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.
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...
