Fashion in Stripes

“Please everypony, keep together,” came a loud, masculine voice leading a large group of mares through the streets of the zebra capital. Rarity, who was at the forefront of the group, marveled not a little at their guide: none other than Dreiga, second prince of the zebras and third in line for the throne. The fashionista mare could not help but marvel at the stallion’s chiseled form, almost drooling as half of the mid-twenty something’s chest was revealed thanks to the half sash robe that he wore. Because of this she could see that the stallion, despite living a plush lifestyle, had kept his body fit. Not to the extremes that somepony like Rainbow Dash would, but just enough so that his muscles were well defined upon his white fur with black stripes. His mane of white and black was tied up near the base of the neck before continuing down just past his shoulder blades.

While Prince Dreiga’s voice was firm, there was almost something of good humor in it as he led them through the city, coming onto a street with far less hoof traffic than what they had experienced thus far. Thankfully it was not one of those dark, vile streets she would have read in one of her crime novels. The ones where the reader would be screaming at the heroine to use her brain and get out, that she was just asking to be ambushed and attacked. No, here the hot sun was shining brightly and hotly upon all of them, destroying any shadow that may seek to form. And while it did not have the same number of open door shops with masks hanging off of them or stalls crammed with goods, the unicorn could not say it was completely vacant either. Every so often she would pass by a stall displaying silver jewelry which dazzled in the light of the sun or a dress being held up in a window of stone buildings on either side. There were even a few zebra’s milling about the place who moved to the side in order to let the massive, colorful group of ponies pass by.

“Oh,” Rarity practically squealed as her eyes sparkled on a particular necklace dotted with pink gemstones. “Fluttershy, that one would look simply splendid on you!” Her pink maned friend jumped a little at the volume of Rarity’s voice, no doubt still more than a tad nervous at being in the foreign land surrounded mostly by strangers. Out of the hundred or so mares, they were the only two that were from Ponyville and only knew one other out of the entire group that they knew prior to taking the trip.

“Y-You think so?” asked Fluttershy as she placed one of her thin, shaky hands on her chest. Tall and slender, the pegasus mare was wearing an outfit that Rarity could only think of as ‘homely’, a long sleeve, plain looking dress that was of an off-white color. While this sort of thing would normally make sense, Fluttershy having to tend to so many animals that wearing anything more fashionable would have been a waste, for this trip Rarity would have been wearing something a little more…appealing.

“I do,” said Rarity with an affirming nod, her breasts bouncing a little as she did so. The curvy mare had always been proud of her figure, a natural hourglass frame with a large, soft ass as well as having breasts which were the envy of all the mares back home. Whenever she made her own personal outfits she always made sure that what she had created drew attention to these features. A prime example being the outfit she wore at this moment, a lavender dress with a V-cut going just past her breasts to better show them off as well as a cut along the side making it easier to walk while also showing off her legs going all the way up to her thigh. “Perhaps when we have a little more free time we could pick it up for you. Maybe while scouting for a spot for my newest shop.”

“And before we find Twilight,” added Fluttershy in a tone that made Rarity blush.

“T-That goes without saying,” said Rarity, correcting herself as she thought about the events of the past year. She could still clearly remember the day when the letter had arrived, informing them of Twilight’s hasty departure with Princess Cadence to help the zebra. The letter had mentioned that there was a crisis along with profusely apologizing to them for not asking if they wanted to join her as time was of the essence. Of course none of the mares in their group had taken any slight at this and, truth be told, some of them had voiced how glad they were that they were not coming along. Rainbow had thought it would be some long, drawn out talks that would, in her words, ‘go on forever’. Meanwhile, Applejack had been looking forward to a rodeo that was coming up and needed to prepare as well as ensuring that all of her farm duties were taken care of. As for herself, Rarity simply had her hands full. Being the owner of three successful shops as well as preparing for fashion week so that she could remain relevant did not come without some costs after all. Besides, all of them felt like Twilight and Cadence could handle this situation on their own.

At least, that was what they had thought at first. But as the days turned to weeks, a small sense of worry began to grow as they heard nothing from the purple princess. Not a letter updating them on how things were going nor any of the amazing sights they were seeing. There was just nothing. Still none of them worried to the level where they assumed the worst. More out of a sense of concern than anything else. Knowing Twilight, she was probably focusing all of her energy into solving whatever problem she was facing right now. No doubt the poor dear was working herself to the bone. Or maybe she couldn’t tell them what was going on due to it being a secret and was afraid she might let something slip in the letter.

That sense of worry only began to grow as the seasons changed with no word from either princess. Each time the group got together, one question would be asked without fail: have you heard anything from Twilight? Even the times when they had talked to Starlight at the school provided no results as the former cult leader hadn’t heard anything either. On her end, Rarity had hoped to glean something from the rumor mill whenever she went to check on her Canterlot store. That, however, was a bust. Shining Armor had taken up the role as the proxy leader of Equestria and, from all accounts, had been doing the job fairly well. The most she had heard was about a potential tryst between him and the zebra envoy Farilla. It was certainly interesting gossip given that the young, barely into adulthood mare was dressing in gowns that originally belonged to Princess Cadence. But that had little to do with their friend.

Then, finally, word came out that shocked nearly everypony to their very core. This news had come in the form of a letter directly from the capital with the Royal Seal emblazoned on the front, ensuring that it reached as many ponies as possible. Inside had been a letter, written in golden ink, informing all who read it of the dire situation facing their zebra cousins. About how they were facing extinction due to the low number of mare births. That, to combat this, both Princesses Twilight and Cadence had willingly allowed themselves to become zebras in order to better ensure that pure zebra births would take place. What’s more, both of them had agreed to surrender their respective thrones with Twilight becoming second wife to King Zed while Cadence wed the first prince Zil! It went without saying that those who knew Twilight were shocked that she would do this. All of her friends knew that becoming an alicorn princess had put her in an…uncomfortable position at times along with the stress that came from being the new ruler of a nation. But, she loved magic. To some, it didn’t seem possible that she would ever give up that which she had dedicated her entire life into studying.

Rarity, however, was not one of these ponies. She felt that many ponies, in their shock, missed a few points. That she was encouraging others to do the same. Knowing Twilight the way she did, she knew that her friend would never ask another to do something that she was unwilling to do herself…unless it involved a certain cheesy dish which they dared not speak of. If the situation was truly that bad and Twilight had exhausted all other options, then she could see her friend doing this as a way to encourage others to follow in her hoofsteps. And, as Rarity could not help herself from imagining, perhaps she had fallen for the King! No doubt he was a charming stallion to lead Twilight’s mind away from dusty tomes towards the irresistible siren call of romance! Yes, she agreed with her friends that it was odd that Twilight still had not sent them any message herself and she could see the worry that this silence created. But, if something was wrong then surely Shining Armor would have sent armies to rescue his sister.

Right?

Speaking of the Prince, Shining Armor swept into action, wedding Farilla a few weeks later. He had given a rather bland, but important speech telling them that this had been done to strengthen the alliance between the two nations as well as their commitment towards helping each other. Flyers were then spread out across the nation, asking for brave mares who were willing to sacrifice who they were—earth, unicorn, or pegasi—and become a zebra in order to save the species just as Twilight had done. There were also royal representatives arriving in the various cities and towns to answer any questions in one on one, completely private and confidential, conversations to help put their minds at ease. At the same time, zebra stallions were appearing all across the country, including the constantly at risk hamlet of Ponyville. It seemed that they were a part of this…exchange though they remained zebras. Finally, Prince Shining Armor had recently received official documents from his sister signing over the nation’s leadership to him.

“Ah, Rarity,” whispered Fluttershy, pulling the fashionista back to the present as she walked with the first group of volunteers to become zebras. “Are…Are you sure you want to do this? I-I mean, if you become a zebra then you won’t be able to use your magic to make…” The meek pegasus mare’s voice trailed off, her eyes glancing up at the horn on her friend’s head before darting down to look at her covered flank.

