Naked Slaves of the Zebra

“There's nowhere left to run,” rumbled Natural Selection as the gasses that rose from the swamp after his followers had tainted it with toxins burst into flames. Discolored, noxious clouds filled the atmosphere and reeked, overpowering. A number of male zebras swarmed ahead of him, naked as the hunter was, and likewise Fleur de Lis who he fondled at his bulky side.

Driven from their sanctuary, Ebony Ivory attempted to hold them off as Beatrix Belladonna burst into a desperate run. She wanted to stay and help, but her horn sparked uselessly, no matter how hard she repeatedly tried!

She coughed and choked as the raging inferno hissed and continued to spread, until the jungle around them smoldered and blackened. Perspiration lined her as she pushed her way through, back to the plains, as there was nowhere else to escape.

Clutching a sheet to her, she waved a hand and attempted to summon her clothes, but like expected the simple spell fizzled out. There were few 'weapons' at hand, not that she was much of a physical fighter anyhow, but she scooped up a stick and rock as she passed, aware that if her pursuers caught her it would likely end up with a battle to the death...or worse.

One raced ahead of the pack. A leaping kick sailed across the air as Beatrix looked over her shoulder and cried out as the foot connected with her back and bowled her over. The pale striped unicorn sat on the witch's plush rump as she straddled her.

“Don't do this,” begged Beatrix as her firm hands closed over her wrists. She kicked and tasted dust.

“Silence,” warned Fleur, whose hot breath tickled her inner ear as she nipped on and pulled it with a low moan.

Heat filled Belladonna's flesh which colored bright, much to her shame. Especially since she could feel the elegant mare's soft, warm mound and its slit press on her posterior, held trapped below by her weight. She could not deny the super model was one of the most beautiful mares she had ever seen. That despite the circumstances, she still stirred up raw lust in her.

“Well done,” said Natural Selection who marched up with his zebra hunters. He yanked a badly beaten and bruised Ebony Ivory by the mane, who had managed to dispatch a few of his men before she inevitably fell to their numbers. “Unfortunately, these two must be punished. Not only did they try and escape, but this one slaughtered many of our own!”

“You won't win-” Ebony was interrupted by his backhand to her face.

“I don't want you to open that mouth unless a cock is shoved into it,” he warned darkly with narrowed eyes. “Speaking of which. Fleur de Lis. You claimed first blood. But you must complete your indoctrination into my tribe.” He removed a vial from a pouch on his thin belt and tossed it to her. “Drink it. I'm sure you'll know what to do from there.”

Without question Fleur opened the bottle and drank the contents down, determined to cement her place as his alpha lover. To show up the other mares he bedded. They were mere vessels for his seed, but she alone would win his favor!

“You've been indoctrinated-” Beatrix winced as her face was shoved into the dirt.

A, incredibly heat burned in Fleur's loins, who growled as magic visibly radiated about her groin. Her clitoris swelled as she groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure, as the heart-shaped love nub reshaped itself into a massive stallion cock as it filled with blood and landed with a smack between Beatrix's ass cheeks with a wet thud that made her quiver.

Given the honor of breaking his latest bitch in, a cruel smirk crossed Fleur's snout. She rubbed her new piece of meat between the supple slopes, felt it harden until it was fully erect, overcome by a mad desire to fill the nearest feminine hole.

“Plant your seed in her womb,” commanded her master. “That will complete the ritual.”

“Time to be properly bred,” hotly and harshly Fleur whispered in her ear. “But I suspect a slut like you's used to it. An unruly bitch must be fucked into submission,” she hissed and pressed the tip of her flare against Beatrix's twat. The puffy lips parted easily, already slick and heated, her birth canal driven wide open as the vein-lined shaft sunk inwards with a moist squelch.

“Oh...no~,” whined Beatrix, despite the silly look of primal lust on her face. Within seconds she was taken balls deep, and her buttocks clapped as the striped mare pulled on her hair and started to hump, their shapely buttocks jiggling wildly.

Cheers sounded from the zebras, who started to openly stroke their dark meat at the sight before them. It was a rare day when a female 'zebra' was welcomed into their number, always once they broke in another unruly mare. Each of his men were perfectly sculpted specimens, as Natural Selection did not tolerate any imperfection in those he decided were worthy to serve him.

He nodded in approval as his lover worked out Belladonna, Ebony's hair twisted in his face. He shoved her snout into his groin, ground it there, slapped his hung cock across her cheeks and over her dome. “You wish Beatrix to survive the night?” After a moment Ebony nodded once, despite the defiance that smoldered in her eyes. “Then you know what to do.”

