Naked Slaves of the Zebra

Spreading the pale ass cheeks of his lover, Natural Selection admired the puckered pink of Fleur de Lis' asshole. He drove his tongue into it, traced a circle around its tight, warm confines, the ring of succulent flesh tasting of salt from her sweat. Her sweet hole clenched around the invader, and she whimpered and squirmed, her back arced as her inflamed pussy leaked.

He needed to prepare her for the hunt...not to mention himself. Once they set out, she would truly be tested. Would the proud unicorn persevere, or break under the pressure? The zebra considered the possibilities as he ate out her ample, pale ass.

She wiggled her hips, ground back her posterior into his face, moaned like a wanton whore. “I-I'm your alpha bitch,” she murmured through a beet red face, the stripes he painted on her making her more malleable to suit him.

He withdrew from her clenched rectum, mouth still tethered to it by a trail of spit that ran down her snatch. A certain doubt nonetheless ate at his heart, because despite the odds in his favor, not only was his former lover able to match him blow-for-blow, but Beatrix was an unknown element. Better to give himself another edge...even if it meant potentially breaking Fleur.

Certainly, he would prefer to keep her as his alpha whore, but if that failed she would at least be a bimbo broodmare to please him and the tribe. The witch was not quite a match for her beauty, but more than enough to serve his needs for now.

“I have another present for you,” he purred out with a low growl.

She tried to mute her excited squeal. “Please. I need it,” she pleaded below him.

He reached for his most potent concoction. A poison that, in small doses, could make one fight like a dragon since it was taken from the blood of an ancient Dragon Lord...or would consume the mind completely over time and drive one insane.

The bottle was uncorked and its contents were poured into her slick asshole. The cool contents settled into her sphincter, sloshed around its pastel pink circumference, where it slowly funneled into her bowels to be absorbed. She moaned as it slid in.

Since he had already built a slight tolerance to it, he stuck his tongue back into her asshole and helped push it in. Immediately his blood heated up, his musculature slightly expanded, the chiseled portions covered in veins that popped up.

A roar rose up from him, eyes threatening to turn white, and after withdrawing his muscle from her rectum he replaced it with his dark cock, made her whimper and wiggle as he impaled her. “Yes master~,” she cooed and giggled, the toxin further increasing her submissiveness, her obedience and loyalty to him. “Split my ass in half!” She used her palms to spread out her cheeks as he started to mercilessly skewer her balls deep, the slap of his gray balls sounding under each piston. “Fuck my ass!”

She snarled as her eyes started to lose color, her hatred for those who defied her master intensified and laser focused. Given some of his potions for use in the battle to come, she could not wait to grow a temporary cock of her own and rape Beatrix into submission. The thought of it made her wink harder, puffy pussy lips moister than ever as he slammed in-and-out of her.

He delivered a rough, possessive smack to her ass that made her tense up and cry out, tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes as she soaked the bed amidst a messy, squirting climax that washed over his loins. He buried himself to the hilt, fired into her, one hand squeezing a heavy tit like she was a cow to be milked, another tightening around her throat.

She sputtered and choked, eyes rolling into her skull as she came harder around his titanic dick. Her mind blanked out, her face twisted into a bimbo-like expression as she was fucked absolutely silly, unable to halt her orgasms as she winked lewdly.

He kept himself buried there until his lusty slut could come no more. Drool escaped her lips, messy mane splayed.

To his relief clarity returned to her hazy eyes. A vision had momentarily flashed before her, where she, Ebony Ivory, and Beatrix Belladonna, alongside a number of mares he had secreted elsewhere were left to rest naked atop a series of beds, each one heavily pregnant and with rune tattoos of their uterus emblazoned above their wet, hot, and drippy cunts.

Natural Selection had smiled and traced the swollen bellies of his lovers who cooed as he touched them and passed by. Each were now reduced to broken playthings, faces twisted in pleasure, ready to bear him his powerful offspring.

The mere thought of it made her squirm as a small, dry orgasm made her nether region clench in response.

“Good girl,” he groaned back to her and landed another firm smack on her bare bottom. The striped flesh bounced and wobbled, as she rose into his strong arms and pressed into his barrel chest. He cupped her chin. “Are you ready?”

“I am ready master,” she murmured with a blush and half-lidded eyes. Reaching to grab her spear, she hefted its weight in one slender but toned arm. “I would bury the tip of this blade in Ebony's and Beatrix's cunts, if you so wished it.”

“No.” He slid his hand lower and applied pressure to her throat. “I want them alive.”

“Of...of course,” she sputtered through his firm grip, a masochistic streak from all the potions and herbs he had forced on her further awakened, as his dominance left her perky pink nipples painfully hard and caused her lower holes to clench down. Jealousy had momentarily awakened a rebellious streak in her, which he soothed with his other hand.