“I’m quite sure,” said Rarity, understanding exactly what her friend was implying. “Mares have been using their hands to create simply brilliant gowns for ages now. Not to mention I could simply buy a new sewing machine so I don’t think it would cause me too much of a hassle once I open up a new store here. Oh, just think of it! Having my boutiques in Equestria and Zebrica! Perhaps after we talk to Twilight and get this whole thing sorted out I’ll ask her where she thinks the best location is.” Upon seeing her friend give a slight smile, Rarity looked away for she had not told the whole story. Yes, she wanted to set up shop out here but there was more to it, spurred on by desires she had kept hidden from everypony. She had been one of the mares who had spoken to the representative, asking about how the breeding process would proceed while her lower lips quivered in anticipation. More so when they described the process in great detail. While no pony would ever have guessed this, Rarity had had a breeding fetish ever since she had been a teen. The idea of life being inserted into her, being bred by a powerful stallion and having her body swell from that was something she fantasized on those lonely nights lit by candles. And now, she could live out that fantasy while also finding a proper zebra noble that would put that fool Prince Blueblood to shame!

“Yes, after we find Twilight,” came a cold voice from the lone mare in front of them. “I find it very unlike her not to meet us by now.” Walking directly behind Dreiga so that her cold, green eyes bore into the stallion’s back, was the returned Princess Luna. The light blue alicorn stood taller than all the others, her perfectly sculpted body putting everypony else to shame. Her form had been the envy of models all across Equestria ever since she had returned, nothing about her seeming too thin or too thick with just enough curves in all the right places that gave her a breathtaking appearance. She was like an old Ponish sculpture brought to life! As if to better match this comparison the Princess of the Night wore a black toga which seemed to sparkle in the sun’s light via the number of tiny crystals embedded in the fabric. Rarity had marveled at it more than once since, to her at least, it seemed to be hinting at the illusion that she was wearing the night sky around her form.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you suspected that we were keeping her from you,” said Dreiga, a small smile appearing on his face as he turned to look at the lone alicorn mare. “Which I can assure you we are not. My new step-mother is a very busy mare doing everything in her power to ensure a healthy birth. Taking lessons. Reading books on the subject.”

Rarity could almost hear Luna’s scowl, her teeth gritting ever so slightly. Then, as if thinking about it for a moment, Rarity heard Luna let out a sigh. “Yes, that seems more in keeping of Twilight,” she said in an even tone. “Certainly more than that document she signed.” Rarity winced at the emphasis that the lunar mare used, slacking her pace slightly.

“My, my,” laughed Dreiga. “It almost sounds like you were accusing my father, and perhaps even this country, of doing something nefarious with dear Princess Twilight and dear Princess Cadence. But surely I must be mistaken. Throwing around such accusations without a shred of proof could be disastrous. Like, for example, noticing signs that the signature on the documents were forged.” For a moment, the stallion was silent as he no doubt waited for some sort of response. But as the seconds passed, there was only silence as Rarity saw Luna looking away while balling her hands into fists. “What? Nothing? Well then, why did you and your sister leave your rather short retirement then? Perhaps, if I may be so bold, that the two of you are just a tad bit paranoid?”

“That may be true,” said Luna, a hint of a smile forming on her face. “Or maybe me and my sister are experienced enough to know that, even if the signature matches Twilight’s, it doesn’t mean it was done willingly.” Dreiga’s smile faltered just a little and his body stiffened. “Me and my sister merely wish to…understand why Princess Twilight would so willingly, and without council, throw away the kingdom to which we entrusted to her. That as well as finding out why Princess Cadence would so readily leave behind both her husband and daughter without so much as a final visit. Which is why I desire to speak with my sister’s former pupil. If there is nothing amiss, then we Royal Sisters will honor her final wishes as ruler of Equestria. Simply returning to our peaceful retirement. That said, if we find something amiss…well, I’m sure Shining Armor will be patient as we sort things out.”

There was silence for a moment, creating a tension that nearly felt physical. It felt like a pressure on Rarity’s back to the point where she might trip over her own hooves in a very un-ladylike manner. Glancing over at Fluttershy, the poor dear looked like she was going to have a bit of a panic attack.

Mercifully, it ended shortly with a barking laugh from Dreiga. “Well, you certainly do have an imagination. I’ll give you that! If it will put your mind at ease, I’ll put in a request with my father to see if he can pull his young wife away from her studies long enough to meet with you. Until then, the royal family shall do everything in its power to make you feel more at home. As for the rest of our lovely guests, we have arrived!” Blinking in surprise, Rarity pulled her gaze away from the two royals to instead look before her where a large iron gate stood. Masks and symbols similar to what Rarity had seen at Zecora’s hut decorated the sides, looking down at the approaching herd. One or two Rarity recognized from her time with the striped mare, but the rest were utterly foreign to her. But, then again, that was not surprising seeing as how she was in Zecora’s native land.

With a grand gesture, Dreiga motioned to two large and muscular stallions who began to open the gate to allow them to pass. Stepping through, Rarity saw that they had been brought to what she would consider to be a small gated community. From the gate, the street turned into a series of cobblestone pathways that twisted and turned to the various buildings lined with blooming shrubs. The most noticeable of which was a large, outdoor communal bathing area. Steam was rising from the various pools, each one large enough for a dozen or so mares to be in at a time. From the few she could see, stone benches were placed around them as a potential place for mares to chat while they either waited to enter or simply dry off. She also noted a small building and wondered if it was for mares who wished for a bit more privacy. Around the massive pools were several large, circular buildings that had the appearance that they were made of sandstone with roofs that reminded Rarity of piles of dried grass.

“Is where we’ll be staying until we,” began Fluttershy before pausing to gulp, “c-change?”

“A bit more than that,” said Dreiga, his tone calm with a twinkle in his eyes as he turned to speak to the mass of mares. “On behalf of my nation and my tribe, I thank all of you from the bottom of my heart. I know that many of you are giving up something special, something you have lived with your entire lives. Be it soaring through the sky like a bird or the power of magic, sacrificing it in the hopes that it will save my tribe. Words cannot express our gratitude. Hopefully our actions will be a good start, beginning with a home for all of you to make sure the transformation goes as smoothly for you as possible while ensuring that you are all comfortable. Thus my father commissioned this specifically for all of you: the Mare’s Quarters.” The prince then gestured to the area behind him. “This is the first one that we have completed. We hope that, in time, we shall include these areas in every city in Zebrica as the number of kind, Equestrian mares increase as well.

“The Mare’s Quarters shall provide all of you with everything you shall need as you not only undergo your transformation but also your transition into our society. While you cannot see it from here, there are a number of shops run by my people. A grocery store, places where you can get clothing, and other such enterprises. For now they will be managed by us, but to any of you who wish may work there. According to Princess Twilight, this bit of familiarity should help you to adjust in a more natural way. But it will not be that way forever. Once all of you begin to integrate with our customs enough, we shall pass on ownership to those of you who have the drive and the desire to take them on,” he said giving Rarity a wink. “The Mare’s Quarters will, of course, have more than that. We have also built a small library and gym to help keep many of you entertained when you have some free time. There are also a few of our doctors on hoof as well as counselors to assist during your change. And, in the near future, there shall be a school for the foals you all give birth to.” The prince paused for a moment as he saw some of the mares beginning to blush. “But that, as I said, is for the future. For now, I wish for all of you to take the time to settle in for a moment before we begin in full.”

As if on cue, as soon as Dreiga finished talking, Rarity noticed movement coming from down the streets of the Mare’s Quarters. They were zebra mares, some tall and busty while others were small and skinny with everything in-between. There were not a lot and, if Rarity’s fears were correct, these might be all the mares in the capital! After all, she hadn’t seen a single one since she arrived. As they drew closer, Rarity’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when she saw what they were all wearing! While the styles varied, all of them were wearing a white, see-through clothing. Rarity found herself staring at one, nearly licking her lips, as she gazed at the one who led the group. The cloth criss-crossed over her upper body, starting on either side of her neck and the golden band around it before heading down to her sides so that her breasts were ‘covered’. But Rarity could still see her black nipples clearly, as well as the golden rings piercing each nipple. A loin cloth covered her front, providing barely any protection to her gorgeous black folds. More golden bands graced her arms and legs with one massive looped earring hanging off of one of her ears. Shifting her gaze, Rarity looked at the other mares. Some wore the same as this first mare while others wore simple shifts. And others seemed to have even less on them. But they all had some things in common. The rings around their necks, the bands on their arms and legs, the single earring.

