Celebration of the Zebra Tribe

Once the trial neared Ebony Ivory was summoned back to the village. While she had chosen to become a pariah to pursue justice, the tribe welcomed her home as a heroine, spears raised as her fellow zebras shouted heavenward. Like her many of them went naked, striped muscles and curves proudly displayed beneath a blue sky and the sun's rays that blazed down.

She stood tall and well-shaped, a thin belt lined in herbs and vials around her waist. Ample breasts bounced under her movements, wide nipples pierced by gold hoops, as was her clitoris. Her mane was shaved close to her head on one side, the wild hair on the other left to drift behind her in the zephyr. She nodded at the warriors she passed.

Behind the huntress walked her pair of companions. The first was Fleur de Lis, the statuesque super model also completely bare, used to her nakedness after her recent 'adventure'. Pastel pink nipples dotted tits that wobbled with each stride, her head proudly raised, aware that stallions and mares alike were unable to tear their eyes away from her loveliness.

Lastly came Beatrix Belladonna, a witch who traveled from another world by way of portal. Not wanting to insult their customs, she too went naked, violet, ample curves on full display. She blushed and grinned at those they passed as platinum hair tinged in purple trailed after her. Despite her raw beauty, she doubted her looks, surrounded by these perfect feminine specimens.

They passed over the grassland, through the mazes of huts, decorated by animal bones and skulls. Charms and fetishes dangled in the wind and chimed, used to ward off evil. A pathway cut through the flat land and wound towards a larger structure.

The tribe chief towered over all other zebras, even compared to the traitor who was about to be put on trial. Despite his age Noble Savage was a mass of pure muscle, his lined face drawn and grim. His dark shaft proudly swung between his chiseled thighs when he rose to greet the newcomers. “Welcome home, Ebony Ivory. We understand the reasons for your transgressions.”

Ebony approached as she and her companions lowered their heads and sunk to one knee. “I accept whatever punishment you feel is suitable. My sole request is that, if I might be so bold, please allow me to rescue the rest of the enslaved mares.”

“We will see,” mused Noble who gazed down on the threesome.

Titters sounded from within his large hut. “Oh please,” came a feminine voice. “You remember what we talked about?” The disembodied sound made its presence known, as the tallest, most voluptuous mares in the world strolled into the open.

Shocked gasps rose from Ebony's companions at the sight of the princesses, stark naked. Celestia wandered out with naked pride, heavy breasts, hips, and buttocks unable to help but quiver and tantalize anyone who watched. Luna was slightly less shapely, but still voluptuous, and carried herself in a more reserved, clipped manner as they flanked the chief.

“What.” The word tumbled from Beatrix's lips unbidden, unable to believe what she saw.

“Don't act so surprised,” replied Celestia who warmly beamed at them. “After we retired, we decided to tour the entire world. We're virtually unknown in these parts, and well...after thousands of years where we restrained ourselves, it was time to cut loose.” She tittered and winked. “It took some convincing, but I finally talked my dear sister into letting loose, so to speak.”

“So you're free to fuck like crazy,” muttered Beatrix almost inaudibly.

“I too required a change of pace,” confessed Luna whose cheeks colored under their scrutiny. Her eyes were distant and voice wistful as she continued. “I have missed out on so much. And here, we need not worry about our reputations abroad.”

“Zebras have such an open culture in many ways,” continued her older sister. “I've never felt freer in my life!”

The chief nodded, seemingly calmed by their presence. “Rise and settle in.” It came off more like a command, despite his attempts to moderate his deep voice. Ebony nodded and directed her friends to stand beside her.

The tribe visibly relaxed as Noble settled back onto his throne outside the hut. The former princesses seated their wide bottoms on his muscular thighs, wrapped their arms around his neck and kissed him, freed from the stifling confines of their positions. The sisters submitted to his touch, mewled as his firm hands wandered over their supple curves which squished below his palms.

“Kinky,” noted Beatrix who felt her loins heat and moisten at the blatant amorous display.

The chief continued. “It's always tragic when one of our own must be punished by execution. To offset the loss of life, we first celebrate it. You all may now indulge yourselves to your heart's content,” he announced with a heavy clap of his hands.

Around the guests the tribe started to disrobe. Fires were lit and flickered with a crackle. The zebras started to choose partners, sometimes multiple ones, as the musk of sex filled the atmosphere. Pretty soon, holes started to be filled with wet squelches.

Noble claimed the sisters, sunk his massive endowment into the elder sister's tight warm pussy, than the younger one's, as he alternated between them. They mewled with neediness each time a vein-lined shaft slathered in their combined nectar withdrew from one drippy cunt and punched into the other. Firm hands played with their tits and asses, which bounced atop his lap.

While the tribesmen would withdraw if anyone appeared uncomfortable, as it was part of their sacred duty to make certain encounters were consensual, Beatrix and her friends realized that they too were considered 'free use' unless they turned aside their potential paramours. She tittered when a powerful zebra swept the witch off her feet to claim her.

Similar rituals took place with Fleur de Lis and Ebony, yet the latter took the lead, used to this ceremony. Clothes were all but torn away, free holes filled from all directions, the zebras determined to spill their virile seed deep within fertile females.

Beatrix's mind went numb when they were triple-penetrated. Stuffed impossibly full, she relaxed under striped musculature that surrounded them from all sides. She and her friends reached out to more presented cocks and started to pump at them.

Squishes sounded from well-stretched and well-used orifices. Flesh wobbled and flopped under the relentless, ruthless pounding all of them took. They lost track of how many times their fuckholes were creamed, more spunk rained all over them.