Fingers traced over her gooey snatch, up-and-down the tight slit, over her heart-shaped clitoris to soothe his tamed bitch. She mewled and closed her eyes, desperate to show him that Ebony and Beatrix could never remotely compare to her!

A cry of disappointment arose as he released her. “We'll resume once our work is done.”

“Yes...master.” She clung onto her halberd, libido and aggression still stirred up. No doubt the same sensations the ancient tribe had felt as they conquered their enemies then proceeded to rape and pillage their lands, razed to the ground and earth salted as their numbers swelled and spread. A brutish practiced that had long since been outlawed.

However the master swore to revive it. That he would cull every stallion one day and breed them out of existence.

At her request she had taken the lead on this hunt, trailed by the zebra loyalists who hungered for fresh pussy...

*****

The moment battle was joined, it had all started to go wrong. Around Fleur de Lis the herd scattered, as a number of twisted monstrosities seemingly manifested from nowhere and assaulted them from all sides. She too momentarily balked, faced by alien abominations from a nightmare, inky tentacled creatures that were covered in suckers, eyes, and razor teeth.

A creepy emerald miasma rolled over the air as they stabbed back at or retreated from the beasts from the stars, monsters spoken of in myths that tales claimed could drive one permanently mad in their presence.

“Stand firm,” demanded Natural Selection who rushed to their aid from his hidden spot. “They're illusions-”

A muted yell hurled from his black snout as Ebony hopped down from a tree and delivered a kick to his chest. A couple ribs shattered under the impact and he staggered, but managed to grab her leg and swing her. She winced as her back smacked into a tree trunk, slipped from his hold, and cartwheeled onto her feet. Face-to-face the bitter rivals circled.

“So Beatrix is a skilled illusionist,” mused Natural who wiped saliva from his mouth on the back of his hand. He had seen her produce a few illusions to distract a hard, but never thought she was capable on such a widespread scale.

“If you had any idea who her mother was that would be obvious,” answered Ebony as each studied the ripple of muscles from their adversary, waited for their foe to make the first move. “The mist we released dulled the senses of your followers. They are poorly trained. Too focused on the prize.” The eagerness in their eyes to subdue and tame them was obvious.

“Merely a test,” he spat and stabbed at her. She pirouetted away from the thrust, countered with her own, as one spear parried another. Coated with a toxin, all it would take was one stroke to paralyze her and finish his work.

Yet she too had prepared her spear tip, determined to bring him home to answer for all his crimes!

She jumped back into the treetops, and he followed, as they continued a dance that had lasted years through the thick foliage. She needed to set the pace of battle, make certain to put distance between him and Beatrix. Below his scattered hunters continued to run or hide, yet a few had finally caught on and hunted for the source of the magic who secreted herself away.

“Got you,” cried Fleur who spotted the witch as she cowered behind a thick, rotten log and weaved her spells.

“Oh shit-!” Beatrix's horn and hands still shimmered as she raised an invisible barrier in attempt to stop her stampede. The huntress snorted between clenched teeth, fired up her own horn, and fired a beam faster than the shield could be raised.

While she lacked the witch's versatility and raw power, the pale unicorn had instead refined her basic spells to a razor point, able to fire them off faster and with more efficiency than most casters. Despite her jealousy and resentment she reminded herself to hold back so the bitch could be taken alive, as the pastel pink beam slammed into Belladonna's breastbone.

The blast struck with such force not only did Beatrix's top burst open, and her ample tits toppled loose to wobble and smack, but she was thrown backwards, flipped, and her thong-clad ass landed into the soggy earth with a muddy splash. Immediately the huntress was upon her, straddled her and pressed the spear to her throat. “Don't move,” she warned.

“Wouldn't...dream of it,” wheezed Beatrix who was forced to retract her spell as her bared tits heaved and her heart skipped.

The witch had done her part. But could Ebony Ivory handle Natural Selection by her lonesome...?

At least she finally had Fleur where she wanted her. Aware that this might be the result were she discovered, Beatrix had woven a delayed spell that would only activate once she spoke the trigger phrase. She cried out, “Great and Powerful!”

The huntress furrowed her brow. “I don't know what childishness you're up to, but-” Her pupils dilated as something hard suddenly poked at her foal-hole. The witch's clitoris swelled up, right into Fleur's wet, unprotected cunt, and filled it. Gasps emerged from the huntress who blushed bright. “Why you little...oh,” she cried as her pussy gripped the intruder.

Shaken from the unexpected penetration, she shuddered and the world went white as she came with a cry and slimy squirt.

A momentary distraction was all Beatrix needed to fire up her aura and seize the spear which she tossed aside. To save the huntress she needed to break her in, to override Natural Selection's hold over her, similar to how Ebony Ivory helped unlock her neutralized magic. Belladonna rose up, hands wrapped around the mare's sides as she started to pump into her.