Rarity’s focus fluttered for a moment as she stared at the incoming herd. A small noise escaped her as she realized that, as they were, nothing they wore obstructed the view of the stripes covering their forms. Forms that Rarity and the others would soon take on. A showing of what was to come? Perhaps.

“Miss Fluttershy,” said Dreiga suddenly, earning an ‘eep’ from the pegasus as the prince approached. “I seem to recall that you wrote on your application sheet that you desired to meet some of the local animal life. Am I remembering this correctly?” For a moment, Fluttershy didn’t respond. Just staring at the stallion as she moved ever so slightly behind Rarity. Then, once she could use her unicorn friend as a shield—not that she would of course—she gave a very short, nervous nod. “Excellent. I just wanted to double check before making an offer for a dear friend of mine. He, well, is one of the nobles who helped my father in going through all of the applications with yours in particular catching his attention. You see, he too is fond of animals. Had a home built right on the edge of the city where he could create a sort of sanctuary for some of the rarest and most exotic creatures native to our lands. He loves them dearly but the sheer number of them has made it so that it is difficult for him to care for them all by himself.”

“Oh my, that’s horrible,” said Fluttershy as she moved out from behind Rarity so quickly that the butter colored pegasus nearly knocked her down. “All those poor animals. I would love to help! If that’s what he wants of course.” She then paused for a moment, her eyes slowly lowering to her hooves. “But…wouldn’t that get in the way of becoming a zebra? Not just changing, but everything else you want me to do?”

Dreiga nodded before he spoke again in a gentle tone. “Given the distance from here to his home, and your soon to be wingless state, most of your day will be spent going to and from. But, there is a simple solution to all of this. If you are comfortable with the idea, my friend says that he will be happy to sponsor you. Meaning that your transformation and education into zebra society will be done in the privacy of his home.”

As the prince spoke, Rarity could see her friend brighten up a little at this offer. While Fluttershy was getting better at confronting her fears, the unicorn could tell they were getting to her. Not only was she about to undergo a species transformation and breed, but she was also in a strange land surrounded by mares whom she wasn’t at all familiar with. So perhaps having a more personal, one on one transformation in an area full of the creatures that she adored would put her more at ease.

“Well, that doesn’t sound too bad,” said Fluttershy as she gave Dreiga a weak smile, moving some of her pink mane out of her face as she did so. “But, will I still be able to visit Rarity and see Twilight?”

“Of course, of course,” said Dreiga, grinning broadly as he approached her. Rarity then watched as he swung an arm around the mare’s shoulders, moving her through the crowd and back the way they had come with Princess Luna following behind looking more than a little annoyed. But, before Rarity could say anything, to call out even a goodbye to her friend, she felt the soft hand of a mare touching her shoulder. Turning she looked over to see it was one of the zebra mares, smiling at her kindly.

“Let’s get you settled in, shall we?”

Rarity stood before the outdoor bath, the last few hours almost seeming like a blur as she watched the small wisps of steam rising.

The first thing that had happened was that she, along with all the other mares, had been assigned to living areas. How the zebras had made the selection was unclear, be it examining their applications or simply pulling names out of a hat. All she knew was that they seemed to have already made the decision as she, along with seven other mares, were taken to one of the sandstone buildings closest to the gate. When they got inside, Rarity began to examine the place that would be her home for the foreseeable future. Next to the door was a small kitchen space, containing the bare minimum of appliances that would be needed as well as a table that reminded her more of a picnic bench that Applejack would have been fond of. The middle of the dwelling was, thankfully, more impressive in her opinion. It was spacious, probably taking up a majority of their home, allowing a good number of ponies to walk around without ever feeling cramped. Why, if she had to guess, they could probably have three times the number of ponies in here now and still have enough room. What’s more, there were a small number of chairs and a couple of love seats that were positioned around a fire pit which had been built into the foundation which crackled gently. If she had to guess, it was done this way to help them all feel closer. That or for when the zebra stallions whom they would be meeting could come and chat with them in a more relaxing setting.

Oh, if only the same level of thought had been given to her bedroom. Around the living area were a series of doors, each with a number engraved into the wood that went from one to eight. Rarity’s room, number five, was utterly pitiful as she had been in motel rooms that were more spacious. The room consisted of a bed made for two, a small dresser that wouldn’t fit even a tenth of clothing she had brought from Equestria, and another door that simply led to a toilet. The walls were completely bare and the window far too small for her liking. She didn’t like it one bit and hoped that she would be able to upgrade to something better in the near future.

Once all the Equestrians had gotten a chance to look around the house, the zebra mare who had brought them there asked for their attention as she went over the rules. First and foremost was that the kingdom wished to keep them as safe as possible, meaning that all of them had to be back by sundown unless given special permission. A head count would be done every night before the gates to the Mare’s Quarters closed. Any mare that was discovered missing would gain the attention of the guards. This, while excessive, made sense to nearly all of them. They were, after all, here to help repopulate the zebra race so it made sense they would be given so much security. And she was glad that they would be allowed to leave, making it feel less like a prison.

From there, the zebra went over other basic things. Keep your rooms tidy. Please no bickering with each other or, at the very least, be civil with each other. That they would be given money each week to buy food for themselves and to not eat something that you didn’t buy. When the stallions arrive, please do not bother them when they are talking to another mare. While this was all very good, there was a pressing question Rarity had. So much so that she felt the need to raise her hand.

“When can we expect our luggage to arrive?” she asked, gaining a couple of the others to voice the same.

“Right now, it’s being placed into storage,” explained the zebra mare with a small smile. “For now, to help all of you adjust, we shall be insisting that you wear the normal zebra fashions. Once you have settled in, we will take you to where they are being stored so that you can take some personal belongings like pictures and the like. But until then, they will be kept in a safe place while you acclimate to our culture.” That answer made Rarity frown. She had never been told that.

“But…what will we wear?” asked another mare in the room. “All we have are the clothes on our backs!” This earned a chorus of agreements, including Rarity.

“That is already being taken care of,” replied the zebra. “In a few minutes we will be leaving so that you can all begin the process of becoming a zebra as well as learning about the various breeding programs we have created that you may choose from. Once you are finished, you shall be given something new to wear and more will be provided in the coming days.”

For a moment, Rarity had wanted to protest this. She wanted to walk straight to this mare, get in her face, and demand that she be allowed to get any of her belongings. Who were they to take her property and put it all under lock and key?!? Yet a voice of reason spoke out. It reminded her of her habits of bringing a teeny, tiny bit too much with her whenever she traveled. If she were to go, sort all of her ensembles to decide which she wanted to keep…it would take perhaps too much time. Going through everything, trying it on again, bringing it back to her tiny room to see if she had enough space, going through everything again to see what she wanted to take back, having second thoughts, going back to the storage area, reconsidering which dresses she took… Yes, it would be time consuming. And maybe they had a point about helping them to adjust. She was here to become a zebra and while her gowns were the height of Equestrian fashion the same could not be said for here. They didn’t fit well with the current trends of the populace while also being a tad too warm to wear.

Perhaps there was a benefit to having the rug pulled out from under their hooves. With this plan, Rarity could get to try on the latest zebra fashions while gaining the inspiration she needed to add her own flare to them. That way, she could feel more confident when she went to open up her own boutique here in Zebrica. All without getting her own dresses all sweaty or spending any of her own funds! That was a simply marvelous plan. And they did say that she would be allowed to go and get some of her other items that she brought.

