Chapters The huge door magically opened without a creak or visible hinge, and all of a sudden General Zozan of Zebrica beheld the tall and imposing sight of Princess Twilight Sparkle of Equestria. Her long mane flowed by magic, her golden crown and peytral gleaming in the evening candlelight. Ever since their first meeting around the negotiation table, Zozan had seen that the alicorn’s beauty outstripped all but Queen Zerinyu herself. The shape of her muzzle, the playful intelligence of her dark eyes, not to mention the curve of her hips and the swell of the plot she carried behind her! Yet the proud Zebrican felt a slight sense of despair as he reluctantly bowed before the mare his nation now called ally and friend.
Princess Twilight dipped her head in the merest suggestion of a returned bow. “General Zozan, let me formally welcome you to the private wing of Canterlot Castle.” Her voice was torturously lovely, like some long forgotten music.
“I come at the order of my Queen,” Zozan stated stiffly, returning to his hooves. “It is only to please her that here I am seen.” Though hardly old, Zozan was every bit a soldier, his body toughened and his feelings hardened by years of battle. Countless medals for bravery and honour covered his simple tunic, and a painful scar across the left side of his once handsome muzzle proved his willingness to pay any price for his country. Why, he would even endure a tedious evening of conversation with this perfumed princess of a pony... albeit only upon Zerinyu’s direct and unalterable command!
“Then I thank Queen Zerinyu for sparing you for the evening.” Twilight chuckled. She gestured the zebra into a private chamber, concealed from the outdoors by curtains of merest gauze that let fresh air drift inwards. In a glance Zozan searched every nook and cranny for traps and hidden assassins, whether aimed at him or at the alicorn. He found nothing but gentle candlelight and feminine scents, yet still found himself suspicious and unable to relax.
“A civilized stallion like yourself must grow weary of the road,” Twilight soothed. “How you must long for the simple pleasures of home. Please, sit and rest. I’ve had my kitchens prepare a traditional Zebrican tea.” Princess Twilight hovered in a wooden tea tray, then lifted a glass teapot full of a dark green liquid.
“It is beneath your royal state to lift my cup or fill my plate!” Zozan protested.
“Please, General,” the alicorn smiled as she poured a crystal teacup full of the steaming brew. “I was not born to my position, any more than you were. Allow me to serve you. It’s so rare that I’m allowed to do anything myself these days.”
Zozan sniffed the fragrant liquid as the cup was set before him on a low table that glowed with magic runes, yet as he recognized the scent, the wonderment in his eyes swiftly became a vivid anger.
“Ashamba tea, the stallion’s brew?” he snarled. “Princess, you know not what what you do!”
Such an insult to zebra-kind was not to be borne! Yet Zozan bit his lip and stayed his hoof, refraining from dashing the crystal onto the polished floor. There was one possible explanation for such an offering... only one! For the sake of his Queen and her precious alliance, he had to be certain before letting loose his righteous anger!
The Princess merely smiled gently and gestured with a hoof for the battle scarred zebra to rest his weary plot upon a soft and cushy pillow. Thinking again of Zerinyu’s stern command, he reluctantly obeyed, sinking tush deep into silk and cushy finery. To his amazement, the softness felt... good! It was a feeling he’d missed for so long, without even realizing. Gentleness, softness, a mare’s tender voice and sweet attention... all of the things he’d denied himself for years in the name of service to his country. This foreign mare offered all of them to him now... but at what price?
A cast of mischief came over the Princess’ eyes. “The first zebra I ever met was an alchemist of incredible power,” she grinned. “Even now, her potions are in great demand in my home town. I am quite aware of the properties of ashamba leaf, not to mention the okya root, which you will also find in your delightful tea. Drink up, General.”
With dawning acceptance Zozan reluctantly lifted the crystal cup to his lips. A single sip and he felt the power of countless stallions flowing into his blood. So this was the game, he thought, the once mighty soldier reduced to a pawn on the board of politics. Uncertain of her position, Queen Zerinyu had sent Zozan to seduce her Equestrian rival... and Princess Twilight seemed quite eager to be seduced!
