Zebrican Life

Chapter 8

Zecora walked alongside Zhamir through the hallways of the palace for what felt like seconds. It was curious how time spent apart seemed to stretch into almost maddening extremes but when they were together it sped up as to make hours last seconds or less? The answer was quite simple and she knew it. Love, after all, was a strange and powerful thing.

They walked through the gardens in silence, simply enjoying each other was more than enough for them. Other couples were also present, but all gave the couple the space they needed as a show of respect. As they walked, they watched some of the other couples, the husbands giving commands to their wives and they obeyed without hesitation.

It was something that nearly made her giggle in amusement. Before Zhamir, she would’ve never considered being submissive to any male. But Zhamir was her beloved and the only stallion she truly loved. For him, she would do anything and that included following the most important part of being a wife. Of course, he had protested at first, saying they didn’t need to follow that particular tradition too closely. But she, as a good wife, convinced him to act the part and promised she’d be the ideal wife, not just for him but due to his position he needed a proper wife at his side.

Now that she had some experience dealing with the life of a married mare, she found out she actually loved being submissive and obedient to him. In a regular zebra marriage, after all, while the stallion and the mare work together to create an ideal household, the stallion holds all the power and is controlling and mares must be obedient to their orders, as long as their union is not threatened. But that wasn’t a problem since almost universally every mare desired to be controlled by a strong stallion. The call to be submissive and fulfill the orders of their husbands was something every mare craved to fulfill on a fundamental and biological level.

Being obedient and submissive to a strong stallion made many mares happy and also eased their burdens because they now felt protected by their husbands. It also helps many to simply relax and make better decisions, leaving the harder choices for the stallions to solve. Of course, there were some mares that challenged that and preferred to not marry or pursue careers outside of what was expected of a mare.

But they were dwarfed by the mares that became wives and desired to be controlled by their husbands.

She included. And Zhamir, despite his initial doubts, fell into his role excellently and now controlled almost everything she could or not do; he had even given her a list of things that she could say or do when dealing with other nobles. She had to ask him for permission if she wanted to voice her opinion, she always had to be submissive, and he could stop her from speaking whenever he wanted to or if he saw it as necessary.

Zecora, however, loved it. She felt more at ease, more secure, and more confident in herself. They walked through the gardens and soon made their way out of the castle and into the city for the walk he had commanded her to get ready for. Whilst walking through the streets, almost every zebra that saw them greeted them with respect or simply bowed at their passing. Zecora felt incredibly giddy and lifted her tail a little extra, hoping it would expose her anus and pussy, still leaking cum of her beloved, making them stand out more.

They then noticed a mare and a young colt walking up to them. When she was close enough, she bowed deeply before Zhamir and then even deeper before Zecora. “My Lady Shaman, I cannot thank you enough for the potions and the knowledge of the Spirits you have brought to our lands. Thanks to you, my wonderful, beautiful son is able to get out of bed; his dreadful cold is gone now. He shall live and grow strong to make our nation proud!”

Zecora opened her mouth, moved by the words of the mare but in a flash she remembered her place. She looked at Zhamir, silently asking for his permission to speak.

Wearing a wide, proud smile, he nodded. “You may speak, Zainabu.”

Turning to face the grateful mother and her son, she replied. “To help those in need, to make their lives easier and purge the ailments that may seek to destroy one’s life is nothing more than my purpose to be a Shaman. Your gratitude is welcomed, your smile my reward, and to see your little colt is fine fills me with joy, can’t you see my smile as wide as that of a caiman?”

“Bless you, my Lady Shaman, a thousand times bless you! How can I ever repay you?” The mare asked.

“There is no need for that, for you are one of my subjects and you have bought the potion and I made the brew. Nothing else is left to be said aside from a gentle farewell and may the Gods smile upon our ado,” Zecora replied. Before they could continue on their way, the little colt stepped forward. Suddenly, he closed the distance and hugged one of her forelegs.

“T-Thank you, pwetty Wady Shaman. Now I can run again and not cough all day!” He said with beaming joy.

Zecora’s smile widened while Zhamir chuckled and the mother giggled. “No need to thank me, charming little colt. Now, obey your mother and be a good son, do not make her jolt!”

The mother and her son quickly gave their best wishes and thanked her endlessly until they were a good distance away and turned to continue with their day. Zhamir, on the hand, couldn’t be more proud of his wife even if he tried. They soon continued their own way through the city until they reached a peaceful secluded area reserved for nobles and royalty. They found it was empty at that time and took advantage by sitting on a bench. They sat in silence for ten full seconds before they moved to kiss. Kissing turned to a passionate exchange of spit and then culminated into a full-blown make-out session.

The kisses they shared were heated and passionate to denote how much they loved each other. But Zecora didn’t fight against her husband for dominance, she simply replied to his actions but he had all the control. How could she fight against the dominance of her beloved husband? Early after their marriage she found the joys of letting him take full control of their making-out times; he would command, she would follow, and they both enjoyed it immensely, often losing up to half an hour in displaying their affection that way.

Their tongues danced peacefully, if he sucked in her tongue, she would let him do so. If he wished to coil and press it against her, she would fight with his appendage in a mock battle while openly drooling saliva. He dictated the course of their fervid, heartfelt encounter and she loved every second of it; happy to be dominated by her strong husband.

After some time, Zhamir ended their exchange much to Zecora’s sadness. “Stand up, ass up and present yourself to me, Zainabu.”

