it. Also, as tradition demanded, they restrained themselves accordingly. Zhamir would not sniff nor lick her stinky bottom, as Zecora slowly found the amount and strength of the oils and concoctions she could withstand and he found enjoyable to sniff. They left that for when they were in the castle or in private even though they wished they could display their affection as a married couple could.

Another change that pleased Zhamir greatly and Zecora found to be enjoyable and helped her feel more confident about herself and look sexier was the use of rings to spread her anus and pussy open. To Zhamir’s surprise, she didn’t start with the smaller ones as he thought she would; instead swiftly taking some of the most common ones from the get-go and finding them a tight but manageable fit.

“A lonely mare in the Everfree still had needs. I practiced with dildos and fake cocks of many sizes to please my urges even with the use of anal beads,” she explained during one of their dates.

Days passed and turned into weeks and then, before they knew it, four months had gone by. As luck would have it, they were out on one of their dates after coming out of a cinema and were now enjoying a nice meal at one of the many restaurants available. Zhamir sighed happily and that caught Zecora’s curiosity.

“Why do you sigh so openly and dreamily? Are you perhaps wanting things to become steamily?” She asked.

“I have never been happier, Zecora. Nothing more, nothing less. We have been courting for only four months but, to me, they have felt like four days,” he collected his thoughts for a moment before continuing with a wide, reassuring smile. “The Spirits and Gods above have surely blessed our union since we were foals, Zecora and I wish not to spend my life apart from you ever again. Please, my love, you know that I speak nothing but the truth when I say that you are the one and only for me and I am the only stallion for you. I know this every time I stare into your beautiful eyes,” leaning forth until their faces were inches apart, he continued. “Let’s stop the courting and be engaged and be at our own helm, so you may be my mate, wife, and Princess of the realm.”

Zecora stared at him for long, silent seconds that seemed to stretch into eternity until tears began to pour down her eyes. Blinking and making her vision blurry, she smiled with all the love she could muster before replying. “Yes. Yes! I want to be your wife! I wish to bear your foals and have a family, Zhamir!” She cried out, happy and content in the knowledge that she’d be his wife forevermore.

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After talking with his parents, Zhamir booked an appointment with the Elder Councillor, one of the few that had the authority to carry on the specific rituals when it came to making the marriage of a Royal official.

In just a matter of days, the entire castle was left in a state ready to celebrate their wedding. By their request, the ceremony itself would be very private instead of celebrated throughout the capital as was the regular tradition, but the King didn’t oppose it. After everything was set and ready for their union to take place, they moved into the Ritual Room to commence.

“It is my great fortune and honor that I witness the Wedding Ritual of our beloved Prince Zhamir. Great Shaman Zecora, who left her home in order to pursue knowledge shall be his wife and produce a stronger lineage than that of the past, for the glory and greatness of all zebras and of Zebrica! Gods, I am no Shaman, but I ask you at the behest of the Spirits of Love, Union, and Family to bless me once more in order to make this marriage a possibility,” suddenly, a gust of wind coming from nowhere hit the elder and his eyes shone for a brief second. “You may begin, my Prince, for the Gods have seen me as worthy of holding this honor and bless your union,” he said in a respectful, joyful tone.

“Zecora,” he began while staring into her eyes. “I vow to never betray the love and trust you freely have given me. I promise to always love you, cherish you, and take care of all your desires if they are within my power to convey. You will be my one and only wife until the day I die. If I were to leave your side first, I will wait for you for the heavens would be Tartarus without you, my love. Through fire and struggle I will stand by your side,” Zhamir finished with tears in his eyes.

“Zhamir,” she replied, her voice barely comprehensible as she struggled to not break into a crying fit of pure happiness. “I swear as a Shaman that I will never leave your side or think of any other stallion as anything more than a friend, for you are the one who has captured my heart and to whom I give it entirely. I accept to be your wife as you accept to be my husband for the rest of our lives and what is yet to come after we depart this realm, through the struggles and challenges of life we will go, together side by side, finally.”