Doubtless the two rulers aimed to test the strength of their alliance by having the alicorn princess wrestle most carnally with Zebrica’s greatest champion, all night long. Albeit since the bitter taste of the sacred fertility herb was absent from this... quite delicious... tea, it seemed Twilight did not seek to bear Zozan’s foal. The new treaty with Equestria would be marked by groans of passion, but not by a birth and much less a marriage.
Zozan swallowed a mouthful of tea, letting it warm his tired belly and bring strength to his weary muscles. “I warn you, Princess, you may do with me whatever pleases you. Yet Zebrica is proud and strong, and will resist your siren’s song. Though others you have brought to heel, the zebra knee will never kneel!”
“General, please.” Princess Twilight frowned, albeit only for a moment. “Ask Griffonstone and Yakyakistan whether they are Equestria’s vassals,” she suggested. “Ask Dragonlord Ember if she kneels to me, and do your best to survive her rage. We are all proud nations, independent, yet brought together by the bonds of friendship. A bond that will grow even stronger with Zebrica guarding our western frontiers, even as we protect your borders to the east and north.”
“A soldier swears to serve his Queen,” Zozan’s voice croaked. “Her heart is pure, her wits are keen. Since this alliance is her choice, I’ve stilled my loud and warlike voice. Yet she would have our soldiers die for griffons! I cannot see why!” A tear rolled down his sturdy cheek.
“For peace, General, for an alliance so strong that no evil will dare test it.” Twilight stepped forward and put her hoof upon the zebra’s tense wither. He had been in the field for far too long, so rarely feeling the touch of a mare. Now he quivered despite himself. Could he trust this soft and... wonderfully rounded.. princess, and her promises of peace? Twilight sensed his dismay and spoke again:
“Queen Zerinyu sees things my way, yet she knows her advisor stays wary of Equestria’s intentions. When I asked her for a way to gain your trust, she suggested that I do what I am doing tonight. She smiled and said I should invite you to my private chambers, offer you a pot of ashamba tea and an ancient Zebrican dish known as... oyakodon. ”
Zozan gasped with horror. Oyakodon! A barbaric ritual, banished since the days of the tribal wars! In that blood soaked era, a victorious zebra chief would sexually claim both the wife and mother-in-law of his defeated rival. Whether he pleaded for mercy or silently endured, the cuckold unfortunate enough to suffer oyakodon was considered all but publicly emasculated.
Such days were long gone, and Zerinyu would have executed anyzebra who dared to revive such a tradition in this modern age... yet she herself had suggested that the Princess of Friendship lower herself in this way? What trickery, what depraved diplomacy was this?
Princess Twilight saw his reaction and chuckled softly. “I will do anything for peace, General,” she assured with another stroke of her hoof against his cheek. “And it won’t be so bad, will it? You might even have a good time with me and Twilight Velvet.”
The tea in his blood surged, and Zozan felt its herbal magic entering his balls, and beginning to push his cock out of his sheath. “B-but... your mother? ” he protested. “As my lover?”
Twilight sighed. “You haven’t met my mother. Believe me, she jumped at the opportunity.” Her horn glowed, and Zozan heard a door softly opening and the clop of a pony’s hooves. “Come on in, Mom,” the princess called.
A mature and breathtaking unicorn mare trotted into the room, her grey fur freshly shampooed and shining, draped from head to hoof in strings of silver fitted with glittering jewels, like a parody of fine Zebrican evening wear. Glimmers of candlelight reflected off her body, danced through the gemstones and dazzled Zozan’s instantly lovestruck eyes.
Twilight Velvet’s white and purple mane was styled in a plain and motherly bob, yet her plump lips were coated in bright red lipstick. Her teats were full and round, each nipple pierced with a golden barbell. And dat almighty flank! Zozan involuntarily bit his lip at the sight. The loincloth that would have dangled far down the hind legs of a zebra mare was erotically undersized on this gifted unicorn’s bounteous plot, barely reaching her cutie marks due to the overwhelming width of her hips.
