Return to Zehnder (And Zahere)
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Return to Zehnder (And Zahere)
“Miss Harshwhinnny - oooh! - will see you now.”
Sighing knowingly, Zahere moved from the window, the foggy circle at the center finally fading to vapor. His first sight was of his best friend Zehnder craning over the receptionist hungrily. And as usual for them when encountering the opposite sex, her hand that wasn’t pointing them the way to the office of their employer was tracking down his bared abs.
Zahere rolled his eyes at the sight, then scolded himself for it - he knew how shameless his friend was, fussing over it now was silly. Besides, it wasn’t often that zebras were welcomed within the posh cities of Equestria with open arms. But they’d always had a way to navigate life with ease. A couple of kind words, a tip of the hat in the right direction (well, not for him, his snow-white mane was too full to be contained by one), and all was well.
Just had to make it to the interview first, was all.
”Zahere! Eyes front, we gotta meet our interviewer!” Zehere barked.
“Just a minute - we did take this offer on a whim, after all.” At that, Zehnder's eyes locking on Peachbottom's heaving chest - and Mrs. Peachbottom stamped in bronze on one of her coat’s breast pockets. “So, Miss; it looks like our training worked out?”
“Wow! Um... you’re really hard, and… yes, I think you’re perfect for this job!” stammered Ms. Peachbottom, her voice a low purr as her fingers trailed lower on the zebra’s chest. In response, Zehnder gripped her wrist and helped her hand drift down. Soon it was pressing hard against the large belt buckle - and the prodigious length budding just underneath it.
Zahere chuckled at how Ms. Peachbottom looked less a peach and more a tomato with her blush.
Soon, the doors at the hall swung wide open for them. Fighting off the grin on his face, Zehnder stalked for the opening, pulling in his friend by the loop of his skin-tight pants. Not even Peachbottom’s needy moan stopped his forward motion.
“Seriously, Zahere? At least wait for the bars to open before your shirt does.” mused Zehnder.
“Just means you’re not drinking for the right reasons. We’ve got this in the bag anyways, man.”
Zehnder did have to admit - the emptiness of the halls here did lend credence to Zahere’s words. Of course, they’d have to be on best behavior from here on out, their career gigs as of late had been as short as they were exotically eventful.
In fact, just before this, they were part of Iron Will’s inspectors’ (‘If your house is stronger than moon-metal, your confidence’ll follow at a fast pedal!’). It was originally meant to be their way to the top of Equestrian society, as they’d dreamed, written about and trained for all their life. It was well-paying, long-lasting, and got them in contact with a lot of mares with something to prove.
Well, until Zagere refused to stop sticking his mottled dick in crazy - specifically the dick-crazy Flitter and Cloudchaser - and they got the boot. Apparently Iron Will, generous as he was with money, didn’t like being outpaced in the rump-rutting department. Zecora was all too happy to smooth things over in her own way, but that was a close call.
Speaking of which, Zahere really needed to see how his brother Zorin was doing lately. Set for life as he was, he’d alway proven a good drinking buddy - when he could keep Stormy off his tongue.
Just before that, they’d been bouncers for Sapphire Shores’ Manehattan Studio. They’d performed quite well there too. That loss of that sweet job was on him this time; even with sorcerous reinforcement, breaking a condom inside Shores' tight snatch was a no-no. It meant the Shore-Fire concert had to be cancelled early, and despite how she’d mewled under their bucking bodies, they were the ones left screaming as the backup dancers chased them out.
At least the paycheck they’d gotten from that gig was as fat as Shores was afterward.
It was likely these two prominent beings in Equestria that got them through this silver-lacquered door today at this point. This day was looking up. And so was Zehnder, the second his zebra broker pulled him collar-first through the door.
The room before them was utterly decadent. Gold trim laced every pillar in the room, burgundy rugs coating the marbled floor in widening circles. The swirling designs in the walls behind Harshwhinny’s desk at the other end reminded Zahere of the banners in the Castle of the Two Sisters. Even as the door shut between the two strapping zebras snapped shut, the telltale ripples of anti-sound charms coated the room in soft golden light.