“The Gods and Spirits are pleased, for in my many years I have never seen a couple that belonged together more than you,” ringing a bell, the lights dimmed and a stinky, smelly, but at the same time pleasing and dizzying scent filled the room. “Now, my Prince, you may mount your mate and finalize the ritual of bonding and union, marking her as yours as you mark yourself as hers,” another clang. “Breed for the first time in your lives and may the Gods and Spirits grant you their blessings of fertility and health so you may produce plenty of strong foals,” the elder rang the bell a third time.

Zhamir kissed his beloved and nuzzled her once before making his way behind her. There he found her tail was lifted all the way to give him complete access to her nethers as a sign of her submission to him. He began by sniffing her stinky bottom, a nice addition even though he only needed her natural scent, but Zecora wanted to follow the traditions as much as possible and so she began using some oils and perfumes that she knew he liked. All for his sake.

“Mmmmmm!” Zecora moaned in response to the heavy sniffing her beloved was doing on her poor defenseless rear. He sniffed her haunches, flanks, pussy and especially her anus. “Ahhhaaa! Z-Zhamir!” She moaned his name when he began to lick her pussy and asshole. After four months of doing it almost daily several times each day, he knew exactly where her weak spots were and how to exploit them.

It took only a matter of minutes for Zecora to achieve an orgasm. She tried her best to suppress it by biting on her lower lip. Her nectar was squirted all over the floor and it flowed through the drains placed below her quickly. Before she could get a breather and calm her senses a bit, Zhamir followed tradition to the letter and immediately mounted her. His cock found its mark and he shoved his entire stallionhood into her tight pussy until his rounded cockhead was kissing the entrance of her womb for what she hoped would be a regular affair between them.

“Gaaaahhh! Zhamir! Y-you’re so big, my love!” She cried and gasped before Zhamir snorted in response only for him to start thrusting into her with great abandon. “Zhamir!” She screamed his name, her legs feeling wobbly as each thrust made his balls impact against her winking clit, her cervix was assaulted by the flat tip of his stallionhood, and her pleasure skyrocketed to levels she never thought possible before.

“Zecora! My love! S-So tight!” He cried out, desperately ravaging his mate in an effort to fill her womb with his seed and finally claim her as his wife.

The thrusting continued for a few minutes, with both parties moaning each other’s names, saying how much they loved it, and screaming for more until Zhamir’s thrusts became disjointed. With a final thrust, he emptied the contents of his testes into the depths of his lover’s welcoming womb, taking all it could possibly store inside it.

“Ahhhhhh!”

“Mmfffffff!”

They cried out and for a moment Zhamir laid on top of Zecora’s back trying to catch his breath while she put all her efforts into not collapsing from all the pleasure she experienced. After a minute or two, Zhamir dismounted his mate; his cock dislodging from her insides causing his stinky, steamy, and goo-like cum to flow out of her now gaping cunt and onto the floor as it slowly drizzled to the drains.

“The deed is done, both of you. From now henceforth, you shall be husband and wife. Congratulations, my Prince, Great Shaman,” the elder congratulated with a wide smile on his face. “Now, my Prince, use the Purity Oils to signal to everyone she is now taken after you leave the room.”

Zhamir looked at Zecora with a doubtful, worried stare but the mare merely nodded and smiled, reassuring him she was ready for it. Making his way to the table near the elder, he picked the two bottles of oil that rested on it. He uncorked the first one and poured all over his wife’s bottom, making sure to cover most of her back, her haunched, flanks, ass, gaping pussy, and legs with it. He smelled the rich, stinky, mind-dizzying stench of the oi’s aroma and he could feel his nostril burn with pleasure.