Even though her breathing was still ragged after such heavy kissing, she obeyed instantly, not wanting to disappoint her husband nor be seen as a bad wife. She pressed her chest to the ground and, with legs spread wide, presented her rear to her husband. It wasn’t her place to talk nor he had given her permission to do so. Instead, she remained silent, waiting for any further orders.

Zhamir took a moment to admire the backside of his wife. Her holes were wide open, stretched out, tail raised up, all of it smelly and stinky, and all for himself to enjoy. “You’re so beautiful. So attentive and dutiful as my wife, Zainabu… I may not be that big on traditions, but I’m glad you convinced me to follow this particular set to the letter,” he confessed before beginning to sniff her stinky anus, still carrying some of his own musk thanks to cumming inside her an hour ago; his scent marking her and increasing her stench even more. “I love how you smell, Zecora~,” he chuckled before smelling her pussy, too. He spent a few minutes doing nothing else but smelling her backside while his erect cock slapped against his belly.

Having had enough of her smell (for now), he proceeded to lick her asshole and pussy. Throughout the previous smelling ordeal and now with his licking, Zecora continued to moan softly, only now increasing due to his direct attention. He licked her for several minutes, jumping in between her holes; focusing on her clit for a while before jumping to her exposed anus, then coming back to sniff and lick her exposed vaginal opening and so forth. Until, unable to contain herself any longer, Zecora climaxed and her mare juices flowed out in a steady stream that Zhamir was more than happy to get a taste of as the spilled to the ground.

Then, before she had finished cumming, he mounted her. He wrapped his forelegs against her barrels with all his might before thrusting his cock all the way inside her pussy until his tip met with her cervix.

“AAAAHHHHH! Z-Zhamir!”

“Mmmmhmmmm! You’re such a good wife to your husband, Zainabu! Now, take my seed!” Zhamir ordered as he began to pound away against her cunt.

“Y-Yes my-Ahhh! H-husband!” Zecora replied, smiling widely while the wet slaps of his heavy testicles meeting with her wet clit were heard across the small private square. She was elated to be able to give her husband such pleasure, felt loved as he desired her so much, and the pleasure was beyond her wildest dreams. It wasn’t the first time nor the last they would share their bodies, but it always felt better than the previous time.

Zhamir was too excited and only lasted a few minutes before he climaxed for the second time that day. He filled her womb completely and the excess of his seed spewed out of her pussy and onto the ground. “I’m not done yet!” He declared as he pulled out of her pussy followed by a steady stream of his white, creamy, stinky cum and positioned his cock on her tail hole. Without further warning, he shoved his cock into her asshole in a single stroke and began fucking his wife ruthlessly; relentlessly pounding away into her sphincter.

“Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Mmmmmm!” Zecora moaned with every thrust, showing her husband just how much she loved being dominated by him in every way possible. Her belly was hot and she could feel his seed sloshing inside her, which only made the experience better for her and she wished her belly would grow gravid and heavy with their first foal soon.

With his frantic thrusting and him being super sensitive after cumming inside her pussy, it took about the same time for him to cum inside her anus, filling her up yet again. After a few last weak thrusts, Zhamir pulled out from her asshole. Some of it splatters to the ground before Zecora, with a move of her hooves, made a thin wall of magical energy on her stretched-out holes, preventing the seed of her husband from spilling out; ensuring in the process that his scent would only augment and add to her already stinky rear.

Silently, the two laid on the grassy field behind their bench and stretched out, feeling content and relaxed after their round of fucking.

“I can’t be happier with my life even if I tried,” Zhamir confessed. “I love you with all my heart, Zecora. I’m so happy that you’re my perfect, obedient, submissive wife.”

“I love it, too, Zhamir. I never imagined the joys of being a good wife would be so wonderful. I love everything you order me to do and following your commands; almost as much as I love being bald on both ends and stinky for your delight, it is a life one would call colorful,” Zecora replied. “My friends do not understand the ways of our people, but they accept me nonetheless, warming my heart for being a Shaman is something I cannot give away. The potions to aid and help those in need; to push back against dark magics and bring the touch of the Spirits to all, it is like second nature; a second life, in a way.”

“And you are the greatest there is, my love. That little colt will grow strong, find a wife, and raise a numerous family thanks to your potions and your works. The years we spent apart are worth it just because of that. Your family must be so proud of you,” he blinked. “That reminds me, I didn’t ask you about your latest visit to your parents’ house. How was it?”

Zecora giggled. “There is no need to apologize to your wife, my beloved. Your work as a Prince is hard and exhausting, I do not blame you for letting that slip out of your glove,” she replied. “My family is quite in good health and my time with my mother helped me understand the ways to be a wife better. We got to do chores together, taught me how to behave, and what was expected of me; my sisters also helped since my fame did not make them bitter.”

“And you succeeded, my perfect wife,” he kissed her snout, praising her. “Ohhhhh! Now it makes sense! Two months ago we went to the Everfree Forest to visit Ponyville. No wonder you were so good with your household chores, you clever mare! Your mother is a wise wife, indeed!”

“Of course, Zhamir. I plan to be the wife that you deserve and we will be together for the rest of our lives and beyond, my love. I promised myself I would be the ideal wife, Shaman, and mate for you,” she said without rhyming, all to profess that her love for him was greater than her love for being a Shaman.

Zhamir snuggled her closer and the two enjoyed their time together a bit more before heading back to the castle. But that could wait, not it was the time for them to enjoy themselves.

Chapter 8 End.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!