Letting the amber glow bathe over him and his partner, Zahere could see the utmost of security was exerted here. And there looked to be two further additions soon to be added to that series of checks and balances.
After all, it wasn’t every day security was being tapped for the organizer of the Equestria Games before them.
“And who do I owe the pleasure of meeting today?” That very blonde pony was one of the count-on-one-handedly few that didn’t start drooling or droning open And Zahere had to admit, few ponies like her maintained such a voluptuous, taut body as hers. She clearly worked out some, as her every curve and swell strained against the frilly white shirt and leather pants casing them. Her tail, flicking out to swat down the lone fly that had penetrated her sanctuary, betrayed a level of precision only experience could hone.
“Zahere and Zehnder, ma’am.” Zahere crisply answered. Zehnder quickly strode before him to take a seat before Ms. Harshwhinny. The limit of his business sense showed in his buttoned suit jacket and crossed-over legs. Otherwise, that manure-munching grin didn’t leave his lips.
“And may I say what a wonder it is for such a kind, generous mare to consider us.” Zehnder’s voice was liquor sweet and dripping with need. “I trust our resumes are good?”
“They are.” And that wave of liquor crashed needlessly upon the unaffected shores of Cape Harshwhinny. Zahere could have chuckled, but Ms. Harshwhinny’s eyes were on him. “The main two things we have to look over now are your reflex and reception tests.
“Oh that?” chortled Zehnder. “We heard. We’re ready.”
“I would hope so.” Her face crinkled even further at the squeak of the door behind the two zebras. “Face the door when you want to begin.”
The two of them turned around to see a pure-white leggy unicorn filling the thresh. Her silver-black dress was strapped to her through three over-the-shoulder bands, and her horn was awash with purple light. Zehnder’s own horn peeked out from his bobbed curly mane.
“Fleur, start!”
With a sorcerous snap, twenty filled wine classes floated into existence around her. At the flick of her hand, they all started hurtling toward them. Zehnder was faster, though. Snapping out a silver platter, his magic sweeping the falling glasses into a pyramid. The funnel his magic caught the wine in then neatly emptied out over his display, filling out the glasses back to capacity.
Zahere soon noticed that Fleur had disappeared while this was going on. His eyes swept over every corner of the room before his braided tail twitched.
Zehnder didn’t notice at first, still caught up in his handiwork. “Done and done. Now, what’s next, my darling Ms. Har-whoa!”
Following the motion, Zahere moved, his suit almost popping a button as he caught the front flipping unicorn. The flash of Fleur’s tail as it whipped around nearly caused his surprised partner to drop the wine glasses. Transitioning Fleur into a hammerlock, Zahere slammed her front-first against the table she’d front flipped over papers jumping as she was brought face to face with Ms. Harshwhinny.
“That’s what.” Zahere only spoke two words, and yet a decade of de-escalation was behind it.
“My my…” breathed Fleur flexing helplessly against his gift. “So strong.” “I know not of your decision, Harshwhinny, But my mind is made up.” Her horn went out to a scrap of paper, drawing it to eye level. running three numbers upon it.
At a nod from Harshwhinny, Zahere released the unicorn. Pumping up her dress top so it showed her breasts even more, Fleur de Lis sashayed out of the room. Just as she was about to pass Zehnder, she rested the card atop his wineglass pyramid.
“And if you find my suite a floor above, I shall happily show you how much.” she purred. Zehnder gave a lecherous grin at that invite.
Ms. Harshwhinny was wide-eyed herself. “Congratulations, you two.” A joyous hilt to her voice escaped before the blonde mare could stop herself. Straightening her mane and pulling up at her top, she continued, ignoring the whistle Zehnder gave upon seeing more of her white bra peek out past the fabric of her shirt.
Zehnder quirked an eyebrow. “You do that on everypony who gives us our numbers? If so, props for bein’ better at this than Iron Will was.”
“Hardly.” The tips of Zehnder’s smile dropped a half-inch. “You’ve completed both tests at the same time most of the Equestria Games guards struggled to get past one. That shows fortitude, alertness, and ingenuity, on a level which I've rarely seen two non-Elements perform before.”