“Oh my GOSH, Mom!” Twilight cried out, seemingly just as surprised as Zozan. “What in the name of Celestia’s bikini are you wearing? ”
Twilight Velvet giggled coyly. “Oh, it’s the latest in Canterlot couture, ever since you signed the treaty! The mare in the boutique said it made me look chic!” The MILF of a unicorn put a hoof to her lips with thought. “Or did she say ‘cheap?’ Anyways, I simply love Zebrican fashion — it’s all the fun of wearing clothes, but I’ve still got everything out for easy access!”
Twilight groaned. “I suppose I can’t complain, seeing what I called you here for. Mom, I’d like you to meet General Zozan, a respected Zebrican leader and a very tough negotiating partner.”
The middle aged mare joyously cantered about the chamber like an unruly filly. “Ooh, Twily, you really got him to show up!” she cried out, stealing glances at Zozan’s form with every wobble and bounce. “How exciting! When does he ‘stripe’ us?”
“Mom!” The Princess put a hoof to her forehead with frustration. “Striping isn’t a thing, they only do it in porn... how do you even know about striping? ”
Twilight Velvet didn’t even seem to hear the question, entranced as she was by the muscular General. “Mr. Zozan, thank you so much for coming!” she squealed, sniffing hungrily at the musky pit beneath his wither. “I’ve always wanted to meet my very own zebra!”
“You’ve met Zecora!” the princess protested.
“Oh, you know what I mean, dear,” Twilight Velvet scoffed as she walked around Zozan’s body, eyeing him as if he were a freshly decorated cupcake. “Goodness, he’s so big and strong! ”
Twilight held up a nerdish hoof. “Actually, that’s a common myth, the average zebra is slightly smaller than a pony.”
“But this stud you’ve found is anything but average, wouldn’t you say, dear?” Twilight Velvet looked deep into Zozan’s eyes with a hunger that near overpowered him. “Are you single, Mr. Zozan? My daughter is single, and she’s a princess! Quite a catch, for the right stallion!”
Zozan glanced at Princess Twilight, who was grimacing and shaking her head vigorously at him. He caught his breath and managed to collect his cool in this bizarre situation. The general took Twilight Velvet’s hoof into his own and kissed it lightly.
“I’d thought that Canterlot was dull, and rather boring on the whole,” he confessed. “A grizzled soldier such as me was not made for diplomacy. But then I glance upon your face, and... Canterlot’s a lovely place.”
“Oh, my!” Twilight Velvet blushed deeply at the compliment, not to mention the long awaited touch of the male she seemed to fetishize. “There’s that silver zebra tongue! Why, if I wasn’t married... oh, what am I saying? Being married never stopped me before!” The mature mare threw her hooves around Zozan’s neck and kissed him, pressing her tongue into his surprised mouth.
“OK, Mom, just go right at it... that’s why you’re here, after all.” Twilight Sparkle sighed again as she apologized for her mother. “She’s always been... adventurous, General.”
Adventurous indeed — such adventure as also flowed in Zozan’s blood! Enthusiastically, the zebra returned Twilight Velvet’s steamy kiss, letting her reddened lips slip and smear against his own. This was his first encounter with a mare in many moons, and his first taste of a pony’s mouth felt fresh and positively delightful. The thought of Velvet’s unsuspecting husband made this stolen kiss an even more precious treasure! He practically cackled to think of that trusting stallion, wondering even now where his beautiful wife had vanished to. Zozan’s first taste of oyakodon had him feeling like a powerful and triumphant warrior of old!
Panting for breath, Twilight Velvet pulled away at last, sucking on Zozan’s tongue, almost fellating it as it left her mouth. “Oh, dear, Twily, Zozan is every bit as powerful as you feared...” she moaned. “He’s conquered your own mother with just one kiss. How shameful! I’ve made Equestria look weak, and spoiled all of your negotiations!”
“To fall to kisses is no shame, when playing lust’s delightful game.” Zozan countered, his heart pounding, his poetic spirit rising even as his cockhead began to poke from its sheath. “In truth I never had a chance — you conquered me with but a glance!”
Mrs. Velvet tittered like a schoolfilly. “Flattery will get you everywhere, General! Now that we’re allies, I say it’s time for you to enjoy the bounty Equestria has to offer!” The mature mare turned about, presenting Zozan with what was BY FAR the LARGEST plot he’d ever seen! That faux Zebrican loincloth she wore was truly laughable, hardly to be considered clothing at all. It more resembled a tiny, flimsy tablecloth set atop a broad banquet table — a table Zozan wanted to “dine” at as soon as zebraly possible!
