Naked Slaves of the Zebra

After what felt like an eternity of aimless searching Beatrix's violet eyes were finally drawn to a marked portion of the plain, partway concealed by a withered tree. She hurried over to the scarred x mark on the dirt and started to dig, concerned that it might be booby trapped but eager for anything that might offer her even a slim advantage in whatever was to come.

Clumps of dry earth came apart in her hands and were tossed aside. “What's this?” She unearthed a flask filled with an oily substance. Instructions were written on the side. “Apply externally to cool your temperature. Do not drink.”

Shrugging, she popped the cork and took a sniff of the almost odorless substance. She poured some of the glistening liquid onto an open palm, started to slather it on her bicep, and like stated it immediately lowered her temperature. Liberally applying it all over until it was empty, her naked shapeliness glistened, especially once she stepped back into the sunlight.

“Really brings out my sexiness,” she observed and struck a showy pose, hand on one wide hip.

The oil was not uncomfortable, and clung to her, bringing out the shape and size of the contours she was blessed with. A sigh of disappoint rose that there was not more for her to make use of, but she heaved her shoulders and moved on.

“No weapons? Afraid I might be able to win?” She studied the distance, certain someone was watching her.

Her ears perked from a rustle nearby. She spun wildly as a long shadow crawled over her. She screamed, tripped, and fell onto her plush ass with a yelp, legs spread wide to avoid the spear that thrust and buried itself in the earth an inch from her labia.

“You?” Beatrix stared wild-eyed into the face of her attacker, the pale unicorn covered in zebra stripes like they were war paint. She scrambled back on her pert bottom as the huntress hissed and withdrew her weapon.

“Stay still,” cried Fleur de Lis who leveled the tip at her. “All you have to do is submit and this will be over!”

“You're crazy,” called back Beatrix who scrambled to her feet. “Why are you doing this?”

“I must draw first blood,” answered the huntress who snarled and bared her teeth. She chased after the witch, aware that she could easily overtake her, but instead she decided to wear her prey down and tire her out so she could not fight back.

Born of desperation, Beatrix moved faster than expected, to the point where she surprised herself. Eventually she arrived at what appeared to be a lush jungle. “What...?” But there was little time to think it over as she hurried into the foliage.

She felt her nakedness more than ever, worried about what might crawl in this area. One venomous bite could paralyze or kill her. Flora rustled as she raised her arms to block her face and pushed through in a wild run. She panted and sweated, thundered on almost blindly ahead, desperate to put distance between her pursuer and seek shelter.

Behind her the huntress crept ever closer, like a cat stalking a mouse. Watching. Toying with her. The thin strand of a belt was hung suspended from a branch, as Fleur felt like an untamed animal when she hunted in the nude. She crouched down, pounced.

Another cry escaped Beatrix who was tackled into a river of mud. The huntress snarled and wrestled with her, their bare skin awash in muddy water that sloped down their curves while they hissed and struggled for dominance.

The witch squirmed as their slippery bodies made contact. Her opponent was taller, stronger, obviously well-versed in physical combat, while she had little practice in hand-to-hand combat and fought back with swipes of her nails and bites.

“Ah,” cried Fleur when teeth sank into a heavy breast. “You little brat-!” She backhanded her.

Beatrix twirled and landed face-first in the soup with a splash. She scurried back up, spit out a mouthful, and yelped as a handful of her mane was seized and pulled. She stumbled towards the bank, only for the weight of her assailant to press on her back as she straddled her and pressed her down into the shallow end, pinned in place as Fleur sat on her butt.

“First blood,” whispered the huntress who raked nails across her cheek.

“Ouch,” whined Beatrix as the thin red marks on her skin bled. “What's your damage, you crazy bitch?”

Fleur curled her snout and pushed Beatrix's face into the pool. She thrashed as the murky waters bubbled. “Don't you dare insult me! You don't know anything!” The huntress leaned over her, suspended breasts mashed into her back. Finally she whipped Belladonna back by the mane. Coughs and sputters rose from Beatrix, whose bosom rapidly heaved as she spat.