“Y-you-! Ah~!” Fleur's hateful expression was lost as she cast back her head, shook her legs, and came hard.

Aware that after being in his thrall for so long Beatrix could not break his hold so easily, she waved away her costume, lowered the mare to the dirt, and continued to pummel her puffy pussy. Her palm encircled and squeezed a tit mid-bounce, her ears perked and twitched at the clap of ass cheeks each time she ruined her well-used hole, determined to save the broken bitch.

Her massive cock claimed her crevice, pierced past her cervix, into her slimy womb to possess her feminine core. Gentleness would not do. She needed to shatter the new identity he tried to force on her, so that she might rebuild herself!

Groans rose from Beatrix as she reshaped her insides, felt her slick tunnel clamp with need around her thick tool. She felt her drip down her crotch and legs, thoroughly soaked her, as her savaged snatch spattered slimy secretions.

Beatrix howled and loosed her load into her uterus. Yet found the submissive slut still was not satisfied.

So she altered positions. Lifted her prey's leg and fucked her again. Took her on all fours like an animal in heat. Claimed her asshole and mouth too, unloaded viscous cum into her soon well-glazed and gaped fuck holes, showered her face, tits, and ass in her runny seed which stuck to her matted fur. The used up breeder writhed and heaved, squirmed in a pool of spunk.

A sweaty Beatrix panted, completely spent. Thankfully she saw an old fire returned to the pallid unicorn's eyes.

She frowned at what she had needed to do, despite the euphoria it had filled the huntress with, and she leaned in to kiss the unicorn's forehead. “I'll come back for you,” she promised, summoned back her costume, and wrapped the huntress in her cape. Hidden best as she could, Beatrix reluctantly left her behind the rotted log and rushed off to support her partner.

*****

The two warriors were evenly matched, but Ebony started to strain under his raw strength, further enhanced by the poison he lapped up from his lover's clenched asshole. He battered her back, forced her to retreat as the illusions faded and hunters arrived to support him. Her wild blow connected with one's skull and knocked him unconscious, but it was obvious she would soon be overwhelmed. She slipped from the treetop, landed with a rustle in a bush, and broke into a mad dash.

“Oh? You flee and cower? My whore must have dealt with Beatrix,” mused Natural Selection.

Giving chase into the plains, his eyes shot wide open as a whirlwind suddenly stirred up ahead. Chunks of the earth were torn up, tossed about, as were several of his followers who yelled as they were lifted up, helpless before the elements.

“She's not alone,” called Beatrix whose hands and horn glowed as she weaved her spells. She was tempted to call on her arcane magic taught by her mentor and lover, but decided to keep it in reserve, especially since she was exhausted after her tryst.

Fortunately it was the distraction Ebony needed, the prick of her spear tip able to knock out his fanatics one-by-one. He yelled in frustration, attention torn between the two wanton whores who dared to defy his noble birthright!

More unconscious bodies fell around Ebony as she cautiously approached, spear leveled. “There's nowhere to run.”

His eyes hovered between the pair who closed in from both sides, yet kept their distance, ready to stab or blast him the moment he attacked. For several moments none moved nor spoke, yet he refused to drop the spear he clasped in his hands.

“Toss your weapon aside and surrender,” warned Beatrix. “Otherwise, I'll nuke those nuts you're so attached to!”

Grumbles and snorts sounded from Natural Selection, certain that if he were captured and taken before the tribe, they would subject him to a similar fate. Perhaps he would be left to be eaten alive by wild beasts afterward. But slim though it might be, there would nevertheless be a chance at escape. He started to lower his weapon, then suddenly hurtled at the witch.

He twisted in attempt to evade the fireball, screamed as part of his fur was singed and smoked, but continued to dive towards the caster much faster than she could evade, let-alone weave a fresh spell. The spear tip rushed at her heart.

If he could not possess the traveler, he would teach her and Ebony a final, fatal lesson!

A pink beam lanced out from the jungle. It hissed and struck his torso, knocked him off-balance and threw him aside. The spear slipped from his grasp, and he shuddered, part of his cooked fur blackened as strength rapidly left him.

A fierce expression twisted Fleur de Lis when the proud mare stepped out, ready to loose another beam that shimmered on her horn tip. Her feet straddled his sides as she glared down at him, the spear point pressed at his neck.

Bitter tears filled her eyes as she shook, ready to make him suffer, to finally end this!

“I won't stop you,” stated Ebony who understood her pain only too well. “Are you okay, Beatrix?”

“Y-yeah. Just surprised me.” She dusted herself off. “Um, s-sorry about what I had to do.”

“I understand,” replied Fleur, unable to keep the bitterness from her voice as she did not waver. She had been brainwashed, ravaged and humiliated, forced to betray vows taken to her husband! “A quick death would be too merciful. Take him before the tribe, let him and his thugs face proper justice. From what I've seen, the laws of the plains are harsh indeed.”