“We live to excel, Ms. Harshwhinny.” Zahere said. “Of course, we both wondered as to how we got to the front of the line.”
“Your references, of course.”
Zahere’s face stayed stoic. Zehnder’s jaw threated to cut a trench to Tartarus, it had dropped so low. “R-really?”
“Really.” Ms. Harshwhinny tented her fingers on the table, and it was only then, that the two zebras noticed the points pushing right into the thinner than first-thought cashmere of that jacket. Goodness, there was nothing underneath, or close to, under this conservative dress. “Surprising as it might be, I understand how… accommodating you've been to your previous employers. And considering how many ulcers this year’s teams have given me in the off-seasons… well, I wish to see if anything can drive them from my mind. If only for a short time.”
Forward and composed? Now it was Zahere with a ghost of a smile on his face. “I wholly understand. No mare should have to suffer such stubbornness in sports long. It seems…” And he and Zehere stood stock-still this. “We’ve come at the right time.”
“I hope so. Prematurity’s been as much an issue with my… relievers… as immaturity.” Harshwhinny rasped, the hitch in her voice quite obvious to both zebras. “Now, let’s see you two fine zebras prove these accolades true.”
Considering how they’d acted by the time they’d gotten into the room, a pony could think that Zehnder would be the first to go down on his knees. His brashness, however, came from a lifetime of Zahere’s wicked cultured tongue bringing him to orgasm upon orgasm. He could afford to be cocky if it got his cock hard. And few things did it faster than seeing the rippling muscle of Zehnder exposed, piece by piece.
So Zahere didn’t flinch at the rise in Ms. Harshwhinny’s eyebrows as he caught the belt that Zehnder unlooped and chucked to him. His ignited horn started sputtering even further as Zahere dug a charcoaled finger into his trunks and snapped them down too. Ten inches of mammoth cock springing out to bat lightly against his striped cheek, vein thick and flush with life. Zahere quickly went to work looping his partner’s belt around his mane, the loose ponytail keeping it out of her way.
Despite Zehnder’s show of control, this show didn’t mean he wasn’t fighting off enough lust to break Cadance. “Let’s not keep the lady waiting, my dear….” Curling a hand in Zahere’s full-body mane, the sharp-dressed zebra was brought to heel before. Being this expensively dressed while doing the most debased stunts… it was way too hot to resist. And the same went with his massive cock.
Slipping his tongue around the shaft, Zahere started slicking up the beast between Zehnder’s legs. His tongue quickly flitted out, stretching to starling lengths as he slurped away. However, even with that length, he only got halfway around the mottled ramrod before it went no further. Still, he grinned as he worked up to the hammerhead-like tip of Zehnder’s cock. The motion turned Zehnder’s hands white as they gripped the chair before him, hips slowly sliding into Zahere’s forge of a mouth.
Then Zehnder’s lips reached the tip of it, and kissing the tip messily, he showed off one of his old tricks from bartending. His tongue tip swiped back and forth over the beads of cum he collected holding firm as he drew it out further to swab more. After a minute of this he stopped, drool lightly pooling under his tightly clenched lips.
All seven inches of his tongue were exposed and straight, that pink muscle holding thirteen pearly dollops of cum. As his sharp purple eyes locked right on the panting Ms. Harshwhinny, he finally retracted his tongue, Zehnder’s seed shooting into his jet-black muzzle like a register till. Ms. Harshwhinny’s tongue shot out to wet her lips at the lecherous sight.
Quickly, one of Zahere’s hands shot out, the striped muscle behind them rippling as he softly pulled and massaged his ballsack. His mouth listed out to slobber on that meatlog as two rigid nuts delightfully danced between his fingers. And despite himself, his other hand went to his own cock nestled in his tight slacks.
“Deeper, dear…” Zahere’s eyebrow lifted at the carnal call. But the sultry hitch made him moan around his cock anyways, soaking in the yelp he got from him in return. And given how his hips were bouncing as they flossed his member back and forth against his, Zehnder was close. Peachbottom must have aroused Zehnder more than he'd thought possible; a feeling Zahere didn’t share.