From there, Rarity and the other mares had been led out of their home towards the bathing pools. Once there, a queue was formed with the mares all waiting in a single line that began to grow as more groups joined them. Thankfully, Rarity didn’t have to wait long as her group had been one of the first.

A light giggle brought Rarity back to the present as two mares approached her, wading through the water as they approached her. Rarity gulped a little as she watched them, both of them having large breasts that swayed ever so slightly with every strep they took. Their stripped forms looked almost identical, from the hourglass forms of their bodies to the stripped pattern that decorated them. Even their manes were the same, flowing down their shoulders in a manner that reminded her of when Zecora dressed up like a witch for Nightmare Night! The only difference she could see was that one had green eyes while the other had blue.

“Sister, look,” said the green eyed mare, a smile on her face as she looked at Rarity with amusement. “We have the honor of tending to one of Equestria’s greatest heroes!”

“I know, I know,” said the blue eyed one, reaching a hand over to caress her sister in a manner that felt more like a lover. Not helped when she kissed her sister’s cheek! “We’ll have to make extra sure that all goes well.”

“Well, ah, thank y-you,” stammered Rarity as the twin mares left the water, the fashionista getting flashbacks of the spa twins back in her hometown. She licked her lips a little as the nearly naked mares approached her all while swaying their hips and flicking their tails in a seductive manner. With her heart racing fast, the blue eyed one moved behind her while a hand gently touched her shoulder. At the same time the face of the green eyed mare filled her vision, her wet breasts pressing on her own. Her heart began to beat faster, inhaling a scent that reminded her of oil and flowers.

“Just relax and let us take care of you,” whispered the green eyed one, her voice sensual beyond anything Rarity had ever heard before. On instinct, Rarity felt her eyes closed as if she were expecting a kiss.

One that never came. Instead she felt the soft, skillful hands of the sisters at work undressing her. The two worked as if they had practiced this many, many times. The blue eyed mare gently placed a hand on her back while the other slowly unzipped her dress. When she had finished, the other sister began to peel the dress down as she bent herself lower to the ground. As more of her coat was freed from its confines, Rarity felt like something cool was being washed over her despite the still intense heat of the sun. Had taking off one article of clothing made that much of a difference? A soft moan that came from her lips held the answer: yes. As dramatic as it might sound, Rarity felt a sort of freedom that she had never felt before as more of her naked body was released to the world and her dress pooled around her hooves.

Rarity then almost gasped as she felt the breasts of the mare behind her pressing against her back. Her hot breath blasted against Rarity’s neck and she could tell that the zebra’s lips were centimeters above her collar bone. The only barrier keeping her hardened nipples from pressing into the alabaster mare’s back was the nearly completely transparent material. As the blue eyed mare’s hands began to unhitch her bra, the mare in front began to stand back up. The green eyed mare’s hands traced Rarity’s sides as she rose, her head coming into contact with Rarity’s breasts causing them to jiggle. As one the two sisters began to sway from side to side, shifting their weight on their hooves, while Rarity’s bra was taken off before dropping it with a small bit of fanfare.

“You’ll make a wonderful zebra,” said the green eyed mare, her eyes smoldering as she looked into Rarity’s. This mare before her then placed a hand on her hip, caressing it in a way that caused Rarity to whimper in delight while her other hand glided across her breast. More than once, Rarity felt her hard pink nipple collide with this mare’s black ones. She was so caught in the moment that she barely felt the mare behind her pulling down her panties.

“Are you ready to become a new you?” asked the mare behind Rarity, whispering in her ear and running her fingers through the purple tail of the unicorn. A tail that, she was now realizing, would soon no longer be purple.

“Yes,” whispered Rarity.

Rather than say anything, the green eyed mare raised herself up as far as she could. A tremble then ran through her body as she felt the zebra kissing her horn, her tongue moving around the spiral ever so slowly that it nearly made her go cross-eyed! “We thank you for your sacrifice,” was all that she said after that.

Together, the sisters led Rarity towards the pool where she stepped into the perfectly tempered water. With each step they took, Rarity could feel the small ripples washing against her flank as the three made their way into the center. Her heart was now pounding in anticipation, in excitement that still felt surreal to her. A part of her felt like fear should be creeping in on her, that she was about to lose a part of herself that she had had her entire life. Even if it was for a good cause! But, strangely, there was none of that. Instead she wondered if she would look as sexy as these two sisters who still smelled of oil and flowers.

Once they were in the middle, the twin mares left Rarity for a moment to move over to the edge. There she could see several items all laying by the water’s edge: a stack of fluffy white towels, an assortment of brushes, and an assortment of small wooden jars. Rarity stood there, watching as the twins stopped at the rim of the tub before turning to each other. The two stared at each other for a moment, giving the other a smile before looking over at the lone figure that watched them. Then, slowly, they began to undress the thin fabric off each other! The sight was brief, yet it seemed to take Rarity’s breath away as their hands glided over the other’s figure and pressed their exquisite bodies against each other in order to undress. The sight as well as the knowledge that they were as bare as her made Rarity’s legs weak for some reason, more so when the green eyed mare closed the distance between them in what felt like the blink of an eye to give Rarity a kiss. The sound it made was loud, seeming to echo through the area as well as Rarity’s mind as she felt the mare’s nude body pressing against her own. Hands came to her flank, taking hold of them for the briefest of moments as they stood there. All Rarity could do was stand there, feeling dazed before the mare embracing her pulled away, allowing the unicorn to notice that the other twin had taken this opportunity to begin.

As one, the two began to wash Rarity from head to toe in a manner that she could have only ever fantasized about. Using their hands, the two cupped water before bringing it up and letting it fall all over her body and mane before using towels to gently dab parts of her body. Every inch of her was given attention, from her face to the spaces between her fingers, to the undersides of her breasts. Once that was finished, the twins went over to one of the jars which they opened to reveal a jar of some amber looking oil that smelled of honey and something else she could not quite place. One at a time, they took a generous handful of the oil before applying it to her mane and tail. The sensation of it made her gasp, feeling a cold tingle running down all of her roots before being replaced with a warm sensation. From her head, she could feel this warmth as it seemed to vibrate, moving down her skull and seemingly into her brain. This warmth almost made her feel sleepy, as if she were only half awake. Meanwhile, with her tail, she could feel that same warmth as it moved up her spine as well as through her sex.

“Such a pretty mane and tail,” whispered the green eyed twin as she took a brush, using it slowly on Rarity’s mane. “You must have taken such good care of it for so long. All that energy and time.”

“I…did,” agreed Rarity slowly, only vaguely aware that she was speaking. She could feel her shoulders relaxing, drooping a little as a small smile began to form on her lips.

“Such a shame it will be gone soon,” said the blue eyed twin as she brushed Rarity’s tail gently. The last time it would ever be given that treatment for it would be changed into the tail of a zebra. She would be a zebra! “But I’m sure you’re going to put the same amount of effort into being bred. To birthing plenty of zebra foals.” A sharp intake of breath overtook Rarity at those words, her pussy quivering in pure anticipation.

“We’ll take that as a yes,” giggled the green eyed mare. “Bet you can’t wait to feel this!” Rarity’s world instantly turned upside down as she felt black lips wrapping around one of her nipples. Gentle sucking could be felt, hardening the nub while the tip of the zebra’s tongue traced the top.

“But you’ll have to wait a little bit longer~,” said the other mare in a sing-song voice causing the green eyed mare to stop. Slowly, Rarity turned to look at the other twin seeing that she was standing there with another open jar. As Rarity caught her breath, the mare reached into the pot to drench her hands into its contents before lifting her hand up and stopping at the same level as her blue eyes. From her hands a clear, semi-transparent liquid flowed downwards back into the pot until it slowed to nothing more than drips.