“You...will all regret this,” swore Natural Selection in a mutter, barely conscious as he writhed in sheer agony. A moment later he finally passed out, a portion of his lion-like mane burnt to a crisp, parts of his skin cooked and certain to scar.

Ebony Ivory checked his wounds. “He will survive, if I properly tend to him.” Carefully the three of them restrained the warrior as Beatrix summoned a rope from her cape. It repeatedly slithered around him, enraptured him several times over, just to be sure. Once it was properly knotted she applied a few tinctures to ease his pain, much as she hated him.

Fleur swept back her dense mane. “You don't need to worry about me. I'll be fine. I simply need some time.”

“Of course,” replied Beatrix who kept her snout pursed. She started to secure his tribesmen as well. They were placed in a pile nearby, and she wished her mother's wagon was here to make it easier to transport them. Instead they would be lifted by an aura, carried back to the hut, and imprisoned there until the tribe could be summoned to collect them.

Ebony rested a hand on her shoulder and asked, “Would you like to stick around, Beatrix? Watch his trial and punishment?”

“Don't really have a taste for bloodshed,” admitted the witch. She had seen far too much death and suffering recently, hopeful that a trip to a random world would allow her to relax. Yet somehow she stumbled on trouble more often than not.

At least it was not a complete waste, as she had helped save another mare and made a new ally. Not to mention her ability to weave her portals was slightly more potent after she had spent some time here. “Guess I'll stick around for a little while longer,” decided Belladonna. “Who knows? Maybe I can still have some fun yet!” She beamed wide, filled with a sense of relief.

The harsh sun set over the plains. The trio of mares held hands and took a moment to soak in the world's natural beauty.

*****

Later that night the tribe arrived and took the prisoners with them. In the meantime Ebony invited the mares to stay at her hut, where they settled into a bath she prepared out in the open. Heated waters hissed and steam under the moon and stars. The soft glow caressed their nude curves, soaked in moisture that beaded and drizzled down the slopes of their supple femininity.

With painstaking work Ebony had removed the last stripe that tattooed the tender, pallid flesh and thin fur coat. Thus they were free to indulge themselves in the open, since it would be days until Ebony was summoned back to the tribe as a heroine.

It reminded Beatrix of home, where she and her mother would often skinny dip into the dawn. “Allow me,” said the hostess who lathered up her guests in soap. The suds clung and rolled down them as she worked to scrub every last inch of them.

“Ooh,” murmured Beatrix with half-lidded appreciation under firm hands who rolled circles around her slippery, soapy tits.

“You certainly are hedonistic,” observed Fleur who shook her head and proudly posed, her own shapeliness on full display. She carried herself with grace and vanity, trying to reclaim the dignity the brute had attempted to steal from her.

“Heightened sex drive,” confessed Beatrix with a shrug. “All part of my charm. Of course, I'm not quite the knockout you are!”

“Oh? I suppose I do owe you,” answered the mare in a sultry voice as she waded closer. Beatrix pleasantly shuddered as soft, ample breasts pressed into her own, the tit flesh partially flattened as they mashed and their erect, perky nipples kissed.

“W-what do you have in mind,” answered Beatrix coyly as she failed to conceal a dopey smile and blush.

“Whatever you like. You too.” She traced an index finger under each of their chins. Within moments Ebony pressed closer to them too, their snouts leaned in, and they shared a three-way, sloppy kiss between them that audibly smacked.

“Count me in,” said Ebony who smiled at the lovely duo.

Their hands wandered freely. Smoothed over smooth, velvety curvature, helped wash each other down as they made out.

Pretty soon the threesome ended up on the bank, let themselves act naturally as instinct and lust carried them. Fleur found herself at the center as the mares worshiped her exquisite form, Beatrix's plush ass lowered to her face where her pussy was soon savored like it was the last delicious meal she would ever eat, while Ebony sunk her snout between Fleur's open thighs.

The zebra shifted so that her rump was presented to Beatrix, as the trio lapped at the wet holes presented to them. They licked, rubbed, and nibbled, completely lost in the moment as on occasion the three of them would switch positions.

Squirts filled open maws, muzzles soaked as they drank down sweet snatch sugar. Some of it slid down their wet fur, drooled over ample tits and puckered assholes, as their slits winked and drooled.

With days to kill, there would be more than enough time to repeatedly savor one-another, a final treat to leave the ugliness of recent events far behind them.

Moans filled the air, interrupted the buzz and chirp of insects that came from the jungle that surrounded them.

When they were finally exhausted they collapsed on their backs, rested on the bank hand-in-hand, and stared at the pale moon.

Their breasts heaved, no words needed to be exchanged them, as a tender breeze brushed over their denuded suppleness.

Within moments the lovers finally drifted off.