In a history that stretched back to ancient times, the Mashariki tribe of zebras had always been reclusive. Insular, fearful that the ‘civilized’ world would make them soft. Yet, some disagreed with their choice and split off to become what evolved into the Pundamilia Empire. They would be encountered once more in modern times, as the Emperor wished to meet and trade with them.

Mshenzi Mtukufu, otherwise known as Noble Savage, sat on his throne in the middle of his rustic villa, the sun setting over the savannah. The tinkle of wind chimes added to his tranquility. “Such a shame Beatrix Belladonna and Lady Oona Ewe left us so soon,” he thought aloud in a deep baritone, stroking his chin. “I would have loved to listen to more of their tales. Maybe share a few of our own! But, alas, I can’t keep even you here, my dear Nyeusi.”

“It will only be for a little while,” the zebra mare Ebony Ivory assured, stroking his arm while standing by his side. “If I left with them now, I would be forsaking my duties to ensure our people are safe and secure. Yet, part of me still dreads that Natural Selection will return somehow…”

“Heh. If that bastard Asili dares come back from the dead, you’ll just have to put him deeper underground,” he chuckled with certainty, impressed by how she had handled her ex-lover. With him out of the picture, she was now the foremost huntress of their clan. Everyone awaited the day she would take her place as tribal chief, once Noble fully retired.

“I hope you are right,” Ebony sighed, watching the villagers go about their business, the area dotted in huts.

“Hmm,” he mused, standing up to get a better view of the shadowy shapes approaching their land. “I believe the envoy has arrived.”

A mechanized caravan steadily trended through the savannah. Their zebra warriors, adorned in light armor, surrendered weapons that included firearms to the village guards. But Noble waved the idea away. “Let them keep their arms as a symbol of trust between us.”

His men nodded, most armed with spears, knives, and shields. In contrast to their modern brethren, they dressed only in simply loincloths that bared their finely honed physiques. They parted to allow the guests in, who stepped out the caravans and strode to meet him.

The Pundamilian Emperor could not come in person, but his three daughters were sent to act as mediators in a compromise. Not only that, but they were dressed in the tribe’s traditional garbs. Loincloths and bead woven tops barely covered their immaculately sculpted bodies. He couldn’t help but smile warmly at the three beauties, who upon their arrival knelt before him.

“Rise,” he commanded gently.

The sisters did so, meeting his eyes. “I am Zuri, eldest daughter of Kifalme Moja. My sisters are Kali and Tisha. We bring boons on behalf of the Pundamilia Empire.” At those words, their soldiers started to unload the caravans filled with spices, wines, and oddities that machines could only produce. She smoothed through her mohawk. “I hope they are to your liking, great sir.”

“Quite curious,” he admitted with a nod. He accepted a scroll from Tisha, unfurled it, and read. And once he reached further down, his brows lowered into an unsettled gaze.

“I hope these terms are acceptable,” Tisha said with a smile. “There is so much we can offer each other~!”

“What you offer is not pure or natural,” Ebony stated with a slight glare, unable to hide her suspicion of the modern tribe’s ‘civilized lands.’ Especially after the trip to Cerise Silhouette’s world, where she, the princess, and her friends almost ended up-sold into slavery.

Noble Savage was equally suspicious, though more subtle, his brow barely knotted. While he doubted they would make the long trip and risk the lives of three zebra princesses for treacherous reasons, what the contract offered was perplexing, were they to accept.

No doubt the Pundamilia Empire desperately wanted their secrets. So they safeguarded their connections to the spirits and all that entailed well. And in return, not only did they offer their own secrets, advanced technology unknown to his clan, but the three princesses to the tribe. If they were mated to the clan, the deal would be sealed. “A generous offer. But...”

Tisha’s eyes lit up before she cut in, “A-ah! I believe this to be more than just generous! Perhaps you require a ‘proper’ proposal~?”

