Celebration of the Zebra Tribe

The moment Natural Selection awaited arrived. In the dead of night his fanatical followers moved to liberate the prisoner. A mountain of muscle, he was suspended naked by knotted ropes that bound his wrists and ankles.

A ragged mane draped behind the zebra, his musculature adorned in stripes. He was imprisoned in a heavily guarded, dim hut at the back of the village to await his fate.

Rustles sounded from the approach of the hunter's stallions. Groans sounded as the tribesmen were dispatched.

A warrior made his way in under the cover of darkness, used his knife to swiftly saw apart his binds until he toppled free.

“Well done,” he stated. They escaped the prison, out into the open where his men were already hard at work.

Fortune favored them. Not only were those who captured him currently here, but those foreign princesses, as well. Prizes that were his to claim. And he would not be denied. The chief had stolen his birthright, and must be repaid in blood.

Taken by surprise, over the hours his enemies were quick to fall. Many of the would-be defenders were fast asleep, darts fired into those who weren't to knock them out. By the time the sun started to rise, many warriors were slain and the tribe captured.

Natural Selection smirked, his hated enemy brought to his knees, at his mercy. He stalked around Noble Savage, spears prodded into the chief's bulk at every side. “Tell me,” he started and crouched to meet him. “What should I do with you?”

“It does not matter,” answered Noble whose weathered face was drawn. “You will not succeed.”

“I already have,” he assured and nodded at the show his followers helped prepare. His prized trophies, which included those who led to his downfall, were trussed up by ropes that bound their wrists and ankles while they were suspended naked and their limbs spread wide, ready to face a drawn-and-quarter execution at his command. “The bitches have been laid low.”

Ahead were Ebony, Beatrix, Fleur, Celestia, and Luna...spread eagle and completely bared before the tribe. His loyalists lined up before the mares, awaited his signal to begin making use of their warm, welcoming holes. A few even dared to pat their already erect cocks against the presented pussies, slapped their black thick flares against the soft, heated mounds.

“Fuck,” said one of the toned zebras before Fleur. “I can't wait to rape this proud bitch again!”

She sneered back, forced to stare up at his naked musculature, as his heated cock flopped down with a loud smack between the eyes and over her snout where it rested. He rubbed the hot tool over her face, forced her to breathe in his masculine musk, fur matted by his viscous release, her mascara smeared and runny, some of his slime left to ooze into her nostrils.

Her maw was pried open and a tool was inserted into it to keep her mouth wide open. She sputtered and hissed, her fellow mares similarly prepared by similar inserts to ready them. Bitter, hateful tears ran down her cheeks as the dark zebra meat filled her hot orifice, her throat visibly expanded to take in his cream-tipped flare as it drove balls deep down her throat.

His hot balls rested and smacked on her face as he started to mercilessly facefuck her. Grunts rose as he drew his muscular buttocks taut, her ears flattened as she listened to the the wet smack of his thrusts, felt another flare tease at the pucker of her pastel pink asshole as it was forced wide open. Another zebra awkwardly squatted in front of the one that tended to her backdoor and split her moist, squishy pussy apart. Squelches and spatters of her love nectar met the intrusions.

Similar treatment befell the rest of the captives who were repeatedly claimed by the rogue tribe members.

Yet for the princesses who represented matriarchal control over the world, Natural Selection decided on the most humiliating punishment he could muster up to bring the sisters to heel. He would bring them low before the tribe, show Noble Savage that he was a fool to try and forge an alliance with them.

At his nod, their arms were tied behind them and connected to trees in the middle of the villa. The princesses were left to rest on their knees, suspended forward with heart-shaped asses in the air.

“You are not yet worthy to receive our seed,” he explained and clicked his fingers.

Growls, snarls, and snorts arrived in a rattle of chains. His followers directed in his war beasts, personally trained to aid him in the hunt. There were a variety of animals, bulkier than normal due to the herbs he fed them to make them more virile and dominant, further enhanced by potions to enlarge and multiply their genitals which swung beneath their bellies.