“Wasn't...a fair fight,” wheezed Beatrix who made a sour face and squeezed out tears.

“This is just the first round. To make certain you know your place.” She spit in the witch's face. Then Fleur's face softened for a moment, before she rolled her over, and suddenly pressed her moist, luscious lips to Belladonna's.

“Uh-?” Any protests were cut off as she was hungrily kissed and a powerful tongue invaded her mouth. Dominated every portion of it. Were it not for the circumstances she would have melted into the gorgeous super model's passionate kiss.

She was straddled by the huntress once more, this time atop her lap, hands clasped behind her head to hold her in place. Beatrix blushed deeper, eyes closed to slivers, and when Fleur finally withdrew Belladonna gasped, mouths still connected by a trail of saliva. She huffed her breasts, lost in an ambivalent sea of confusion and arousal, when her vision started to swim.

“More...drugs...?” She swayed, almost blinded as her senses dulled.

“Shush,” murmured the huntress in her ear. “Like I said, this is only the start. You must be properly trained to survive our master.” She lifted her slack body up, carried her onto the shore, and placed her atop the dewy grass.

“What do you...oh,” hissed Beatrix between her teeth as kisses started at her breastbone, and peppered down her, tickled her tits, the rosy buds of her perky nipples, over her stomach, down to her mound as her thighs reflexively opened to admit her.

“You're already so wet,” observed Fleur who stared into the swollen labia before her as she traced the moist, hot slit.

Despite how dulled her brain was with lust, the truth dawned on Beatrix, who cooed as she started to peck and lap at her mound. She wanted to train her. To make her stronger, and perhaps a better lover, too. “B-but I...”

Her breast arced as the tongue traced her crevice directly and made her love button swell from its hood. Fingers spread her pink, girlish flower wide open, the slimy confines slowly revealed to bare her most intimate treasures. Fleur sucked in her feminine aphrodisiac, watched her pussy swell as blood rushed into it, colored by an eagerness to be mated.

Long, slow licks traced her canal. They alternated both sides, then sunk lower, and traced her puckered asshole, too.

“Oh shit-!” Beatrix squirmed as she assaulted her weak points, caused her to squirm and grind her cunt into her face as her ass lifted off the earth. The tongue invaded her, split her pussy wide open as it impaled her, licked at her gooey, warm interior.

Lost in a haze of lust she barely remembered what was at risk. Only focused on a lust that demanded to be sated.

Her hands wandered to her own tits, fondled the squishy flesh as she tweaked her nipples. The huntress swirled her tongue around the insides of her cunt as it gripped around the playful, hungry intruder. “You're...so good,” she whined.

Her pussy winked around Fleur's muzzle as it buried itself cervix-deep inside her and used it to fuck her. Beatrix's juices dribbled into her mouth and ran down her chin, wet squishes resounding each time the huntress drew back and then slammed her entire muzzle back in. Lewd squelches filled their ears, painted nails digging into Belladonna's tender thighs.

“Don't...stop,” pleaded Beatrix who dug into her lover's mane and helped push her face into her cunt as it ground against her face. She humped into her, felt her lower holes repeatedly close down, felt a spark concentrated in her loins threaten to ignite.

Faster-and-faster her cavity was filled to full capacity, until Beatrix arced her body once more, cast back her head, and screamed. Her first spray overfilled her lover's mouth, practically drowned her as she was forced to close her eyes and struggle to swallow it down, as more surged around her nozzle, splashed alongside her chin, and slapped onto her plush pale tits.

She convulsed until her dam entirely emptied, slack and barely conscious once her orgasm wound down.

Beatrix's womanhood was still swollen and sensitive when her partner withdrew and licked her lips clean with a cocky smirk. This time the huntress opened her own legs, sidled up and scissored with her until they were interlocked pussy-to-pussy. Warmth radiated from their moist mounds, tethered by strands of their feminine arousal as their pussy lips messily, noisily kissed.

“Oh god~” Overstimulated by her face fuck, Beatrix tightened and came almost instantly. More squirts washed along Fleur's twat as she grinned evilly and rubbed harder, their swelled up clitorises rubbing as they glistened and burned white hot.