The sisters noted nudity was no taboo here, as some villagers went ungarbed. And, with a shared nod, the princesses started to slowly disrobe for the tribe chief. While her breasts weren’t quite the size of Zuri’s, Tisha's mountainous mammaries tumbled out with a heavy bounce.

By contrast, the middle sister Kali was the most petite. Perky tits small but still quite a handful, and as the foremost warrior of the three, her nipples were pierced with golden hoop rings. With them, she shimmied off her loincloth and asked, “Pleased by what you see?”

Noble nodded, his loins stirring at the sight of the beckoning naked zebra beauties. “Quite. Although I much prefer a different test.”

"I can surely best your huntress," assured Kali.

Ebony tossed the other zebra mare a spear. “I would take that challenge. But first, we must meet on even grounds.” She shed her own scant clothes, fit body bared before she claimed her own hand-crafted spear. “Prepare the pit for battle. Let us make this a friendly contest.”

“Already making new friends I see,” sighed Zuri with a shake of her head, used to their middle sister’s antics.

Yet the chief watched with interest while the hunters uncovered the pit near the villa’s center, an abyss filled by warm mud, where warriors would often duel and wrestle to prove themselves. An old ritual that turned boys into men. Today, there was an added layer of excitement to see a pair of beautiful females ready to show their prowess for his favor.

Noble was reminded of his youth, a path not taken, where he might have succumbed to pride and hedonism like his former predecessor, Natural Selection. The sun gleamed down on striped bodies, Zuri and Tisha at the pit’s sides to watch, while Kali and Ebony started to wade into the mud, which sucked and popped under their slowed movements. Ebony bowed, and after a moment Kali did too, their eyes locked.

“This is a clean fight,” declared the chief. “I want no form of trickery. No below-the-belt blows or tactics. No biting. The trial ends at first blood.” It was evident that Ebony also wanted to show up this upstart, judging by how her muscles tensed, offended by the naked pride on Kali’s features.

Perhaps she was a painful reminder of who Ebony had been in her more youthful years?

Hunters, soldiers, and villagers gathered around the pit from all sides, since their children had long been sent to sleep. They waited with bated breath in silence. Amidst a chop of Noble’s muscular arm, he bellowed, “Anza!”

The two huntresses rushed to meet each other. Spears thrust. Blows were deflected. Bare breasts jiggled, bounced, and swayed, splashed by thick cascades of sticky mud that were kicked up under slick feet that struggled to keep their footing.

“Get her, sister,” cried Tisha, who pumped an arm into the air, tits swinging under the impact of her movements. “Show them our country isn’t soft!”

“Do not shame us,” demanded Zuri, who peeled her eyes and pursed her snout, a hand on her wide hip.

“I won’t,” swore Kali, whose buttocks wobbled under her movements and were drawn taut while she clenched them and her teeth. Her fierce stabs almost struck home, but in turn, she was nearly grazed by Ebony’s precise counters. She snorted and heaved her breast when the huntresses started to circle and silently dared one of them to make the next move.

“Not a bad display of skill,” confessed Ebony, whose own bared chest rose and fell, like her lined in a sheen of perspiration. “Albeit still quite sloppy for someone of royal blood.”

“Don’t insult me!” Kali raised her head high. “I can tell you’re still holding back! If that’s how you want to play, then fine!” She tossed her spear onto the bank. “I’ll beat you with my bare hands!” She growled and tackled Ebony into the gunk with a meaty splash that kicked up mud.

Gurgles escaped Ebony, who dropped her weapon as she momentarily sunk below the muck. She barely closed her eyes in time as they started to wrestle to cheers, the mess left to slide down and ooze off their nude, striped curves, honed to perfection under training. Repeatedly the contestants rolled atop each other, in an attempt to pin their opponent in place.

Tisha slid over to the chief and stroked his toned thigh. “Enjoying the show? I can make it better~”

Feeling the heat radiate from the youngest princess, Noble answered, “Do as you wish. We have an open society here.” With a giggle, she slid into his lap, straddled his assertive bulk, and without ceremony wiggled her hips to ease his half-erect cock into her. She moaned and half-lidded her eyes when his tool swelled up and split her deep, her arms wrapped around his neck when she started to bounce atop him.