For Zecora, while it was hard to withstand the smell thanks to her sensitive nose, she knew it had to happen and she was glad to have been practicing over the past four months with smelly and stinky shampoos, oils, perfumes, and other essences. Then he felt a cool slimy thing raining on her head and she realized Zhamir was now pouring the second bottle on top of her bald head. He began to rub her head, ears, face, neck, the rest of her back and what he could reach of her torso with the stinky ritualistic oil.

When he was done, she nearly fainted as all she could smell now was the strong essence of a stinky anus, the age-old smell of mares since even before the great Zhaka founded the Zebrica of today. Something primal in her brain awakened, something dormant, as even though the intensity of the stinky thing now permeating her body, she found she was liking it more and more by the second, her mind ignoring the pain it brought her.

A smell that felt oh so deliciously right to her. A stinky smell that she came to love in but a few seconds.

After the final touch was placed, the elder gave them his blessings and allowed them to leave the room. Shortly after leaving the Ritual Room, they made their way to the Throne Room where Zhulka and Velia were waiting for them.

“Zecora!” Zhulka yelled in merriment. “Since you have mated with my son, Zhamir, the Crown-Prince and heir to the throne, that makes you a fully-fledged Princess and the Princess of the Realm!” Hitting the floor twice with a foreleg, the servants standing close left quickly to grab a few pillows carrying a few objects of great value. “Approach.”

Zecora obeyed, glancing around she found several other members of the royal family crying happily, her now sisters-in-law, in particular, were unable to contain their joy and were bawling openly. Reaching the King, she bowed her head as a sign of respect. She wasn’t expecting him to nuzzle her though and that caught her off guard. “My King?”

“You have always been dear to me, Zecora. Ever since you were a foal and played alongside Zhamir, I always dreamt that this moment would come. I’m so happy to be alive and see it come true,” he said softly and sincerely before nuzzling her once more. “Now, I have a gift for you. But first, please, remove your jewelry.”

Zecora didn’t have to glance back to know Zhamir approved of it and thus, she did as instructed, handing over her necklace, leg rings, and earrings to a servant.

Zhulka then began to carefully put a necklace similar to her own but encrusted with several kinds of precious gems and diamonds, all of it on the design befitting a Royal. He also put leg rings on both her forelegs and finally smaller earrings all in the same style as her new necklace.

Taking a step back, Velia took his place and nuzzled her cheek, sharing and smelling their stinkiness. Velia pulled back to then put a small crown on top of her bald head; masterfully crafted with tear drop style designs and also encrusted with gems and diamonds. The same style of crown all of her daughters were wearing, truly marking her as not only a Princess but part of the Royal Family and marking her as Princess of the Realm, the next Queen and Head Shaman.

“Welcome, Zecora, my new daughter,” Zhulka said softly, barely able to hold back his tears of happiness.

Zecora bowed before the King and Queen before rushing back to Zhamir, the two newlyweds nuzzling each other lovingly.

Celebrations erupted throughout the castle for the rest of the day, everyone admiring them for marrying and many more praising Zecora’s stinky aroma. It was well after nightfall that the couple finally managed to escape the attention they garnered and found themselves in their room. Relaxing on the bed, they began to talk.

“I don’t want to go to sleep, for I fear that this may be a dream and when I wake up, you are still far away from my reach, my love,” Zhamir confessed.

“This is real, beloved of mine. I am never leaving your side again if I can help it, our wedding is more than just a sign,” snuggling closer to him, she allowed him to sniff her bald head and lick it, too. “It will take time for me to get used to this potent smell… but despite the pain, I like it, that much I can tell.”

“Will you stay with me forever and ever and beyond that?”

“I will.”

“Will you allow me the privilege of being at your side for that same amount of time?”

“I do.”

Looking into each other’s eyes, they saw eternity itself stretch before them, a future unknown but together. That was all they wanted and needed.

“I love you,” they said at the same time. They blinked a few times in surprise, giggled, and then kissed passionately.

Happy to be together at long last.

Chapter 6 End.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!