So it was Zahere's nimble hand, slipping under his unbuttoned pants, that brought him the aching relief he needed. With two scrumptious cocks around his tight embrace, Zahere tugged and twisted for all he was worth, the purrs from Zahere and husky pants from Harshwhinny mixing in a chorus even Octavia Melody couldn’t hope to match. And it took all the bulky zebra had to keep his eyes from rolling back with Zehnder’s shoved in one final time and hilted himself deeply.
“Zahere, Ah! Fuck…” His tip quickly flared out in Zahere. And through it all, his touch never stopped being gentle, from the throat that relaxed enough to easily take each of his shots as Zehnder blasted salty spunk down his windpipe. Only two spurts shot forth before Zehnder pulled out to let the rest of the splurge on his lover’s tongue. Bittersweet with a touch of salty aftertaste; just the right way to start off a zebra’s day.
It also seemed like it would also start off Ms. Harshwhinny’s day on the right hoof, considering how fast she shucked off her pearl-white heels. This time, the blonde mare didn’t trust herself to speak. Her trembling hands spoke louder than words, shoving down her top and paper-thin bra, exposing her stiff nipples to the cool air of the room.
“Gonna be a bit of a tight fit. Zahere, if you’re ready…” Zehnder purred.
Again it was a tale of two cock-fiends, and their looks were swiftly betrayed by their mannerisms in sex. The barely-dressed Zehnder neatly packed the photos and tools on his side of Harshwhinny's desk into a neat pile. Zahere, however, neatly introduced the documents and lamp on his end to the back of his arm, spilling them out onto the carpeted floor. Zahere then crawled onto the table like a predator, staring at Harshwhinny bared rack the whole time. Zehnder ceded the tabletop to him, content to watch him work.
And with a yank of his shiny black slacks, Ms. Harshwhinny turned apple-red upon seeing the hardware Zahere was packing. Where Zehnder was thick and stout, Zahere’s dick was long enough to poke her eye out. His left hand crept down, still slick with his pre, and cupped Harshwhinny’s chin. Her eyes brimmed with tears of unbridled want as they met his purple ones. But it wasn't that plump mouth that got his cock’s attention; it was the valley of supple flesh her cleavage made that his shaft shot into.
“Ah! F-feels so marvelous, so - umph!” Zahere’s thick thumb plugged Ms. Harshwhinny’s mouth shut before she could finish. Instead, her hands went to the sides of her bountiful chest, squeezing them around Zahere’s length. His cock throbbed as he thrust back and forth between her breasts, but the thrill in his blood-flush organs was because of something besides the moaning mare beneath him.
That allure came from Zehnder’s bushy tail, flagging back and forth over his black snout as he made his way to the side of the table. On the fifth pass, Zahere grabbed that taunting tail with his teeth and yanked, drawing a lusty wail from its owner.
“Zahere, you’re fucking wicked.” Zehnder slipped a finger past his lips, coquettishly batting his eyelashes at it. Slowly, he flicked his tail back into his lover’s maw. “Do it again, dear.”
Again his tail was caught and tugged, a smoldering grin upon Zahere’s lips as he saw Zehnder’s twitch in his clutches. Zehnder’s cock flopped out to slap against his flank. His ponut quivering as his eyes watched it arch toward his stretched dock.
Letting the appendage go, Zahere swallowed thickly. “Please… don’t tease me.” His voice came out as a quiet whinny,
However, taunting was all that was on his lover’s agenda, despite the soft clops of Zehnder’s feet as he moved behind Ms. Harshwhinny. As his hands trailed over her leather-clad ass, the job Zehnder’s tail-tugging did to his dick brought it to full mast again. His stiff shaft was slapped onto the table like a prime cut of rib. And did he ever salivate over his throbbing cock, as he leaned over, his lips drawing closer to Zahere’s.