Her wicked smile widened as the huntress rose and dominated her, a hand clasped around a tit to catch it as they bounced. Wet smacks filled the air each time they bucked, pussies left to drool down their constricting assholes.

“You're safe with me,” assured Fleur between huffs as she fucked her. “Just submit to the pleasure!”

“I...I...oh...” Beatrix writhed like a slippery snake, their cunt meat mashed between them, sticky slips slathered as they rubbed about. She tried to think of her mentor and their open relationship, hoped that she would not mind her usual private dalliances!

A short time later she climaxed again, drier this time as her partner had all but worn her out. Perspiration soaked her oily succulence, as the huntress growled and creamed herself, trails of slimy, sticky goo leaking from their convulsing cervices.

For the finishing touch Fleur's clitoris ring worked its magic. The hoop encircled Beatrix's love bud, constricted it as the huntress swirled her hips and used the small piece of metal to help masturbate the moist little love button.

“Fuck...fuck...!” Beatrix pushed against her lover's tummy, so oversensitive by this point she chewed at her lower lip.

Mercy dawned on the huntress who released the grip of the ring at her will, but allowed it to remain locked in place. A constant reminder of what awaited her. “All you need to do is submit to our master, Natural Selection. He'll take care of everything.”

The huntress licked her lips, and her next kiss caused her prey to black out.

*****

Beatrix awakened with a startle. Her eyes darted about to take in her surroundings. The dim hut was filled by a collection of stuffed beasts, masks, weapons, and a variety of fetishes and other ceremonial items. Mostly, she was drawn to the cauldron at the center, and the pair by it. The huntress stood naked, as did the zebra warrior who was no doubt her 'master'.

An eerie emerald glow cast by the pot's content reflected off the pair and exaggerated their pristine physiques. She could not pull her gaze away, inhaled sharply, and swallowed hard in attempt to wet her dry throat as she croaked, “You're-”

“Natural Selection. I'm sure my lover's told you all about me,” he said as he approached. His firm hand cupped her cheek.

She turned her head aside. “Kidnapping mares is hardly the best way to make them like you!”

He grimaced. “Fire. I like that. They all resist at first,” he mused as his free hand pulled Fleur to him by her waist, and fondled one of her tits in slow, sensuous circles. She closed her eyes and cooed. “I've tamed them all, eventually.”

“Broken their wills, more like! The Fleur de Lis I know is proud! Independent!” In truth Beatrix had encountered many versions of the unicorn on her travels to other planes, but that was a commonality many versions of her seemed to share.

“Things...changed,” whispered Fleur who bowed her head meekly, putty in his hands.

“Can't you see? This isn't you! He must have drugged you or something! I-” Her protests were cut off when he smacked Fleur's ass to send her forward, and the huntress cut off any protests with another kiss as she crawled atop her.

Naked flesh pressed together. Breasts rested on breasts, mashed as Fleur leaned into her kiss and straddled her, the beautiful sight of their lower pink holes on full display to the zebra. Each orifice puckered, ready for him to fill them. He dragged his cock between his lover's ass cheeks, as he had instructed her to put on a show for him and made Beatrix ready to receive him.

He lowered himself, pressed his tongue to Belladonna's asshole, and slowly dragged up his muscle, over all their entrances to marinate them in warm saliva. He patted Fleur's plush rump a couple times, and she snapped to obey his signal, turning to face Beatrix's pussy and swinging a leg over her face as she lowered her delicious ass to her mouth with a playful wiggle.

Beatrix blushed at the succulent feast before her and figured she might as well. Her palms rested on her buttocks, spread her open, and she sunk her muzzle tip in as she began to slowly lap at her slippery, drippy birth canal. Similar attention was given to her own entrance by the huntress, who sucked and tugged on her meaty pussy lips as she serviced her hot holes.

