Author's Note
This is my first time writing zebradom, striping, and anthro smut. So please let me know how I did, and thank you for reading!
From Dreams to Reality
“Now you two, I’m closing my boutique several hours early, so I hope you both are worth the trouble,” Rarity said as she had her back turned to her two guests, locking the door. While they looked almost identical in their dark gray stripes, there was one that was two inches taller named Mwenye. The shorter one, Mandla, didn’t even attempt to hide his stare at her rear end as she wore her yellow shirt and pink skirt.
“Don’t worry, Miss Rarity,” Mwenye grinned as he stood up in all seven feet of zebra strength to present to her. “We’ve been pleasing many pony mares across Equestria on our trip, and none of them have yet to even whisper a complaint.”
“Is that so?” Rarity turned around to approach Mwenye, letting her fingers roam the taller zebra’s chest as she took in all of his stripes. “Did you have the…”
“The?” Mwenye snickered, pressing his muzzle against her own and leaving her as red as a tomato.
“P-Paint?” Rarity gulped.
“Right here,” Mandla got up and picked up a paint bucket and paintbrush in the corner of the boutique that he brought to the two. “And don’t worry, Miss Rarity. Like we said before, this stays between us. No bragging about bagging the Element of Generosity.”
“As much as we may want to,” Mwenye sighed. “You’re a fine lady, Rarity, these pony stallions are fools not to indulge in your beauty.”
“Thank you,” Rarity couldn’t help but smile. “Shall we begin?”
“Of course,” Mwenye began to unzip his pants, letting them fall to the floor as only his boxers were the wall between Rarity and his massive erection. Rarity placed the ends of her fingers inside Mwenye’s boxers and looked up at him. Mwenye nodded and Rarity began to lower his undergarments until his nine-inch black cock sprang free from the clothing. Rarity looked down and gasped, feeling her mouth start to salivate right away as she heard a deep chuckle.
“The usual reaction,” Mwenye noted. “Mandla, if you’d be so kind.”
“Oh, yes!” Mandla lifted the lid off the paint bucket and dipped the brush inside, getting a generous amount of black paint on the brush as he approached Rarity. As Rarity began to take off her clothes, Mandla spoke to her. “For this night only, do you agree to being the inferior creature, only useful to service our carnal pleasures?”
“Y-Yes,” Rarity whispered.
“Hmm,” Mandla frowned. “A whisper won’t suffice, Miss Rarity. Are you willing to admit that you’re inferior to zebrakind, only useful tonight for satisfying our lust?”
“YES!” Rarity shrieked, feeling her panties getting drenched seconds before she pulled them off with the rest of her clothes. “Please you two, make me your pony slave!”
“Well, if you so insist,” Mandla shrugged with a wide grin, reaching out and swiping Rarity’s face with the brush. Mwenye smirked as Rarity lowered herself, bringing her muzzle face to face with the behemoth that was zebra cock. Rarity felt the stallion gently grab the back of her head, bringing her closer to her treasure. Opening her mouth and letting her tongue graze the taste of heaven itself, Rarity closed her eyes as she inhaled several inches of his cock. The fact that it was ages since she’d last blown a stallion only drove to further take in his cock in her mouth. As Mandla started striping her shoulders down to her back, Rarity pulled back and moved forward in a faster motion, bouncing her mouth up and down on the big cock before her with Mwenye’s hand keeping her steady.
“My goodness~” Mwenye chuckled, starting to slowly thrust to meet Rarity’s movements. “You’ve taken to this a lot faster than most of the mares…you poor thing, how starved you must’ve been for cock this whole time. That’s the problem with pony stallions. They don’t know a beautiful mare when they see one, let alone give her what she so badly wants. Don’t worry, Miss Rarity, you’re in safe hands now.”
Rarity barely heard what Mwenye said, moaning throughout the blowjob as if his cock was the last cock she’d ever have. Both zebra stallions chuckled as Mandla began striping her arms and her chest as best as possible while she moved so frantically back and forth. As Mwenye grabbed Rarity’s head more firmly, stopping her movements, he thrusted his cock into her mouth with more powerful movements while Mandla began striping her legs down to her feet. By this point, Rarity’s eyes rolled to the back of her head while her sounds grew less restrained, feeling her pussy clenching away at nothing as she let the stallion fuck her mouth.
“Annnnd done!” Mandla grinned as he finished painting on Rarity’s hindquarters. “I’d say I did pretty damn well, considering how Miss Rarity over here was going down on you like a young mare on prom night.”
Mwenye grunted, letting go of Rarity’s head and pulling his cock out of her mouth, allowing the unicorn to slowly stand up and walk towards a mirror as she wiped the drooling saliva off her muzzle. Her eyes widened as she no longer saw the mare that saved Equestria many times over with her dearest friends, nor the fashionista that promoted her clothes far and wide. Instead, she saw a pony that received the honor of being striped as a symbol of her place beneath the two stallions, only existing to serve them in whatever way they saw fit. The stripes were all over her face and body, with sun patterns on her boobs and ass cheeks that looked very familiar to Zecora’s cutie mark. Feeling her heart swelling up and her eyes tearing up at what was yet to come, Rarity grinned as she knew that her greatest dream was about to come to fruition. What these two stallions were here for.