There was a flicker of hesitation before Ebony opened her lips and took his shaft into her warm confines. Gradually she increased her pace and bobbed her head. His muscular hips drove into her throat, make her sputter and gargle.

“She is to claim her womb,” said Natural. “But the rest of you are otherwise free to indulge yourselves.”

Like a starved pack of animals the zebras beset Belladonna, whose position was distorted by Fleur de Lis to offer them better access to her wet, ready holes. She sputtered as a cock was forced into her puckered asshole and another down her throat. They treated her roughly, like she was no more than a slab of meat, ready to be tenderized as they battered at her softness.

More swollen dicks were shoved into her palms, which she stroked. Better to speed up the process, she assumed. But she could not deny the way she moistened and tightened, burned all over as she panted and milked the cocks that stretched her lower holes, her asshole and pussy separated by a thin layer of hot flesh as the dicks that drove into her practically touched.

Lost in a haze of lust, a particularly adventurous stud, not content to wait his turn as Beatrix was taken from all ends, instead spread one of Fleur's ass cheeks to reveal her pastel pink asshole and cunt still below her new tool. He grinned, spat on her rectum, and rubbed a few circles around the warm puckered ring before he drove his black flare up her ass.

She gasped as he settled in, more curious zebras that surrounded them presenting their cocks to her, too. She also took one into her mouth and encircled them with her hands, the air filled with the musk of the rogue tribe and the wet, loud slap of bare flesh.

Meanwhile Ebony was pushed onto all fours and mounted by the pack leader. “You and Beatrix will be the pack bitches,” he growled and bit into her nape. Already he had savored her bitchy blowjob, hate written across her features. “You were supposed to be my mate. My prize to win.” He smacked her ass as he started to fuck her cunt. “It's time you knew your place.”

Her breasts swung and swayed, distended as he tugged on the rings in her nipples. Casually pounding her into submission, almost bored as the jungle burned in the distance and the sun slowly started to dip beneath the horizon, he watched his men.

Most of them came inside and a few on the mares, more blasts of cum unloaded all over Beatrix's messy, runny face. Each time a stud blew his load, another replaced him, a slimy cock withdrawn for gaped, drippy asshole as another shaft was shoved in.

They treated Fleur similar as she was also free use until she successfully inseminated Beatrix. A particularly hard smack landed on the alpha bitch's pale striped ass, which wobbled violently, a nasty red hand print left on her smooth skin.

She shivered slightly as a cock was dragged over her face to wipe it off. Another was left to rest on her snout, between her eyes, as it radiated warmth and throbbed. She barely closed her eyes in time as a fresh, heavy blast hosed down her features.

Time ceased to matter. Beatrix lost track of how many times she and Fleur squirted around a barrage of cocks, their pliable orifices used and abused until they were sore, most of the studs returning for second or even third rounds to claim them.

Fleur spat the cock from her mouth as her testicles pulsed, and she clasped her hands around Beatrix's cheeks to face her once she snarled. Despite the mouthful of cum she screamed in her face, “Take it bitch,” and punctured her cervix.

The flare locked into place and she hosed down her slippery womb. There were a few grumbles of disappointment, as she became one of them and were forced to withdraw from Fleur, but started to cheer as they instead came all over Beatrix. The witch's tits heaved as she was dropped onto the earth, more blasts of semen slapped all over her until she was totally soaked.

“Bitchy witchy whore,” said Fleur as she withdrew her half-erect shaft and spat on her dominated slut.

That was the sign for Natural Selection to sate his own needs, as he could not allow himself to reach his climax before his tribe. He yanked on Ebony's mane as he skewered her, forced another brazen orgasm she yelped out as he, too, stuffed her womb full of his semen. She shivered and shook below his musculature, little more than another vessel to please his tribesmen.

*****

A shrill screamed erupted throughout the hut. Beatrix awakened with a startle, soaked in sweat, the sheets below her ass sticky after she had obviously came all over them many times. She blushed bright and mumbled to herself, “A dream...?”

“Not exactly,” answered Ebony who watched over her guest at the bedside. “You needed to work out the toxins, which stimulated your libido, but also it was a prophetic vision, a warning of what could occur, should we fail.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “That means we-”

“Have little time, yes. Try your magic.” The zebra watched the witch's horn shimmer. “Better, but still far from what we'll seed. I fear we must take drastic measures. But I won't move forward without your consent.”

Beatrix raised an eyebrow. “What do we have to do?”

“You must be properly bred to remove the last traces of the poison. I can nullify it,” she explained.