Muted laughter came from Natural Selection as his dark flare pressed against Beatrix's snatch and gradually pressed in. The slit oozed down her sphincter as she was forced open, the moist squelch loud as he seized her by the ankles and lifted back her legs, ass lifted as he drove into her in a mating press. The witch wailed into the twat before her as he sank balls deep.

He pulled her feet back to the sides of her head, Beatrix surprised at her own flexibility as he bent her. Each time he drew back and slammed cervix-deep into her cunt nectar spattered in noisy, lewd spatters, and caused her ass cheeks to clap under each savage thrust. Between the licks and rubs at her clitoris, she absolutely squirmed between the passionate couple.

Did he intend to break her in from shear pleasure? Was that how he always won his mares over...?

“Y-you stole my magic...”

“Merely...neutralized it,” he answered between grunts as he hammered against her cervix, flesh mashing and his tip bent upwards as he snarled through clenched teeth and tried to batter his way past her final barrier. “Serve me well...*pant*...and I might return it to both of you!” With another savage hump his striped muscular buttocks quivered, and he pierced past the ring of goo oozing flesh, slammed directly into her slimy womb and punched its wall as he impaled her with a howl.

She arced upwards and screeched as she came on him and the mare's face. Felt him flare out and embed in place as his seed fired against her core, painted it, the excess left to leak down the crack of her ass and settle in her rectum where it stuck.

Instinctively she pressed a finger over Fleur's love bud, drove her to squirt too, as the messy sprays splashed over her face and into her open mouth. A grin of crazed satisfaction lit the zebra's face as he emptied his swollen balls into her belly until it swelled, thankful he was unaware that she was barren, unable to be impregnated...expect by miraculous intervention.

He withdrew before he finished, unleashed a couple loads all over Fleur's face, who stuck out her tongue to accept it. The mares continually winked and curled their toes, shaking as he pushed out the last drops and rubbed his cock on Fleur's scalp.

“You two have pleased me.” He walked around the bed and patted Fleur's butt a couple times.

Beatrix lazily rose up when the huntress moved off her and smoothed a palm over her rounded belly, felt his virile cum slosh inside her. No doubt he planned to stripe her, too. She wondered, how long had it taken for Fleur to finally crack?

“Bathe her,” he ordered and the huntress took her by the wrist to pull her up.

Beatrix stumbled after her outside, followed by Natural Selection who watched their wide hips and buttocks sway. They exited the tent where a short distance away there sat a small pool of water that shimmered under the sunlight.

The three of them sank into the heated waters with a swish. Beatrix relaxed her muscles and shivered under the mare's tender touch. Splashes sounded each time hands smoothed over her wet curves to remove every last trace of dirt.

Near them the zebra reclined and watched. He rarely blinked, harsh gaze focused on the show before him. Beatrix felt her breasts press into her back as her platinum mane tinged by violet highlights at the bottom were wet down and brushed out. The sun's rays caught their bare curves, her nipples still painfully erect as she half-swallowed a sensuous gasp.

So caught up was Natural Selection in the moment, he almost missed the almost inaudible pad of bare feet nearby. He shot up with a slash and whirled, barely swatted aside a dart that sailed his way, thankful he had not touched the coated spike.

“Ebony Ivory,” he snarled amidst a leap onto a bank, where he landed in a cat-like crouch.

The female zebra stood tall and bold, curves lined in muscle as she cast a wide shadow over her rival with a hateful sneer. For a moment the pair stared each other down, she too naked as the day she was born save for a similar thin strand of a belt lined in herbs, not to mention similar piercings on her tits and clitoris. Half of her wild mane was shaved and hung behind her.

“It might be too late for this one,” observed Ebony who studied the striped huntress. “But I'm taking the witch with me.” She clasped her spear and tensed her musculature, almost dared him to resist her sudden intrusion.

Loaded up with aphrodisiac herbs to make his seed more virile, Natural Selection knew his stamina was drained. Normally he and his rival were matched, but he was at a disadvantage now, and refused to hide behind one of his women.

“Go then. Take her.” He slapped Beatrix's ass to push her forward from the pool. “But I will come for her.”