Rarity did not voice any question as to what they were doing, simply watching as the two began to insert their hands into the jar and allowing them to do with her as they pleased. She had no idea if all of this was just to get her ready for the procedure or this was- Rarity’s world was rocked as the soft hands of the mares suddenly began to touch her, spreading the oil on her body with loving caresses. Her mind began to slow as she felt the two pressing their bodies against her own as they worked, their hard nipples pressing against her back and breasts as they worked. Soft coo’s could be heard from the sister’s, sliding their hands around Rarity’s neck and gliding them across her face. The scent of the oil began to bombard her scenes, causing her mind to feel all the more fuzzy. She could hear other sounds coming from the distance. Moans? Cries of ecstasy? They were not in her voice so maybe they were coming from the other mares who were enjoying this as much as she was? Not that she could blame them. The chill of the first contact with this oil was beyond anything that they had put in her mane followed by a warmth that tingled in every nerve they touched. She had already been aroused by these two mares and what she was feeling now only seemed to take her to a higher level of pleasure!

“I wonder which program you’ll sign up for?” asked the green eyed mare with another coo, moving backwards a bit in order to coat one of Rarity’s breasts in the oil. “Maybe you’ll go the morale route. Our stallions have been lonely for so long with so few mares to tend to their needs? Would you like that? Would you like entertaining them with your body in some of our finest establishments? Dancing the night away on stage before being taken to the back room where they will fill you with their seed? Or simply being on the streets, letting any who walk up to you fuck your brains out for the right price?”

Rarity’s eyes upturned slightly as she listened to the words that were being said. With each word that was spoken, her mind began to play images before her causing the normally high class mare’s tongue to loll out. She could almost feel the lights hitting her body and the cold steel of the stripper pole as she humped it wildly, rubbing the cum oozing out of her cunt from the handsome zebra stallion who had just fucked her just before she had gotten on stage. She heard the wolf whistles from the crowd as she locked her leg around the pole, arching her back while taking off her bra and tossing it into the crowd who all cheered for her. Then she saw herself on the street, enticing any stallion who walked by with several other mares. All of them winking, turning their flanks around so that they could get a good look at them.

But…something was wrong. These images weren’t right! She wasn’t a zebra yet! Rarity was still a unicorn.

“Or perhaps you want something less showy,” suggested the other zebra. Rarity gasped, feeling a digit entering her anus with the oil acting as a lube. The sensations it caused seemed to triple nearly causing Rarity to orgasm right then and there as her nipples hardened to a degree she had never experienced before! “Being just a breeder, perhaps? Just staying here in the Mare’s Quarter to be bred by any stallion who comes in? We can make that happen for you. Molding your body so that you will constantly give birth until the day you pass from this world, being milked to help feed all the foals and helping to raise them. That is what you’re here to do.”

Another image assaulted Rarity’s mind. She didn’t know why, but she found herself in a sort of stockade along with many other mares. All of their arms were bound to a metal contraption with their heads resting in its metal frames. She could feel suction cups on her tits, keeping the hose in place as milk was pumped out of her massive tits while life kicked about in her womb. She could feel the excitement within her as she knew soon she would give birth before the process would begin again. And again. And again!

But why wasn’t she seeing herself as a zebra?!

“Does being a servant-wife sound enticing?” asked the green eyed mare, her oiled hand slipping down Rarity’s stomach as it headed closer to the mare’s sex. Rarity’s lips trembled while drool began to escape her mouth. “You should be so lucky. Taken in by one of our wealthy or noble stallions as a symbol. Becoming his property, to be used by him and him alone. Isn’t that what all young mares dream about?”

Rarity felt herself in another world as her mind gave her a trembling vision. She stood there naked, her belly bulging from the life inside of her, next to her husband. Or would be it better to call him Master? Whatever the case, he stood there in front of other ponies of high influence as he showed her off like a trophy with pride beaming in his eyes.

“But not every mare gets that joy. No, no,” whispered the blue eyed twin as her arms reach around Rarity’s flank to touch her folds. A scream of delight burst out of the pure white mare, falling backwards only to be caught by striped arms. “I suppose you could see if anyzebra would want you as a mare servant. I heard that you are a seamstress so perhaps some stallion can take you in to make outfits for all the new mares coming in. Then, when your shift is down, you can let your hands take a break as he fills your hole with his cum!”

“T-They all sound so good,” Rarity managed to breathe as she fought through another fantasy. She saw herself working nude in a sweatshop, rushing to make one article of clothing after another. From sun up to sun down, working tirelessly and at the best of her abilities. Then, her employer would come in from upstairs. Oh yes, he would come for her and order her to lay on her workbench. She would do as she was told, spreading her legs as far as she could and displaying her dripping wet hole for him to fill with his sperm.

“You’re doing so good,” came a whisper. With hazy vision and mind, Rarity had no idea who said that. She felt like she had found an abyss of pleasure, diving head first without a second thought into the deepest depths of her desires. Her body seemed to ache with the desire to be touched, to be used. She didn’t care who it was for all she wanted now was to fuck somepony, anypony! If there was a stallion around she would let them use her however he wanted. If these twins wished to stop teasing her and just take her, she would let them. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum!

But that never came. Instead she felt like a zombie as she was shuffled out of the water, hand held by both the mares who continued to giggle. She giggled as well, not knowing or caring why. Thoughts were hard right now, only feelings mattered. That’s why she could only feel the water leaving her sides before she was laid in something firm yet soft. Brushes began to move over her nipples and clit, circling around them over and over making the mare thrash. But she did. Not. CUM! Why? What were they doing to her!?!

Rarity’s attention jerked back as she heard the opening of another jar. Only barely did she realize that she was being held down to the ground by surprisingly strong hands, but her focus was towards the one kneeling between her legs. In one hand was the jar while the other was dipped into it. The mare, she could not tell who it was anymore, hummed a little as she swirled her hand around before pulling it out, revealing that one of her fingers was covered in a black substance. Seeing that substance made her heart race. It was…

“Fertility,” said the mare as she reached down, touched the area right above the clit. Rarity cried out, her thoughts shattered once more as the mare began to draw on her body. Only barely was she aware that they were drawing a black spiral over her white fur before small ripple marks were added to the top and bottom. Something seemed to pulse in her body causing her to go limp.

Words were said around her, but in her haze Rarity could no longer make out who was talking nor what they were saying. Time was nothing more than a blur now as the twins finished her up. Rarity’s body was moved like a rag doll for a time, arms and legs lifted as golden bands were placed around her wrists and ankles. Then, a final golden band was placed around her neck. Hearing it click into place brought a smile onto her face for some reason. Near the end, some mobility seemed to return to her, allowing her to stand before she was taken away from the water.

“It is regrettable that the lower number of zebra mare births has caused the decline of boutiques across the land. Understandable, yet still regrettable,” said the zebra stallion who had introduced himself as Temall, one of his hands snaking its way around Rarity’s exposed waist. A part of her was thankful for that as it kept her standing on her hooves, her mind still hazy from the bath she had taken maybe a few hours ago. What’s more, she found his touch against her now sensitive body to be arousing. So much so that she didn’t mind craning her head to look up at the stallion who was a good two heads taller than she was. “But a true visionary does not look at what is happening right now, but what is to come! Your magnificent presence here, along with all of the other mares from Equestria, is a signal that they will soon be on the rise again. Plenty of stallions will want to dress their mares in the finest or just something to show off their treasure. And we are going to need some more…inspiration. Something that I know you have an abundance of.”

Temall then paused for a moment, reaching out with his free hand to take a goblet held on a tray held by one of the natural born zebra mares as she passed by. Rarity slowly turned to look at her, wondering if she was one of the mares who had washed them but a few hours prior. She, like all the other zebra mares had put their shifts back on which did little to hide their bodies. Not that what Rarity and the other mares from Equestria were wearing were any better. After the zebra mares had finished drying her off, they had wrapped her chest with a similar semi-transparent cloth of purple with the same being down around her waist as if it were a skirt of some kind. And when they were done, they gave her a gentle slap on the flank before sending her on her way to do the same to the mare after her.