“You don’t know what you’re missing, dear…” he gasped into Zahere’s mouth, their kiss growing sloppier by the second. The saliva from their lavish lip-lock drizzled onto Harshwhinny’s back, sticking the back of her shirt to her spine like glue. “The feel of a mare’s cave as it closes on your cock’s exhilarating.”
Zahere still couldn't fathom how Ms. Harshwhinny was getting off on a tit-job, nor how Zehnder’s cock got between her plump cheeks. But the sight before him - and who was helping do it - turned him on to no end.
Between her cheeks, both of their dicks now pumped back and forth, growing slicker with each slide. Over her heaving body, their tongues clashed over and over. The honey-sweet taste of their actual breakfast traveling back and forth with each smack of their maws. And the mare between them was close to cumming, her breasts and rump being squeezed over their lengths.
As their lips broke, Zahere spoke. “If you like her holes so much, go ahead and stuff them.” It was less of a demand and more a plea, as Zehnder’s hands opened oval-like rips into the back of Harshwhinny’s pants. She groaned at each tear back to feel more of his sharp nails scrape against her glutes.
“Wish granted, my love.” Zahere gave him a toothy grin before his eyes shot to the panting mare between them.
Suddenly, his horn ignited. A quick flash of green and Harshwhinny was hauled up, knees on the table, facing Zahere as their positions shifted. It was only now that Zehnder saw their height mismatch, as Zahere loomed ahead and half over Harshwhinny. And his cock, gargantuan as it was soon flitting through her rack from a different direction, its tip pounding against her chin with every upward thrust.
Ms. Harshwhinny’s new position on the table also gave Zehnder a direct route to her puckered orange hole. Seeing it, the horny zebra - well, the one between Harshwhinny’s seat and rump - struck at her inviting plothole.
The second his digit slipped past the ruined lever to push into it, Ms. Harshwhinny came hard.
The second her hips started thrashing from the force of her climax, Zehnder’s other hand went down to her bare pussy to collect some of that succulent cuntsap. Bringing it to his lips as her climax ebbed and her scream dwindled to a gasp, Zehndar’s ears perked up at the addictive taste.
Wanting more from Ms. Harshwhinny, he swiftly cupped her jiggling ass and gave it a few meaty slaps as she came off her high. He lapped at the marecum pooled in his palm - and the mini orgasm his action wrenched from the writhing mare beneath him.
“Hmm. It’s adequate.”
“Do scooch up for this last part, my dear Harshwhinny...” purred Zehnder.
Zehnder’s horn lit up as soon as she complied, Zahere finally clambering off the table to accommodate her. He gave her a courteous nod as he saw the sparkles of Zehnder’s magic wrap around her body. Placing his hands on her shoulders, Zahere helped her turn around as Zehnder slid under her face-up. His throbbing dick was soon teasing at the kneeling mare’s soaked loins.
“Now, Ms. Harshwhinny, what do you want us to do now?” Zahere grunted. His hands had moved to the plump white-and-black cheeks one at the rim of the table. His legs flexed as they hung over the table. Bitten Harshwhny’s pussylips winking over his pelves and Zahere’s fingers stretching him out, he was ready for his fellow zebra’s cock in seconds.
“Please, the both of you…” Harshwhinny hummed, her eyes focused on Zehnder's as they looked over her bronze body. “In me…” Her tail swished over Zahere’s and he drew his free hand up to idly flick the tip of her blond strands.
“Be specific, miss. Beg usss…” Zehnder was benign teased as well, right behind Ms. Harswhinny’s sweat-soaked back. He needed Zahere in him, Harshwhinny around him, to see him and her filled with spicy zebra spunk. But before both, he needed Harshwhinny to let them know she was okay with this.
And after a particularly harsh thrush snagged the edge of his blunt cockhead around her swollen clithole, she cracked. “Fuck me! As hard as you can!” Her hips swiveled around his thick girth, trying to screw that head into her loins.