“And I will await you,” answered Ebony who pulled the wet witch into her hold. “Follow me, young Beatrix.” With barely a glance back, she fell into step alongside her savior, figuring anywhere was better than her current situation.

“I can take her,” cried Fleur who began to rise, only to be stopped when he thrust out a muscular arm to block her.

“No. You're no match for her yet.” He wondered if she ever would be as he watched the pair retreat into the plains. She huffed with a vain pout as his hand rested under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his. “But perhaps, if I return your magic...”

Her palm rested over his heart and listened to its rhythmic thump. “Anything for you, master.” She cooed as his hands wandered and manhandled her supple flesh, leaned into his rough gropes, as skin squeezed beneath his firm, possessive touch.

He led her back into the hut, to make her ready for their next hunt.

*****

Spirited back to the humid jungle, Beatrix was taken to a hut atop a dock in the middle of a swamp. Small skulls hung outside the area, burned with phosphorescent to lit it in a ghastly green as darkness started to fell, and emitted scents and vapors that drove away the mosquitoes and other bugs that teamed the area. She settled uneasily into another bed.

A rattle sounded as Ebony Ivory stirred a steamy pot of soup. “Relax. You are understandably distressed.”

“Not to mention sore and raw,” mumbled Beatrix to herself as she rubbed her thighs together. At least her stomach was back to normal! She sniffed at the air, filled by the spicy aroma of whatever her hostess was cooking. “What is that?”

“A stew. You'll need your strength and sleep. Unfortunately, we may not have long before we're tracked down.” She ladled up the contents, sidled over, and offered her a fresh bowl. “Take as much as you like.”

“Thank you.” She blew on it and accepted a wooden spoon. “Um, who are you?”

Ebony settled down beside her. “Another hunter who, like Natural Selection, was excommunicated from my tribe. After a time he had hunted every beast available, some almost to extinction for mere sport, and was hence stripped of his honor and exiled.” She paused in thought as Beatrix spooned up her food. “Soon, he turned to hunting mares to ease his boredom.”

Beatrix nodded as she slurped up another mouthful. “And you?”

“I wished to track my old partner down and stop him. The tribe decided it wasn't their business. So I threw away my place in the tribe. I believe it's dishonorable to leave him as-is. He must be brought to justice,” she finished, face drawn in determination.

“I see,” replied Beatrix as she finished her meal and covered a small burp. “You're right, I do need to rest. More importantly, I want to help! But to do so I'll need my magic back! Is there some way you can-”

“Worry not. That stew is mixed with potent herbs that should help neutralize what he did to you.”

Beatrix placed the bowl on a shelf. “I sense a 'but' coming on.”

“Indeed. You'll have to sleep the effects off. I pray we have time. I'll watch over you,” she swore and brushed the tresses off her guest's sweaty face. “It's odd. The magic I worked gave me visions of your arrival. A witch from another universe.”

Laying back onto a pillow, Beatrix sighed and pursed her lips. “I'm mostly a traveling entertainer. I don't really like to fight, but somehow I'm always pulled into another conflict. Sure, I could walk away, but I'm not sure my conscience would allow it.” She stared up above and considered how easy it would be once her powers were back to draw a portal and vanish.

Maybe poor Fleur de Lis was too far gone to save. But she refused to simply abandon her!

“The choice is yours alone,” assured Ebony who placed a hand over hers. “We'll discuss it more later. Sleep well.”

A sweet lullaby filled her ears which twitched in response. Beatrix's eyes started to grow heavier by the moment. Already, she could feel the tiniest spark in her horn and smiled. Without her magic she felt empty. Useless.

The ambiance of nature as the sky grew darker helped her settle in. A gentle rain started to fall and pattered overhead. It reminded her of home, when she traveled with her mother by wagon to a variety of places across the continent.

In order to strengthen her ability to weave portals she not only needed to travel between planes, but also spent some time in them, and gather up some of the unique energy stored in each universe. One more reason for her to stay and help.

Within minutes she drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Thanks to the mysterious food she ingested to help speed up her body's natural healing processes, surreal dreams began to flood her as she restlessly stirred and murmured...