“You vile fiend,” cried Luna who clenched her teeth when the beasts stalked closer and started to sniff at their privates.

“You'll pay for this,” assured Celestia who shuddered when she felt a weight start to press on her back. Yet her protests were cut off by an unwanted moan when the muscular warthog's bulk pressed its pair of cocks into her asshole and cunt. Gritted teeth and closed eyes met a colored face, as she was left to rock under its brutish, determined thrusts as its snorts grew louder.

Her pendulous tits bounced and swayed under the impact each time her ass wobbled under each deep impalement. Juices dripped down her, unable to hold back moans she failed to swallow, turned on beyond belief by her bestial defilement.

She whined and came for the first of many times. Clamped around her invader and milked its cocks. It cast back its head with another thrust and started to unload into her warm, slippery holes. Cum oozed out the orifices which popped when it withdrew, only to be instantly replaced by another wild beast who shoved its own twin cocks into her exposed, feminine pinkness.

Luna in contrast inwardly smoldered in a failed attempt to remain stone-faced when she too was mounted and bred by a panther, its heated breath and drool on the back of her neck as its barbed cocks railed her own lower holes.

She wheezed, as her attempts to stubbornly restrain herself only made her undesired climax rush up sooner. Like her sister she squirted upon her ravisher and shook, reflexively milked him until it too emptied its thick seed into her slimy depths.

Beasts were loosed one-by-one to run a train on the princesses, as zebra onlookers came all over the sloppy sisters.

The rest of the tribe was left to use Beatrix and Ebony Ivory as they wished. Over the next hour, they were violated in every entrance, alongside the rest of the mares in the tribe, driven into their own unwanted releases as they were skewered.

Natural Selection kept his spear tip to the chief's neck. “Exactly how it should be.” An evil smile was cast at the princesses, whose bellies were heavily swollen like they were impregnated, bellies left to sway and slosh to the earth from the mixed seeds of countless horny beasts who had raped them into submission, their faces streaked by tears that ran down their cheeks.

Yet there was no rest for either sister, as more animals brutally mounted them without reprieve.

Satisfied with his work, Natural Selection slid the spear tip down to rest over the chief's heart and poked the skin. “Do you have any last words?” Silence met his question.

Determined to fully claim ownership over the tribe, he drew back his spear...

*****

His dreams of conquest abruptly ended. Natural Selection, who had breathed in the fumes of a cauldron that caused him to hallucinate, snapped back to his reality. He quaked helplessly in his binds while the celebration continued outside his prison.

None of his fanatical followers could come to his rescue. Soon, his life would reach its expiration.

Hope swelled in his heart when the flap opened. Only to fall when he spotted his former lover enter. “Ebony Ivory.”

“Your crimes are terrible indeed.” She stood completely naked, as she had momentarily abandoned the tribe outside who continued to make love. “But maybe I can show mercy...and share a view of the show with you?”

He squinted as the flap was pulled back open and tied into place, which allowed him a window outside. From his vantage he watched the zebras and mares in the midst of their orgy, a sea of sweaty bodies that slapped and contorted. Worst of all was the sight of Noble Savage, lost in the latest threesome with the princess sisters who bounced atop the virile stud.

He snarled and felt himself stiffen to full mast at the shameless display, reminded of all the potential prizes who had escaped him. Grumbles escaped the proud hunter, who thrashed in his binds, helpless to do more than watch as his cock bobbed.

“I suppose a final farewell is in order...even if you don't deserve it,” said Ebony who knelt before him. Before he could question her intentions, she planted a series of kisses on his shaft and its flared head, felt it pulse and throb in approval.

He craned back his head and hissed between his teeth, muscles drawn as she took him into her warm, wet mouth.

She bobbed her head while she serviced him. Stared up at his chiseled physique while he squirmed under his ministrations. His striped chest heaved each time she took him to the hilt, licked around his tool, and drooled over her former lover's testicles.

He watched the chief alternate when he fucked and ate out the princesses, watched him drive into their entrances. They mewled and writhed under Noble's attentions, his firm hands left to wander over and squeeze their bouncy, ample assets.