He palmed one of her buttocks, spread it, and left her puckered pink asshole exposed. His maw wrapped around one of her tits, sucked on it when he pulled and distended it to fullness, met by her lusty mewls after she bobbed atop his masculine pillar. Wet flesh slapped and quivered.

“Heh. If this is part of your plan to butter me up, It’s working,” he praised before dragging Tisha’s other tit under his tongue. Licking it, he watched her spit-slicked breast bounce back into place, met by her soft cries once he pounded back.

By the time he started to empty his seed into her with a groan, his groin washed by her messy squirts when he sheathed himself to the hilt in her, Zuri had wandered over with a sway of her hips, buttocks, and breasts, her tight slit already wet. “You will find me much more palpable than my little sister,” purred the eldest princess, who bent over and rested her hanging, pendulous titties on his broad, muscular shoulders.

“N-nyaah~! O-okay, I’m done,” moaned Tisha with sleepy eyes, rising off him amidst a pop, her gaping snatch left to drool a mixture of her lubrication and his cum over his still slick, black mammoth of a breeder tool. He landed a playful swat on her wobbly ass to send her away.

Immediately, Zuri swung her leg over his waist and took her younger sister’s place. His hands gripped her waist and lowered her onto his cock, which drove her depths open, a muted moan left to wheeze from her snout. She was much tighter, obviously less experienced in such matters, her fingers tracing his musculature when she started to ride the mountain of a zebra to please him.

Once he seeded her uterus, the deal would be all but sealed. To claim all three of the princesses would be the finishing touch of the union.

Her wet twat squished and wrapped around him, drooled over his dark, swollen testicles while he traced her entirety. Supple flesh gave way under his firm grasp. She clawed his back and kissed him, less lewd but far more sensual than Tisha.

“Relax,” he whispered back and stroked her mane. “Put your thoughts of duty aside and enjoy yourself. You surely deserve it.”

“Y-yes,” she murmured back. “My sisters always tell me I take myself too seriously. Perhaps they are right.” She relaxed, rolled her hips and buttocks, rubbed her mashed breast on his pectorals while they ground into each other.

So far, Noble Savage liked her most of all, confident that he would have gladly taken her as his mate in his younger years. She reminded him much of Ebony, who from his side-eye, he watched wrestle with Kali in the thick mud pool.

Kali grinned wide in triumph when she straddled her foe’s belly to keep her pinned. She traced her nipples. “How about we offer them a show?”

“What do you-” Ebony was cut off when their maws met, her tongue dominated by the other huntress. After a moment she closed her eyes and reciprocated to the sound of cheers, the onlookers already worked up until they radiated body heat by the nude contest.

Drums started to pound. The sky became a canvas of darkening colors that let the first stars peek out and the sun completely sunk.

An emerald miasma started to rise from the earth, the spirits summoned by the tribe shamans. A menagerie of creatures loomed in the wispy mists and began to emerge; the guardians swore to protect the tribe, which in turn helped keep them alive by their belief in them. The villagers started to disrobe.

“Join us,” offered Ebony, who undressed one of the soldiers who stood near the pit.

Unwilling to make a poor impression, not to mention many of the zebra troops were already painfully stiff in their pants below their armor, their numbers shirked their clothes and joined in on the wild orgy that started to break out.

Males and females copulated in various pairings, some taking several partners at a time, which included the beast-like spirits who mounted them. Spurred on, Kali and Ebony started to ground their messy cunts together in the pit.

Noble Savage skewered Zuri balls deep and unloaded into her womb with a grunt. She squealed and washed his crotch in her nectar. She shook and squeezed him tighter, wrapped around him while they kissed some more.

“Two down,” murmured a hazy-eyed Zuri who nodded at Kali. “But will you complete the set?”