“Don’t mind if we do.” And with Zahere’s hands upon Harshwhinny’s hips, Zehnder hammered his way into her folds, her snatch clutching around it like a vise. Zehnder barely had time to luxuriate in that pink walls before Zahere leveled his dick with his plothole and plunged in. The hilting made Zehar thrash against them,
Ms. Harshwhinny worked toward her next orgasm immediately, her athleticism coming into play. Sweat collected at her brow, but she mercilessly impaled himself on the cock wedged in her. Her jiggling hips drew Zehnder’s golden eyes as he gasped at the lewd sight. “Shit, Harsh! You’re so -guh- tight!”
They soon fell into a rhythm as Zahere started his deep thrusts into his zebra lover. As Ms. Harshwhinny. yanked herself up till the medial ring was visible, Zahere slammed into the suffocating canal of Zehnder. And as he pulled out, he shivered in the ripples his body felt as Harshwhinny sank down, her impact on his pelvis ricocheting like pinballs.
Husky pants broke free from them as they approached their peaks, hip-thrust by hip-thrust. Zahere, having held off his orgasm the longest, felt the heat from the rutting prickle on his skin. Sweat dotted his brow, and he laid it against Harshwhinny’s shoulder blades, bobbing with her every frantic bounce.
Zehnder was moaning unabashedly, from the feeling of the tight holes both stuffed and being stuffed by his two fuckbuddy. Both pairs of zebra balls smacking against his pelvis, adding to the euphoria he felt twanging through his body like a rubber band.
And with Zahere’s hands moving to tightly grip her ballooned breasts, Harswhinnyl was drooling from both holes with desire. “More! More! Yes, more!” she screamed, her thighs sliding and squelching over the obese shaft splitting it apart.
With a final thrust into the panting zebra before him, Zahere came. His tip flared out, pushing right against the sensitive bud of muscle deep within Zehnder. With a guttural roar, he sprayed that slutty zebra’s insides as white as his own mane. His teeth flashing out again to sink otn Harswhinny’s shoulder.s
Next to climax was Ms. Harshwhinny, her cockholster spasming over Zahere’s meatlog as it brushed into her own special bud of nerves. Stars danced over her vision as she sprayed crystalline juice over Zehnder’s cock. Her wanton wails were unintelligible at this point - a first for the Equestria Games organizer - as she found herself short of words and breath.
“Fuck! Need to breed you, Ha-a-a-aaugh!” As it turned out, Zehnder’s climax was the loudest of them all. Zaheer joined them both. His cum barreled into Harshwhinny’s sodden snatch, pumping virile seed into her pussy walls. Wave after wave of pearly warmth filled out her cavernous depths, his orgasm as slow and steady as it was when it bathed Zahere’s throat.
Gasping, all three of them fell onto the table, the rise and fall of their chests the only noise in the spacious room. After a moment Ms. Harshwhinny moved first, her afterglow making her movements sluggish. Her trembling hand closed around the front drawer of her desk. With a thrust, it opened before them, Zehnder only just able to crane his neck to see the two contracts occupying that cabinet.
“Shit… you had that filled for us the whole time?” he whispered.
Zahere had to pull his cock from Zehnder’s depths before he could peer over the table to see what the zebra had seen. Thankfully, the last use of that zebra’s horn that moment was to draw the approved contracts right before Zahere’s heavy-lidded eyes. “I’ll be.” His hand went to tap those parcels as if in fear they’d vanish before him.
“You both... start tomorrow.” Ms. Harshwhinny got out, her thighs still twitching around the flaccid cock stuffed in between them. “Just need your signatures.”
“Sure you don’t have enough of us on you now, ma’am?”
Before Zahere could stop himself a light chuckle leaked his muzzle. “We may want to move, I’m not sure that we’re the only ones intervi-”
BANG.
Three pairs of eyes widened as they locked onto Lightning Dust. The green pegasus had already barged into the room, not noticing the scene before her at first as she swept off her shades. ”Got sick of Peachy being evasive, so get ready for every other hire to be left in the dust-sweet Lunarian moonbutt, what in the fuck?!”
Ms. Harshwhinny’s face was so red that either zebra could fry another breakfast omelet on it. “W-would it be a bit on-the-snout to say I’ll see you next morning, Dust?”
Dust’s jaw dropped so fast, Zahere swore that Tirek would feel it in a minute.