Rarity slowly turned around as the two stallions approached her.
“You’ve never looked more beautiful,” Mandla commented, placing his hands over her hips as he leaned in and slowly licked her neck all the way up to her ear, gently nibbling on it as she gasped.
“Agreed,” Mwenye added, approaching Rarity from the other side as he pressed his slicked up cock against her leg. “And if you’d be willing to allow us, we’d like to show you how we appreciate ponies that worship our kind.”
“Nothing would make me happier,” Rarity agreed, walking over to a nearby couch and sitting on it as she lifted her legs spread eagle. “Do as you wish, my masters~”
Mwenye grinned as he walked towards her with speed, reaching her in a matter of seconds as he pinned her wrists with his steel grip, pressing the tip of his cock against her pussy. Receiving the final frantic nod from Rarity, Mwenye began to push the first few inches of his cock into her drenched snatch, causing Rarity to howl with delight. Mandla rushed over to the side of the couch, watching the scene unfold as he unbuckled his own pants, taking off both his pants and boxers as he began to jerk off all seven inches of his cock. More often than not, the mares would beg for the bigger of the two zebras, but Mandla wasn’t deterred by this fact in the slightest. He smiled as he relished the scene before him, getting to draw out the event longer before Rarity would eventually see him. Mwenye let go out Rarity’s wrists, placing his hands against the couch as he hilted inside her with a loud grunt, slowly pulling out and then thrusting back in with the strength of a speeding train. Rarity’s howls turned into incoherent babbles as her eyes proceeded to roll to the back of her head once more, and Mandla smirked as he stepped closer and rested his head on Mwenye’s arm, proceeding to latch onto Rarity’s nipple and suck on it. Rarity gasped and started bucking against Mwenye’s thrusts.
Despite Rarity’s only carnal desire being to serve them, Mwenye knew that his dear friend couldn’t help but please the mares for his own enjoyment. Whichever mare or stallion caught Mandla’s eye would be lucky till the end of their days. Mwenye noticed as Rarity glanced down at Mandla, her wide-eyed expression turning into a smirk as she spoke up.
“M-Mandla, was it?” Rarity asked as she kept her voice steady in the middle of a good plowing. “If I’m only useful for your pleasure, why bother with pleasing me as you are now?”
“Oh, s-sorry Miss Rarity,” Mwenye pulled away. “If you want, I can-”
“If I may request, you bring that cock of y-yours closer, darling,” Rarity huffed as she felt herself reaching her limit. “I haven’t quite indulged my desire for cock fully, if you understand.”
“Of course!” Mandla stood up, bringing his cock towards her muzzle. “Just let me know when you’re ready to-oh fuck.”
Mandla groaned as Rarity took half of his cock in her mouth, bobbing her muzzle on it as she moaned even louder than before, her pussy clenching around Mwenye’s cock as she came, experiencing big zebra cock in both her pussy and mouth. Mwenye grunted at the pressure as he found himself cumming shortly after, shot after shot of his fertile semen entering deep inside Rarity’s pussy. He didn’t pull out until his balls were emptied out in Rarity’s snatch, Rarity hardly noticing as she was sucking Mandla off with the same speed as she did with Mwenye’s cock. After a few more seconds of sucking the shorter stallion off, Rarity pulled away and looked into Mandla’s blue eyes.
“Please finish inside of me,” Rarity whispered. “My sweet and superior zebra lover~”
“As you wish, Miss Rarity,” Mandla moved away from the side of the couch and approached Rarity, his cock slipping inside Rarity’s wet pussy with ease. Rarity wrapped her arms around Mandla as she cried out. Mwenye saw the tears welling up in her eyes as she smiled at Mandla, and the stallion turned around and left out the back door of the boutique as the two were completely oblivious to his exit.
Thank the Zebra Gods for today, for perhaps Mandla has finally met his match, and another mare is bred with the foals of our kind. May you bless them both.
Several months later
Rarity placed her hands over her swelling stomach, the stripes from her body long gone, although she had many dreams of wearing them around Ponyville while she held hands with her zebra coltfriend. As she sat on the same couch where her biggest dream came true, she heard knocking on the door. Standing up and rushing to the door, she opened it and gasped as Mandla was there, giving her a bouquet of roses as he embraced her.
“Hello, Miss Rarity,” Mandla nuzzled her mane. “I trust you and the foal are both doing well?”
“We’re doing amazing,” Rarity grinned. “Come on in.”
Over the past three months that Rarity and Mandla dated, Rarity had noticed the less “zebra-like” desires that Mandla wanted and she indulged in them. He was different, happy to pleasure her and let her dominate him in whatever way she saw fit. And while he wasn’t like any zebra she’d met before, there was something just extraordinary in that fact. Her heart glowing and her smile wide, she pulled Mandla inside and closed the door.
For the past few years leading up to that threesome, Rarity had felt her heart breaking as she saw her best friends getting married and having foals of their own. Having reached her thirties, all Rarity dreamed about above anything else was having a foal. As she stared into the depth and softness of Mandla’s eyes, she pulled him in closer and pressed her lips against his, savoring the soft texture and smell of cinnamon perfume that he wore.
In that moment, Rarity knew that her small dream had blossomed into something bigger than she could’ve ever hoped for.