“Just...a moment,” hissed Kali, whose nostrils flared once she and Ebony howled out their own climax, their squishy, soaked pussies mashed one last time when they came hard. Kali’s sweaty tits heaved when she finally rose. “A draw?”

“A draw,” repeated Ebony, accepting her hand to rise. “Go to him.” She punctuated that with a hard slap on Kali’s wide ass, which shook in response.

Zuri withdrew amidst another pop where her stretched snatch oozed out her honey and his thick spunk. “Make us proud, sister.”

“I will,” assured Kali, who proudly kept her chin raised on her approach. She yelped in surprise when the still erect Noble seized her to him, spun her around, and bent her over, worked up after he had emptied himself into her sisters.

“I hope you don’t mind a bit of roughness,” he whispered hotly in her twitched ear.

“I encourage it, actually,” whispered Kali as he seized her by the wrists and pulled her arms behind her. She whined when he skewered her balls deep in one thrust, her muscular buttocks left to slap, as did her tits which hung suspended when he pounded into her. Obviously the most prideful of the three, she would be disappointed were he not to fuck her into total submission.

“Ah...yes~,” she wheezed, helpless to do more than repeatedly take his thick cock each time he spread her. “Take me, my chief! Beat my womb into submission! Make me your woman~!”

Through wisdom, courage, strength, and virility, Noble Savage had risen to this coveted rank. Some mares needed to be romanced and seduced, but he sensed this one simply wanted to be well-bred by a dominant, virile male.

He would show her his inner conqueror. Her ass and tits clapped each time he fully pierced her moist, vise-like cunt. Juices spattered his muscular legs and groin, his thrusts swift and savage, his own muscled buttocks drawn taut when he fiercely fucked her without mercy.

Aware the chief would no doubt have many more rounds in him, Zuri and Tisha, in the meantime, helped Ebony tend to the villagers and soldiers. All of them free to indulge themselves without judgment or any such complications under the clan’s rules, which allowed them to drop their inhibitions, thankful for this opportunity.

“We’re all like one family here,” explained Ebony, who knelt when she stroked and lapped at several flared black cocks presented to her. “No jealousy, no shame. Simply shared pleasure and intimacy.” She swallowed a hard, heated cock which flopped down onto her presented snout.

“I like this place,” confessed Tisha while she was taken from behind, her mane pulled and ass slapped. “I’m not sure I want to return home!”

“We’ll have to eventually,” reminded Zuri who, after a moment’s hesitation, presented herself to one of the bestial spirits who mounted her. Its twin tools widened her lower holes, filled her impossibly deep and wide as she moaned below.

By the time the phantasmal moon swam into view, Noble Savage had howled and unloaded into Kali, who in turn panted when her twat churned and washed over him. His semen repeatedly fired into her slippery womb, splashed and sloshed while the satisfied lovers shook.

It was done. A union with the Pundamilia Empire which would help both sides thrive.

“Haah… hell yes,” muttered Kali, arms still locked behind her while her sweaty titties heaved and swayed. Obvious that she wanted more, disappointment momentarily fell on her face when he withdrew himself, only for her eyes to widen and another cry of ecstasy to escape when he plunged into her puckered pink asshole. His wet dick mercilessly hammered back into her.

Noble Savage smirked, pleased by the lusty princesses. They would keep him company while Ebony Ivory was away, aware the huntress wanted to explore outside these lands, not to mention the other worlds Beatrix could show her.

The hours passed while he claimed each of the sisters repeatedly. He fucked them into exhaustion, the three left to heave on the cool earth, slathered in their own lubrication, sweat, and his cum which soaked their supple curvature.

Dawn broke by the time he settled back onto his throne and watched the sunrise once more, assured of his tribe’s prosperous future.

But an unseen threat remained undetected. Roosting in the trees was a condor disguised animatronic, analyzing each villager and zebra with enhanced visors from afar. Waiting for its master to send new orders.

Author's Note

Thanks to Shadic Midnight Blitzer for use of his zebra princess OCs!