“Ha, and I think I know how.” Beatrix smirked. “Sure, why not? You've already seen it all, anyhow.” It was hardly unusual for her to get to know the local inhabitants...through a little intimate contact. She beckoned her over with a hand wave.

Ebony slid into bed and crawled up to her. Within moments the zebra parted her thighs, pressed her cunt to the witch's, and rubbed against her as a slick trail oozed from their slits. She needed to make Beatrix come hard, and fast!

“Ooh~” Beatrix writhed under her ministrations. She dug her nails into the stained sheets below, curled her toes.

Faster-and-faster Ebony worked her over, groped one of her tits as they smacked about and her ass, leaned in and locked lips with her as their tongues wrestled, easily able to dominate Beatrix who happily submitted to her.

Yet it clearly was not enough to help her reach the peak fast. That was where Ebony's potions came in. She plucked one off the counter and swigged its bitter contents down. Immediately her loins seared with an intense heat and flesh swelled.

The zebra's clitoris gradually swelled into a pink cock that slowly penetrated Beatrix's folds. She wheezed and clenched down on the intruder, shook and almost climaxed on the spot, as Ebony lifted one of her legs and started to fuck her. The piece of meat slammed cervix-deep, aware that for Beatrix to reclaim her magic, she could not baby her. She needed to be fucked.

Beatrix bit into the pillow and moaned, enjoyed the ride as the shaft hammered in-and-out amidst speckles of pussy nectar. The bed creaked under the thrusts, and her horn glowed and sparked as it charged up with more of her suppressed magic. “More...harder,” she demanded, chewing her lower lips and milking her, so close her glazed eyes almost blanked out.

Her rump arced up into the zebra's hips, angled so that the cock rubbed across her g-spot each time she was taken. She cried out each time Ebony stabbed in, her horn filling the interior with a brilliant luminescence as it hummed and vibrated.

“So...close...!” Beatrix screamed for release into her pillow, as Ebony shoved her thumb up the witch's asshole.

That finally pushed her over the edge. Belladonna howled, soaked the warrior, and violently milked her as she came, causing Ebony to groan as her tool opened fire into the comfortable, presented hole she filled. As eruptions of her seed flooded the witch's feminine core, the repressed magic in Beatrix's horn violently built up into a charge that finally exploded.

Ebony cried out as she was cast off mid-orgasm, Beatrix also knocked from the bed under the shock wave as one of the zebra's thick loads slapped all over her face and filled her mouth. More landed on her heaving tits and belly as the pair landed on the floorboards with a thud.

The pair of them sprawled out for a moment, spent but aware they needed to move fast.

“Better,” said Beatrix who stumbled to her feet, radiated her horn, and cast a pair of spells. The first one removed the sweat and semen off her physique, the second with a wave of her hand caused her full costume to materialize over her. She checked the inner folds of her cloak, relieved to find her potions were all there, summoned back by her Prima Materia. “Yes!”

Ebony also stood and wiped herself down. “Will you back me up? You could probably leave if you wished...”

Beatrix tested as she drew part of a circle and sliced a small rent in reality that shimmered. “True. But I want to help you, after all you've done for me. Not to mention poor Fleur! If there's a chance we can save her, I'll do whatever it takes!”

“We must make haste.” Thankfully with its seed spent, Ebony already felt her extra tool start to recede. She replaced her belt and lined it with anything that might prove helpful. The pair of them slipped out the back, and Ebony scouted ahead.

She scooped Beatrix into her arms and leaped onto a tree branch where she landed almost silently. Raising an index finger to her lips, Ebony's heightened senses, aided by the herbs she ingested, spotted the hunters in the distance.

There was no sign of Natural Selection, although she had no doubt he too surveyed the area. At the lead was Fleur de Lis, the striped unicorn naked and her face drawn in righteous indignation towards those who dared defy her master, flanked by zebra hunters, like her their physiques accentuated by the sunlight that poured over them as they marched towards the swamp.

If she were the peak of raw, pure femininity, they were matched in their masculinity. Perfect specimens who proudly displayed their naked bodies and their stripes. Fanatics, ready to die for the pleasures their master offered the traitors to the tribe.

Beatrix's heart skipped as she remembered her dream visions. She pressed closer to the warrior.

“You're safe with me,” whispered Ebony who clasped her warm hand. “I swear. You remember the plan?” The witch nodded back. “Then let's do this.”

Both knew they would only have one shot at this. Failure would mean they too would end up broken like the huntress...or worse.

A war cry escaped Ebony as she hurtled into action, while Beatrix weaved a potent spell...