From there Rarity, as well as the others, had been brought to an open area that lay past the bathing pools and further away from the entrance. She remembers how with each step she took, guided by one of the zebra mares, how the fabric slid against her nipples and her pussy which sent sparks flying through her mind. In all honesty she was thankful to the mare who had brought her here for, had she not, Rarity might have fallen over and began pleasing herself right along the road!

Once there, Rarity found a number of zebra stallions dressed in fine clothing waiting for her as well as the other mares. The unicorn found herself swept from stallion to stallion for what seemed like hours, only barely noticing that food and drinks were now being served. Questions were asked and she answered as best she could as she ate and drank what she had been offered with little hesitation. Now she was here with Temall.

“I believe that there would be a benefit of you becoming my servant-wife,” continued Temall after taking a sip of his drink. He then brought the goblet down to Rarity’s lips and she began to drink without protest as he spoke. “You would be living the life that many would envy, treated like a treasure. Our foals would receive only the best of everything in the land. You would be allowed to draft your creations, with others doing the hard labor. And in return, I will breed you for the rest of your life. If you are willing that is.”

Temall then pulled the drink away from Rarity’s lips, a finger moving to trace them gently. “What do you say?” he asked slowly before taking his finger away and sucking on it.

“I,” began Rarity, her mind slightly confused from the haze that still clouded her mind and the drink. Before she could fully answer, she noticed that one of the mares had undressed herself. And it was a mare she knew! It was Night Glider, a pegasus who had been a part of Starlight’s cult! The lilac cloth she had been wearing was tossed off and carried in the breeze as she got onto the ground with her legs. Without a hint of shame she then began to rub her pussy with one hand while the other began to squeeze one of her small breasts.

Were her wings always that small?

“Please,” begged Nightglider. “I can’t take it anymore! I need to be bred. I need it. Need it, please! Make me a zebra and fuck me!” For a moment, Rarity stared at the mare feeling the desire to do the same. To just strip off her clothing and take this stallion’s cock into her mouth so that she could fill her stomach with his seed before he shot another load into her womb.

She nearly acted, but Temall moved forward as his interest in the pegasus mare grew. For a moment, Rarity stood there waiting only for the light of fireworks to flare into the night. Turning to look behind her as the multicolored lights floated towards the ground, she thought she heard something else. Cheering. Laughing. Singing. The voice of a party composed of nothing but stallions!

With the current stallions paying more heed to Night Glider, Rarity began to walk towards the gate as if in a trace. The further away she got from the party, the more desolate and deserted the Mare’s Quarters seemed to become. She might have even thought of some witty and poetic metaphor or simile to describe it had her mind been in a better frame. But no, the only thing on her mind right now as she walked through the gate was finding stallions.

And find them she did. Back on the main streets of the capital, Rarity found them packed with stallions with a festival in full swing! From where she stood, she could see several of them playing instruments whose names escaped her while a group in front of them danced wildly. These dancers all wore the wooden masks that held some meaning, moving in a circle as they jumped up and down with their hands shooting up into the air. Onlookers watched and cheered for them, pumping up their fists which held either food or drink in cheer. Speaking of food, Rarity could see booth after booth serving various food and drink in large supplies. Rugs were placed on the ground, with some of the zebra stallions showing off how well they had trained snakes and other animals for the amusement of the crowd while others set up games. Everywhere she looked there were stallions.

Without thinking, Rarity began to walk forward into the crowd. With those first few steps, nothing seemed to happen as everyzebra seemed too caught up in their revelry. But soon she felt their eyes upon her, gazing at her form and growing quiet. This spread like silent wildfire until every single eye was upon her.

“A mare,” came a whisper which, in this silence, could be heard by all. A heartbeat later, all of the faces looking at her began to grin as a loud cry rang out! “A MARE!” The crowd then let out a cheer, fists raising into the air flinging food and drink with them.

A grin slowly appeared on Rarity’s face as the testosterone filled party began once more with her in the center. The dancers she had seen moved around her in a clearly improvised manner, shouting something to the band as they did. A faster, more wild tune began to as the dancers began to dance around her. They kicked their legs forward, hands raised and shaking to the stars above, before they began to twist around. Soon their legs were spread, bouncing around her before jumping back up. And through the haze, Rarity felt herself showing off her body. She caressed her sides, running her hands down as she slowly turned so that everyzebra there could get a good look at her. If they were going to make her the center of attention she might as well give them what they want!

When the song ended, the dancers lifted her up high into the sky as they began to move further away from the Mare’s Quarters and into the fair. Those they passed reached up in an effort just to touch her, looking upon her like she was a treasured object. Perhaps this was their first time, or at least the first time in so long, that they had seen a mare up close!

She had no idea how long she was carried but, when it ended, Rarity was placed on a rug set along the side of a building, overlooking a play that was being performed for the masses. The lead actor was dressed like a mare, and judging by ‘her’ attire was perhaps a royal as well. ‘She’ spoke in harsh tones, cursing the land of Zebrica for some reason that Rarity had probably missed to die a slow and pathetic way. As Rarity watched, food and ale was practically shoved into her hands which, while not up to her normal standards, she consumed as she realized for the first time how hungry she really was. The eyes of the zebras around her watched as Rarity used her bare hands to eat, licking them clean before taking the wooden tankard to her mouth and drinking it so fast that the amber liquid ran down her chin before dripping onto her breasts.

More food was soon brought to her, her drink refilled. But now, the stallions around had become far less shy. She moaned through her food as their hands slipped under the cloth covering her chest, kneading her breasts while others went to touch her sex. The feeling caused the fire within her to burn brighter, throwing her head back as she kept herself somewhat up by her elbows while that which she held slipped out of her fingers. She began to pant, her legs being spread by zebra’s whose names she didn’t know while their gazes burned with the same desire that was inside her. She looked around herself, spotting a stall next to her selling mirrors with one of them reflecting her face at the moment. Yes, she could see just how much she wanted them to continue. To-

Rarity’s thoughts were broken as a hand suddenly, unexpectedly, reached to grab the fabric covering her breasts. An instant later, the striped hand pulled backwards taking whatever covering she had been given away with so much force that they jiggled and bounced against her chest for all of the crowd to see. A tingle of fear rippled through her body as she felt the hunger eyes of the stallions around her, looking at her in the same way that a pack of timber wolves would look at their prey. But while she was afraid, there was a part of her that wanted this. Wanted all these stripped stallions to ravish her completely and utterly. To cover her from head to hoof with their foal batter as it leaked from every hole. To knock her up tonight. And it looked like she might get her wish!

As her covering was then tossed into the air one of the stallions placed a hoof on either side of her so that he was now standing over her, right above her stomach. Looking up silently she saw that he too was naked, stroking his now exposed and very hard black cock. She stared at it, beads of white fluid dripping from the tip as her silken loincloth was just as roughly removed. The hands of the zebras began to touch her far rougher now. Her legs were spread to an almost painful level as she felt multiple fingers pulling at her sex, spreading it as far as it could. At the same time, hands were squeezing at her breasts, treating them like the icing tube at a bakery when decorating a cake. More of their clothing was hitting the floor and soon all Rarity could see were the striped forms of the stallions as they stroked their massive cocks at her.

The stallion standing above her then squatted down, knocking away all the hands around her mounds as he did so. She watched as his cock was placed in the valley between her large, milky white hills and shuddered as she felt its weight before crying out as he roughly pinched the pink nubs at the top. Like a wild animal he began to thrust forwards and back in order to help with his release. Rarity tried to look up at his face, but hands roughly took hold of her head and pulled it back. She tried to say something but her voice became muffled as a cock was slammed all the way inside her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. Tears began to stream down her face from the treatment she was receiving, the second cock slamming inside her with the same control as the first. This second pair of hands held onto the side of her head so tightly that her skull began to hurt causing her to scream around the cock.

Then she screamed ever more, her eyes growing wide. While these two had been using her, it had distracted her from the fact that the hands pulling at her pussy had gone. But she felt strong arms taking hold of her legs, lifting them up and putting them at the sides of something firm. The sides of a stallion! It all came crashing down on her as a cock slammed into her sex, fast and spread her walls without giving her a chance to grow used to the sheer size. The member just invaded her, stretching her walls beyond anything she had ever had before in a single motion and hitting the entrance to her womb. More tears began to run down her face as wild humping began to take place, thrusting inside her without a care in the world.