The lovely Fleur entertained herself with another cluster of zebra stallions and mares, as did Beatrix, the pair of them claimed from all directions and sticky with cum and squirts. He threatened to unload as Ebony deepthroated him.

“What,” he choked out between a muffled moan. “Happened to my men...?”

She removed herself with a lewd pop, lips connected to his cock by a saliva trail mixed with his discharge. “Imprisoned to await a similar fate.” She continued to stroke and fondle him. “You live until the last of the tribe is spent.”

Taken back into her maw, he shuddered at the renewed assault. By now some of the mares had collapsed into pools of semen, surrounded by zebras who heaved and sunk down, exhausted after a continuous session of love.

Faster-and-faster she worked him over, as her tits slapped and wobbled each time she drove up-and-down. Aware this would be the last time he came, she slowed once he started to flare, drew out the moment as he snapped for release.

Finally he howled and loosed the first blast down her throat. She drew off him, stroked him while the second shot painted her face, aimed his cock downwards to take another over her milky, striped tits. She accepted his sticky, slimy spunk, relished its taste and texture...a reminder of the stallion she once loved, now forever lost to her due to his monstrous actions.

After he released the last droplets Ebony said, “We could have been perfect.”

“Too late for that. But thank you for the last act of mercy. Sadly, it's always been your weakness.” As he spoke she wiped off and swallowed down the rest of his seed, then stepped aside once Noble Savage himself skulked in, flanked by the princesses and his personal guards. “Oh? To what do I owe the honor? Or have you come to mock me, before I'm sent to my demise?”

Noble shook his head. “As current chief, it's my duty to oversee your punishment. Cut him down,” he ordered and his men moved to slash the bonds. Dropped to his knees, Natural rose, spears kept at the ready from every direction.

None of them had bothered to redress, and he was led out his prison, Natural's eye drawn to the wide hips and buttocks of the princess who swayed when they strode ahead. For a time his will had threatened to break, condemned to his fate. But now? He felt himself reinvigorated by the sight of his potential prizes, determined to somehow claim their cunts at any cost.

He carried himself with pride as he was walked through the village, Fleur unable to help but stare in open disdain. From her watery eyes he could tell she had recently cried and heard her whisper to Beatrix when he passed. “Do you think Fancy will forgive me? It hurts to keep secrets from him, but maybe it's time I came clean about my double life. Yet I fear it will end us...”

“No way,” replied Beatrix who held her. “Sure, he could be hurt, but I'm certain your love is stronger than that!”

“Perhaps that's so. Thank you,” she answered and returned her embrace, their nakedness pressed together. “Since the princesses have retired, I've been released from my duties. I need not be a spy anymore. I'll see what dear Fancy thinks.”

Certain that everyone was sufficiently distracted, Natural Selection tensed for a moment before he struck. His form twisted as his bulk slammed down the two guards closest to him, the knife thrown aside by one of them seized in mid-air.

He leaped at the mares before him, past a couple spears that stabbed his way, stopped with his blade raised to Beatrix's throat. She swallowed hard as everyone paused, the princesses aglow as their hands and horns were lit by ready to cast spells.

“Stop or I slit her throat,” he warned with narrowed eyes. “Beatrix, open a portal to take us away from here.”

“You won't escape far,” promised Fleur who balled up her fists, ready to strike the hunter.

“Only a whole new dimension.” His devilish smirk widened. “One none here can follow us to. Although...” With his free hand he reached out to Fleur, cupped a palm around a supple tit, felt it roll and squish under his firm hand. She seethed as he manhandled her like before and said, “How about you come with me? I know how wet I made you, whore.”

“I'd sooner fuck all the beasts in this village,” she spat back.

With a chuckle he promised, “That can be arranged...” It was too risky to try and take the princesses now, but with Beatrix as his prisoner he could always return at his leisure, strike with a new clan to call his own and make them his bitches.

Blade drawn closer so that it almost broke Beatrix's skin, the witch reluctantly traced the air and sliced a rift into reality. The bluish-white nexus she slowly drew opened up and shimmered with a low hum, ready to transport them elsewhere.