They clenched around their invaders, squirted over their loins with muted moans, since their maws were stuffed by thick cocks. More slapped onto their faces, lines of zebras set up to await their turn, or in some cases have a second or third round.

Heads bobs and buttocks were smacked and kneaded, their wobbly cheeks soon covered in red hand prints.

The sisters sloppily made out atop Noble who reclined on his throne while Celestia settled her wide, soft ass onto his face. He alternated licks between her puffy pussy and puckered asshole, as she shook her hips and pressed against his snout. He breathed in her feminine scent, felt her honey splash down his nuzzle and into his mouth, while Luna impaled herself on him.

Their plumes widened and flapped, unable to get enough of the zebra chief. Groans escaped when he pierced past Luna's cervix, flared to lock inside her womb, and blasted her slippery walls. She cast back her head, wailed, and drenched his crotch when her sticky pussy milked him for all he was worth. The moment they finished, Celestia pushed her aside as they traded places.

“Don't leave me out,” she said and skewered herself on a dick still slick with his cum and her sister's juices. She relished the fell of his cock as it stretched her unbelievably wide, punched deeper and deeper as she bounced, until it battered past her cervix and into her womb. She squealed and came instantly, but didn't slow the rock of her hips, ready to receive his viscous seed.

He landed a possessive swat on the asses of the sisters who yelped and shook, pumped back up against his rider while he savored the sweet pussy of the other one. A short time later, he grunted and fired his own payload into Luna's slimy uterus.

“Sisters should share,” said Celestia when they slid off and started to clean his dick. They relished their own tastes mixed with his, the juices slathered and runny down his vein-lined length and over his swollen balls, which they also suckled on.

As the festival continued, the solar sister lowered the sun, and the lunar sister raised the moon. Light gave way to darkness, the night skies speckled in a sea of twinkly stars. Pyres of angry flames were lit, drums beat, and the tribe started to dance naked and wild. Whenever a tribe member's stamina was spent, witch doctors passed around smoking potions to reinvigorate them.

Every last female who participated was fucked absolutely senseless, faces twisted silly from pure pleasure before the males started to collapse, spent. As more of the men collapsed, more women turned to each other to sate their needs.

“We always come prepared for this,” noted Ebony who showed them a concoction she had used before to give a mare extra bits.

“Ooh~,” moaned Beatrix who wasn't certain what she wanted more; to have one of the mares stick their dick in her, or to take one herself and make them her bitch! The hedonistic mare, giddy in anticipation, decided that it didn't much matter.

So lost in fantasies that drooled escaped the corner of her lip, the choice was made for her when she felt someone spread her ass cheeks and a flare trace her puckered asshole, still sticky with cum. “Fleur...?” She wheezed as the head pressed into her hole.

“Just let us do the work,” purred the pale unicorn into her twitchy ear, which she licked and kissed.

From the front her legs were lifted up by the thighs, as Ebony met her lips and penetrated her from the front. Beatrix's battered body buckled between bitches, brutally bucked. She whined and relaxed in submission, happy to be used by the mares.

“You are nice indeed,” murmured Ebony between kisses as their drenched cocks pumped in-and-out with wet squishes.

“Oh shit,” whispered Beatrix, tits pressed against Ebony's as she felt the mare's behind her squash upon her back. Buttocks clapped as they thrust her back-and-forth, made her lower entrances squeeze around the invaders as her cunt spattered.

They howled and came as once, fired their excessive loads deep into their bitch. With a pat on Beatrix's butt, they momentarily set her down simply to trade places, Ebony now left to explore her ass hole while Fleur fucked her fuckhole from the front.

“I-I hope Fancy Pants doesn't mind too much,” mumbled Beatrix with hazy eyes.

With a shrug the pale unicorn replied, “Other mares don't count. I've invited a few into our bed...”

A similar contest played out between the sisters, who laughed and wrestled naked for dominance. Eventually the elder of the two won, like she usually did, and pinned Luna below her as she took her on all fours like a wild animal, bit the nape of her neck as she started to hammer into her hole. She too could do little more than submit and take her cock as she was claimed like a prize.

Eventually, after she pumped her little sister full, they switched positions with Luna on top. And likewise when the mares finished with Beatrix, she went to her knees and was directed to suck them off, determined to clean the salty knobs before her.

The nonstop orgy carried on throughout the night. Some stretched and settled to sleep out in the open. Glazes of semen still lined many nubile bodies that gleamed under the moonlight and accentuated curves that rose and fell with each ragged breath, satisfied. Beatrix reclined between the zebra and unicorn, all of them also splashed in excessive cum that matted their coats

By now any extra bits from the potions had shrunk down, the nude sisters already fast asleep as they embraced..

“Noble Savage was once a proud warrior like Natural Selection,” explained Ebony whose shiny, striped breasts continued to heave. “My former lover tried to challenge the chief for his position, failed, and started on the path that led him here.”

“I'm sorry,” said Beatrix sympathetically who squeezed her hand.

“Don't be,” she replied warmly. “Without you two, I couldn't have overcome the traitors.”

“At least thanks to his actions I was able to meet you two,” noted Fleur. “Although I must return to my husband soon.” To shake away her troubles, she rolled atop both of the mares and kissed them with a sly smile and wink.

Beatrix smirked back and patted her plush pale butt. “If you were my wife, I couldn't keep my hands off you!”

“I've heard that a lot,” she mused, their breasts mashed together as she relaxed atop her.

“Perhaps I should marry Noble Savage,” considered Ebony who shook her head. “But I don't think I can relax until the last mare is freed. I'm certain some of Natural's followers are out there, somewhere...”

Everyone present was aware that when dawn arrived, it would be time for Natural Selection's punishment...