Cocks were everywhere! In every direction she could look with her limited vision, all she could see were the black shafts brimming with the seed of life that had never been able to be planted. Their ball sacks swung, eager to release their load into a real live mare for the first time as they stared at her with those hungry eyes. Even now in the open air, all Rarity could smell was their musk as well as the pure desire they all shared. To aid with the scent, a few fell onto their knees where they then began to press the flat head of their members against her cheeks. Their pre-cum smeared against her coat as they rocked back and forth as if in some sort of trance. Some above even began letting out small groans as droplets of their white foal batter landed on her and seemed to blend in with her still pure white body. Those beads landed close to her nose, filling her with a scent that nearly caused her eyes to roll back into her skull before they moved down her face and mixed in with her tears. She felt one rubbing against her cheek, smearing the pre-cum against her like a lotion.

A powerful slap to her breasts from the side caused Rarity to scream around the cock once again, drawing her back into the moment. Rarity needed to at least regain the use of her mouth to deal with this mob, but in her current position her hands were of little use to her. That left her magic. While she may not have been as magically gifted as Twilight, or at least how she was, she could at least move heavy objects when she needed to. Thinking fast, she channeled all her might and will into her horn only to feel an odd pounding in her skull that had nothing to do with the stallion holding her.

Before she could dwell on this for too long, the stallion whom had been face fucking her made one final slam forward has his grip on her head tightened more. Despite having his shaft so deep in her throat, Rarity could still feel the heat of his seed as it barreled downwards to her stomach. She could feel it filling her as massive jets of the seed seemed to endlessly flow into her, her gut growing slightly due to the large amounts. A bit of it even felt like it was trying its best to crawl its way back up her throat only to be pushed back as the stallion refused to stop in his orgasm.

Her face soon followed. The stallion who had been using her breasts as his sex toy came as well, his white hot mess spraying all over her. It flew upwards, splashing all over her face with a scent so overpowering it was a wonder she didn’t go mad! More of it shot out from his cock, hitting her chin and the metal band around her neck. As he came over and over again, the other stallions around her shot their loads onto her body. Her face was soon drenched, forcing her to close her eyes in order to protect them as it seeped into her mane. Her body trembled as she felt bursts landing on her legs, waist, the sides of her chest, parts of her breasts, and so on. For a brief moment she imagined being in the shower with zebra spunk falling down upon her.

Then came the last shot. The stallion who had been plowing her tunnel became more desperate, his thrusting seeming to become all the more wild as he grunted. Jets of his hot seed were fired like water out of a fire hydrant, yet he never stopped in his pace. He just kept going, coating every bit of her tunnel with the life juice. Even when he stopped and his cock finally grew limp, he continued to thrust like a mad beast while grunting like one.

It was only when the cock was dislodged from her neck, Rarity was able to say a single word. “Stop!” That one word carried with it enough force to gain everyzerba’s attention, drawing them back to reality and what they were doing to her. Almost as one, the crowd took a step back from her with a few helping the fellow between her legs to pull away.

As Rarity sat up, a tingle began to spread over her body as she felt the cum vanish. No, that wasn’t right. It was more like it was seeping into her. Into her body. Into her being! The feeling brought back the haze while a silly grin spread upon her lips. She turned her head to look at the mirror and, to her utter delight, saw that the process had finally begun! Her horn had shrunk, no larger than a small yet pointed bump upon her forehead! Her mane was also looking a shade or two whiter. At the same time her hips burned with the desire to meet with a stallion’s. To have him thrust inside her once more, to fill her with his cock. To feel cum filling her womb with zebra seed so that she could birth a whole new generation. Alone if she had to.

But she didn’t beg for it the same way Night Glider had, nor would she. No, she had to do something first. Something she had wanted to do when she had tried to use her magic.

“Darlings,” she said, despite the pain in her jaw. “I know how all of you are anxious to be with somepony as simply marvelous as me. But just because you are all excited is no excuse to act like brutes! Oh no! Such wasted time and energy that you might never really get a proper turn! I mean, really, the first mare you’ve ever been with and you never allowed her to touch you? That just won’t do! And you will need to know how to please her as well! Thankfully, I am just the mare to teach you.” At that, the crowd seemed to take a step back as they looked at her a little sheepishly.

Seeing this brought a smile to Rarity’s face as she pointed to one of the stallions in the crowd. “Let’s start with you there. Yes, you. Would you please tell me your name?”

“It, ah, Zim,” said the stallion as he approached her, voice a little shaky now. No doubt nervous at actually talking to a mare, making him all the more adorable in Rarity’s eyes.

“Zim, it is a pleasure to meet you,” said Rarity with a calming smile. As the stallion brightened a bit thanks to her tone, Rarity gestured to him to sit on the rug next to her before turning to face the group. “We’re going to be doing a little set up here so, while you wait, please form a line so that there is no rough housing. I promise, every one of you will get a turn.” The scrambling to do as they were told started before Rarity could fully turn her head to look at Zim. Her eyes gave him a smoldering, lustful stare as she pressed her body against his side. An arm draped around his back to a dainty hand could rest on his shoulder while the other wrapped itself around his member. Her grin grew more lustful as she heard him take a deep intake of breath as soon as all of her fingers were around it followed by a shudder. “Now then, Darling, I want you to lie down. I’ll do all the work and make you feel like a king.”

Zim nodded, lying on his back while Rarity continued to hold onto his shaft. Lightly she stroked it, feeling his pre-cum running down her fingers while her other hand felt his chest. She was about to get to work but paused as she noticed something out of the corner of her eye that could always find the fatal flaws in her stitching. It had been brief and, though it was dark, she had seen movement on her body. Perhaps more signs that she was changing? Sex was the predominate drive in her mind, the primary thing that broke through the haze. But now, something else was peaking alongside it. She wanted to see it happen! Wanted to see the whole process and not just on another mare. No, she wanted to see herself become a fabulous zebra breeding bitch!

Thankfully, this wasn’t too difficult as all she had to do was get Zim to adjust his position ever so slightly while never letting go of his cock. Once he was ready, she looked directly up to see her reflection looking back from the mirror with the same lusty expression. Never breaking her gaze, she moved over so that she straddled him with her hand holding the stallionhood right at her lower entrance. The entire time she kept her eyes locked on her hips as she lowered them down to consume the black mass inside her. So much of her wanted to close her eyes and savor the surrender, just to give in. But a moan had to suffice as she was filled in a far more controlled manner.

Her hands ran down Zim’s chest, slowly tracing his muscles and bones as the feeling of fullness infected her. Briefly she glanced down to see that his eyes were locked on her, staring at her with amazement. But his hands; they seemed so unsure on what to do as he lifted them off the ground only for them to hang there. Well, that just wouldn’t do! Swaying upon him, Rarity bent down to kiss his nipples causing the stallion to shudder again while she took a hold of his hands. As she got back up Rarity placed them on her hips.

“Hold right here for now,” she said. Then, she began. It started with a slow bump upwards, causing her flank and breasts to jiggle ever so slightly. Yet both let out loud sighs as they felt the friction against their sexes, the pleasure it brought them both. The crowd, now a line that stretched past Rarity’s field of vision, gasped as they watched in awe. She could hear whispers, no doubt telling the ones down the line what was happening.

Rarity continued to gyrate her hips, grinding them against this stallion whose name she had only learned a few moments prior as she continued to bounce up and down. She could feel his grip tightening on her sides, his nails nearly digging into her fur with pleasure. Thankfully all she needed to do was reach down and pull at them ever so slightly for him to get the message that he was hurting her. Zim learned quickly, sliding his hands from her hips to her flank and back up again to savor the feel of the mare who would take his seed for the first time.