“Feast your eyes, good sir!” Velvet giggled. “I’ve been on a crash diet to get in shape, ever since Twily told me we’d be entertaining a real live zebra! What do you think? It’s a real ‘dumptruck,’ eh? Would you say that I’m a ‘MILF?’”
“You are so cringe, Mom!”
Zozan didn’t know what diet Mrs. Velvet was using to “get in shape,” but judging from the size of her flanks, it seemed like a regimen designed to shift every calorie consumed directly to the plot cheeks! Her tail seemed to disappear into her ass crack altogether, and the slightest motion of her legs made those rounded kegs of stallion-smothering heaven jiggle and bounce like no other.
Equestria was truly a decadent place, Zozan mused, even as the obscene sight guided his cock on its long journey out of his sheath. Queen Zerinyu’s beloved mother Zooy would never allow her plot to ascend to such mountainous magnitude, much less strut it as shamelessly as a campfollowing strumpet!
“Pony got your tongue, eh, Mr. Zozan?” Twilight Velvet smirked. “Well, I may be an old mare, but I’ve seen enough porn to know what you young studs really want to see...”
With a glimmer of unicorn magic and a jingle of jewelled chains, Twilight Velvet tugged one vast grey cheek to the side, exposing a crack as deep and as humid as the river-carved canyons of Zebrica’s jungles. As Velvet’s tail slowly raised high, the mature mare’s pink pony clit glistened like a priceless, fleshy pearl, winking and throbbing with excitement as the gap between the unicorn’s cheeks slowly widened and her sloppy, motherly gash became visible.
General Zozan felt himself enthralled by the musk emanating from Twilight Velvet’s sweaty hindquarters, not to mention the shifting of her flesh, and the peeling open of her vulva as she spread herself for him. He had always turned a blind eye to what happened in the barracks when spring arrived and his camp turned fragrant with the stink of would-be zebra mothers. Now his nose was assaulted by the dripping, exotic stench of needy pony mare. Twilight Velvet was as fragrant as a legion of Privates in full heat, and Zozan the only stallion in breeding distance!
Further and further that globe of rump was pulled from its natural resting place. Just as Zozan caught a glimpse of the prominent, donut like pucker atop Twilight Velvet’s leaking marehood, her butt cheek slipped free of her magical aura and dropped back into place, smacking into the other half of that huge rump with a loud CLAP!
Zozan jumped, startled by the sudden sound. His dick pulsed and let loose a thick stream of pent up precum as it hardened to ever greater thickness. He clasped his front legs together and tried to conceal his growing erection from the two beautiful mares, but that sneaky stallionhood just didn’t want to stay hidden! It pressed upon the back of his legs, silently begging for the kiss Mrs. Velvet had just given his still tingling lips!
“What do you think, General?” asked Twilight Velvet playfully, captivating the zebra with the slightest wiggle of her oversized bum. “Does this little pony stack up to those zebra hussies who are constantly trying to get you in bed?” Zozan couldn’t find the proper rhyme to answer this loaded question — the juicy, wobbling plot of this mega MILF had him stammering and blushing like a colt who’d caught his first glimpse of a classmate’s bare teat!
“Seems like you’ve got him stunned,” Twilight Sparkle observed. “Good job, mom, I told you you still got it.” The princess favoured Zozan with an evil smirk. “You know, I bet if you asked him nicely, you could get him to rip off all those gaudy medals he’s wearing, and hoof them over to you, one at a time...”
“N-no... please... about such things, do not tease!” Zozan begged. The General’s medals were his pride and joy, yet in his current state he considered them meaningless trinkets compared to Twilight Velvet’s plush and jiggly buns! Save only the very safety of his nation, he knew he would give up anything to witness one more bounce, take one more sniff!
“Awww, Twily, there’s no need to be mean!” Twilight Velvet chided her daughter, even as she shook her ass with ever greater enthusiasm. “Ponies and zebras are friends now! We’re all here to have fun! Come on, let’s show this stud what oyakodon really means!”