He relished how visibly helpless all of them felt, continued to molest the tit in his palm, felt the stiff pastel pink perkiness prick him. She winced when he squeezed so hard it threatened to bruise the skin, a reminder he still owned her.

A subtle look was shared between Beatrix and Luna, as the latter started to alter the spell she had not cast.

Frozen in the moment as Natural relished his power over prey who had escaped him, he failed to notice the way the portal behind him was altered by Luna, as its colors turned darker and dimmed by the moment. To further distract him Fleur faked a low moan, eyes half-lidded. “Oh~...okay,” she murmured and stepped forward carefully. “I...I'll come with you.”

He licked his chops in satisfaction, slid his hand down her side, over a hip, and kneaded a shapely buttock. She shuddered under his touch as he rolled the curved slope in circles, felt a heat in her loins, unable to deny the unwanted lusts he once stirred.

“See? I knew you'd come to your senses,” he mocked as he rolled between her inner thighs, over her puffy, inflamed slit that started to leak down her inner thighs, and scooped up the female lubricant he lifted to make her sniff before he pushed the digits into her mouth. The moment he did she snapped down, and he yelped in surprise and pain as Beatrix pulled away.

“Begone,” demanded Luna who completed her spell unimpeded. Ghostly, translucent clawed hands reached from the portal.

“What the-” He snarled when they clasped and swiped at them, the cold of the dead carried by their clammy touch.

“Your victims,” said Luna as they wrenched the knife from his hand and struggled to yank him into the void. “Welcome to your personal nightmare.” She coldly watched him writhe, twist, and howl, dragged along torn up earth as they pulled him in.

With a shudder Beatrix closed the nexus to seal him in. “Is he...?”

“Still alive,” assured Luna. “He'll arrive wherever you intended to send him, trapped in a bad dream he cannot escape. A kinder fate than he likely deserves. Is everyone okay?” She was met by nods and reassurances.

“I'm impressed little sister,” admitted Celestia who warmly smiled.

“I simply did what I must. Sorry,” stated Luna with a bow. “Have I broken the sacred traditions of the tribe?”

Noble simply answered, “It's clear that was necessary. It's more important to protect my tribe and guests. You've all endured more than enough. Perhaps now we can finally relax? I'm aware most of you are already spent, however-”

Fleur's blush deepened and she confessed, “What happened...did work me up more than I care to admit. It seems I haven't entirely broken his hold over me. Perhaps all of you can help me with that? I want to put that monster behind me completely, before I return home to Fancy Pants a new mare.” She pressed her nakedness to the chief and kissed him.

“I approve,” he answered and slid down his hands to fondle her shapely buttocks. “Come! Celebrate!” He lifted up the pale unicorn, who wrapped her limbs around him as he returned her deep kiss and casually impaled her wet pussy. Her ass cheeks spread under his firm hold, pale pink pucker presented to anyone who wished to claim her from behind.

Quickly the invitation was accepted by a zebra hunter who stepped forward, and filled her asshole with a squish. She moaned in a drawn out manner, taken from both sides and bounced between them, amidst the sounds of wet, fleshy slaps and squelches.

Luna turned to the other zebra hunters still on their feet and asked, “Shall we sister?”

Met by a nod the older princess admitted, “I'll miss this place once we have to leave. But who knows what else awaits us?”

Pretty soon they were taken by the tribe, while Ebony and Beatrix momentarily watched from the sidelines. “We're fortunate this all worked out,” said the huntress who sighed. “I was worried, for a moment. Despite all he's done, part of me still cares about Natural Selection. But I doubt he'd ever turn from this path. He's better off like this,” she assured herself in a murmur.

“Ebony...” Beatrix brushed a teardrop from her cheek. “Come with me sometime, okay?”

“I'd like that.” Ebony smiled back. She leaned in and kissed the witch, who melted into her. Pretty soon they were back at it with the princesses and the tribe, left to freely switch multiple partners, often at once, as they were all fucked into a blissful stupor.

By the time another dawn broke on the quaint villa, not a stallion nor mare walked away unsatisfied.