While this felt simply divine, she wanted more. No, she needed more! The haze around her mind wouldn’t relent, almost seeming to point to the long line and tell her that she had plenty of stallions to service. Oh, what a poor teacher she was!

“Next two, on either side if you wouldn’t mind,” gasped Rarity as she felt the cock hit a very sensitive spot within her, turning to look at the line for a moment. They wasted no time, clothing long since abandoned by all, and stood so that a hardened cock pointed at both of her cheeks.

The smell, the dripping pre-cum made them look all the more wonderful to Rarity. Eagerly she took both of them with her hands as she continued to ride the stallion below her. Her tongue slid out, tracing the outer edge of the flat head as her saliva began to drip out of her mouth. Oh, how long had it been since she had tasted, truly tasted a stallion’s cock? Not that rough treatment from before, but allowing the musky and salty taste of a stallion’s dick dance along her tongue. Using her eyes she looked up at the stallion, name unknown, and grinned like a street tramp before turning her head to do the same to the next. Her heart began to beat faster, joy exploding from her chest as she lapped at it.

A switch flipped within Rarity’s head, her hands stroking both stallions as if she was a well practiced whore from the streets of Manehatten. Her jaw opened, taking in the head all the way to the medial ring and sucking on it several times, making sure she was as loud as possible. The noises, the gagging and uncivilized noises she made, caused their cocks to twitch in her hands making her feel like she was fulfilling her purpose. Her true purpose in this life. Drool escaped from every crack that it could, running down to her chin, before it exploded out once she stopped sucking on it to move to the second. Pre-cum began leaking into her mouth more and more, the taste of it flooding her tongue which just made everything all the better.

Rarity’s motions became more and more wild as shocks of pleasure began erupting in her mind. Breathing, humping, and sucking. Those three things became the most important things to Rarity as she pleasured them. Her reward was their cum. She could already feel some of the new seed squirting into her from the stallion below who, try as he might, was fighting not to let this moment end. The same was true with the cock close to her face. Already she felt small bits of the white life fluid hitting her face and shoulder which made her feel utterly fantastic. And what she felt hitting her tongue, well, that was like hundreds of tiny orgasms.

Then, it happened. Zim held her tightly again as his load shot deep inside her, filling her much like that first stallion. Only now that warmth hit her like a thousand carriages, sending her mind in an almost a complete freefall. She could feel the jets of cum hitting against her womb, filling it with life. And thinking that this might be the moment where she would begin carrying said life only seemed to bring her to the brink again, another powerful orgasm exploding within her from that thought alone.

As her stomach began to expand from the massively large amounts of cum, Rarity bore witness to another sight that brought her a strange amount of pleasure. Her horn had begun to shrink, burying itself deeper into her skull until it was no more. Not a trace of proof that she had ever been a unicorn remained, marking her as an earth pony…for the moment. The symbol that those mares had marked her with right above her sex had begun to change. At first, one might have mistaken it for smearing or the like. Perhaps even a blur from her motions. Yet, bit by bit, Rarity realized that was not the case. From the mark of fertility, thin lines began to move downwards towards her legs. They crossed, leaving behind tiny stripes along the way which then began to grow thicker as the cum on her body began to vanish.

Another dopey smile appeared on her muzzle as she saw what else was going on. Those thin black lines were moving across towards her pussy smeared with zebra cum. The ink, oil, or whatever it was mixed with it and, rather than blending, seemed to consume it. The symbol above her sex began to pulse sending a shockwave through Rarity’s being while her pink pussy lips began to darken until they were black. Once it was done, two more stripes appeared whose position gave the appearance that they were pointing to her sex. Truly fitting really.

“Let’s…continue,” breathed Rarity as she watched her fate changing before her eyes as she lifted herself up off of Zim. Her legs felt weak, nearly stumbling to the ground, only to be saved by the next stallion. His hands wrapped around her waist for a moment as another of the stallions walked over to her to give her more ale which she greedily drank in an un-lady like manner with some of it spilling from the corners of her mouth. When the drink was taken away, the stallion holding her lowered himself down to the ground while placing the former unicorn onto his lap. There was a bit of complication there as he then tried to maneuver Rarity onto his cock, but using her hands she helped ensure that his member found its way into her newly transformed zebra hole. Rarity needed a moment to adjust for this stallion’s cock, for while not longer it was far thicker than the last, so that it stretched her far beyond anything she had ever felt before. Even more than some of the finest toys she had bought back in Canterlot! As she grew accustomed to his girth, Rarity helped the stallion by taking hold of his wrists and maneuvering them so that they were right below her breasts.

Once she felt ready, Rarity began to bounce upon the stallion’s lap with her hands behind her head. Wet smacking echoed through the air caused by their hips meeting as well as her sweaty breasts as they too bounced against her body. Well, at first anyways. This stallion was eager to play with them, his hands reaching up to take hold of them and squeeze them. Whoever this stallion was, he seemed to be more controlled than the large mass prior as he used her grunts and squeals to discern if he was hurting her or pleasing her. Very quickly, he managed to find the right amount of pressure as he kneaded her breasts as two more studs walked over to her bringing their bare cocks mere inches away from her face. Like a hungry whore, Rarity leaned forward slightly to take one of them into her mouth where she began to suck greedily upon it while a pleasurable buzz began to grow in the back of her mind. It bloomed like a flower, expanding into parts of her being she never knew she had.

More cum splashed onto her body, the familiar tingle growing all the more as Rarity continued to do everything in her power to please these zebra studs. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that the tail she had cared for, after so many years, was losing its fur. Its base became thicker, with a small tuft of black fur at the bottom. More cum was given, filling her mouth as she drank greedily, which spurred on the change. The lines created from the symbol were now moving upwards along her sides. Like with her legs, they began to mark her starting on one side before going all the way to her back (at least that’s what she assumed) before beginning to thicken. Twin lines went to her breasts and, oddly enough, began to make marks there as well. Smaller zebra stripes began to appear on her mounds before the lines made their way to her nipples. Pleasure hammered Rarity’s body as she watched the sight of her pink, hard nubs transform into blackened versions.

More stallions were moving around Rarity, grins on their faces as they stroked their cocks and pointed them at her. In blissful glee all she could do was smile at them, a soft voice coming through the haze to tell her that she was nearly turned. That they were going to finish it right here and now. Such kind stallions. It only took a few more moments before the scent of their seed became inescapable as it was shot onto her body from nearly all directions. She could feel it in her mane, on her face, on her breasts, and…then there was the tingle again that made her eyes widen and nearly scream with pleasure as millions of tiny orgasms shot through her mind! Her face showed she was drunk on sex, fitting for one whose role in life was now to give birth to zebra after zebra and nothing more! Rarity’s heart fluttered as she watched a few more stripes appearing on her face, the area around her lips turning black, and her mane turning pure white save for a few random stripes. And as the stallion she had been bouncing upon shot his load inside her, Rarity came hard as she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was changed forever.

Somehow, after her womb had been filled once more, Rarity climbed off of him to get on her hands and knees. Turning to look at the crowd, she wiggled her now zebra flank at them to entice them further. It was then that she noticed her cutie mark had changed as well, the outline of the three diamonds in black with the symbol of fertility that the zebra mares had drawn on her inside. What it meant would have to be left for later as a stallion got behind her and inserted his length into her while another took a hold of her head. As the cock pressed against her lips, all Rarity could think was that this was her life now.

And, as she opened her mouth, she knew she would never be happier.

The light of dawn shone on the newly transformed zebra mare that was Rarity as she stumbled down the streets back to the Mare’s Quarters. Cum leaked out of every hole, every crevice of her body. It dripped off her mane, tail, and even her breasts. Even her ass had large globs of cum that would mark the trail that she took. Her knees were dirtier than they had ever been in her life save that one time with her sister at the Social. The mare’s belly was also greatly bloated, jiggling with each step she took as her overstuffed stomach and womb churned with cum. But rather than being freaked out, all Rarity could do was smile as she made her way back to her new home.

Ready for day two of her new life.