Twilight Sparkle nodded, the cruelty fading from her muzzle like a passing whim. “Alright, mom, just like we practised.” She turned around slowly, and General Zozan was blind-sided as he was suddenly faced with TWO large and worship-worthy plots!
Twilight Sparkle’s ass demonstrated to all what her mother’s massive seatwarmer would look like if those vast hipped genetics were given regular exercise and strength training, rather than an indulgent and cupcake filled lifestyle. Though no honest creature would describe the royal rump as anything but huge, Twilight Sparkle’s butt had firmness and a heft that was almost zebra like, a gravitas and dignity that Twilight Velvet’s well cushioned cheeks couldn’t match. To be sat upon by such a weighty bum would be a cultural experience indeed!
Twilight Sparkle smiled and began to thrust her ass backwards, letting her purple ass cheeks clap together in a precise and regular rhythm. The Princess lifted her tail and waved it about as if losing herself on the dance floor, raining down a waterfall of alicorn ass before Zozan’s drool soaked muzzle.
Clap clap clap clap!
“Go, Twily, go!” Twilight Velvet cheered her daughter, thrust her hips even higher, and shook her butt with amazing, unseen power, sending her two huge slices of wobbling cake slamming together with an unpredictable, random and chaotic rhythm.
Whup slap whap smack clap splat slap!
With Twilight Sparkle’s assclaps laying down a steady, rhythmic beat, the loud and wild smacking of her mother’s sweaty cheeks called Zozan back to the comforting sounds of the drums that carried vital news across Zebrica at the speed of sound. Thanks to the new alliance with Equestria, the ever resourceful General realized that he could now coordinate actions in the field simply by assigning a big bootied, twerk happy pony MILF to each of his zebra squadrons! Such a sight would be most beneficial for his troops’ morale, as well.
Little did Zozan know that this was merely the first way in which his mind was to be broadened this night...
2. Like mother, *really* like daughter
2. Like mother, *really* like daughter
With a mighty SLAP, Twilight Velvet’s right cheek abruptly collided against Twilight Sparkle’s left, bringing Zozan’s attention back to the erotic sight before him. For a moment, neither toned young clapper nor pudgy MILF booty would budge. Flesh pressed against flesh, skin against skin, as two cutie marks teased a most forbidden kiss.
As the two beautiful ass cheeks pushed into each other, Zozan’s keen strategic mind could only see them as a border zone under a growing tension. Twilight Velvet’s huge rump was like Equestria itself: oversized, soft and decadent, yet undeniably alluring. Twilight Sparkle’s plot was much like Zebrica: taut, firm, and ever ready for action... though perhaps a little uptight in this quickly changing world. Could it really be that the two nations could learn from each other? Was the magic of friendship truly this powerful?
Though it felt like an eternity to Zozan’s wondering eyes, the contact of cheek to cheek only lasted a moment. The two heavy butts of unicorn mare and alicorn daughter bounced off of each other, and Twilight adjusted her hips with a sniff to hold her shuddering, shaking rumpcakes a safe distance from her mother’s. As if in response, Twilight Velvet giggled and thrust her hips back harder, wobbling her ass all around the room and doubling the pace of her already obscene butt dance!
Whuppity slappity clappity smack-smack thappity clappity!
Twilight Velvet tossed her beautiful, silky mane and whinnied joyously as her ass cheeks bounced ever more uncontrollably. “Wheee! Twily, this is so much fun! Thanks for bringing me in to your diplomacy!”
Twilight Sparkle glared at her mother as she sped the motions of her swivelling hips, clapping her cheeks together faster and faster. “Stop embarrassing me, mom! I just negotiated a treaty with this guy!” As hard as she tried, the Princess simply didn’t have the mountain of ass or the depth of experience to match her mother’s frantic pace. Yet hints of glimmering, glistening wetness could be glimpsed between her thighs like clockwork, whenever those cheeks clapped and bounced off of each other to reveal the coveted marehood within.
How unfair that these ponies were so heated and exotic! To sport an erection for these slatternly royals made Zozan feel like a traitor to his Queen! Yet the stiffest hardon of his career could not be denied. It now stood proudly, extending well past his front legs, drooling a veritable faucet of precum, desperate to clog any and all pony holes with thick zebra sperm. The hoof sized flare jutted out before his firm and medal covered chest, giving full voice to his pride... and his greatest shame!
For Zozan had sadly found that his stallionhood was far too large to bring true pleasure to a lover. Ordinary mares turned away with cock shock, and even the most experienced of courtesans could not accept such length and girth without a most unseemly pain that defeated the joy of making love. Thus, the gallant General had resigned to satisfying himself with half measures. With two mares positioned side by side and properly oiled, he could slide his dick between two plump sets of plot cheeks and feel something of the joy of a warm, clasping pussy. Zozan could only hope that the two Twilights would be gracious enough to offer him the same heavenly privilege.
With her well honed nose for penis, Mrs. Velvet was the first to spot the general’s rigid “salute.” Her jaw dropped, even as her hips kept working in an endless rhythm. “Oh, goodness, Twily!” She cried out. “He’s even bigger than your father!”
“Don’t make me think about Dad’s dick!”
“Just look at him, sweetie! You can’t tell me that wouldn’t feel great inside you! Anyways, you know that stallions love it when you praise them, and tell them how big and beautiful their cocks are! Come on, say something nice about your friend’s stallionhood!”
“Yeah, he’s big, OK, Mom? He’s got a big dick! Is that what you want to hear, General? How good your huge, fat cock would feel inside my l-lonely alicorn pussy? Uuugh, why is it taking him so long? Why are the hot ones always so dumb?”
A sudden hope surged in Zozan’s eager heart. Twilight Sparkle and her mother weren’t intimidated by his cock at all! Though he hated to admit it, ponies were, on the whole, a bit larger than zebras. This lead to bigger and bouncier plots, but why should it also not make pony pussies capable of accepting his oversized rod, turning his shunned mare-splitter into a beloved mare-pleaser?
Zozan now perceived the true advantages of Twilight Sparkle’s alicorn form. The Amazonian proportions that had once seemed so imposing, now drove him mad with desire — and the sleeve Twilight Sparkle kept between her royal thighs was surely custom made to fit extra large dicks! It seemed the Princess wanted this as badly as Zozan did, so he bowed gallantly and made his move.
“Princess, may this unworthy male fill the slit beneath your tail?”
Twilight Sparkle coyly bit her lip, fooling nocreature — it was obvious she was desperate for a good, hard zebra style fucking! “Well, since you asked so nicely...” she admitted, trying to talk herself into this most un-regal action. She carefully lifted her purple striped tail, revealing fully the wet, dripping, steamy, winking mess she’d worked her loins into with all that twerking! “I suppose for a handsome and brave soldier such as yourself, I could allow a brief ravaging. All in the name of peace and friendship, of course!”
“Although I hope not to be ‘brief,’” Zozan stated, leaping up onto his hind legs and placing his front hooves upon that sturdy alicorn plot. “Your beauty beggars all belief. Forgive me if I lose control the moment that I fill you full. I hope instead you’ll now discover there’s nothing like a zebra lover!”
How many stallions — not to mention mares — dreamed of being in this very position? Zozan felt the warmth and tightness of Twilight Sparkle’s cunt lips as they struggled to stretch around his oversized flare. With a deep, hard wink she welcomed him inside at last, accompanied by a squirt of fragrant alicorn juices that dripped down his shaft like a liquid badge of honour.
“Ooouuunnnfffggghhhuuuhhh...” In a week of fevered negotiations, Twilight Sparkle’s moan was the most vulnerable Zozan had heard her. She opened up to him, both emotionally and by presenting the gash between her legs, as he sank his cock deep into her body without meeting even the slightest resistance. With a few deep thrusts his hips touched that bounteous plot, and then her cheeks spread themselves wide by her talented magic, welcoming him in to the very root, his crotch nestling against her dripping lips.
“Oooh, yeah, oooh, that’s huge, unfff, I needed this, so much stress lately, Zerinyu really is the best gal pal...”
For Twilight Sparkle, the experience was bliss, and for Zozan, a positive revelation! He was balls deep, sheathed in wet and exquisite comfort, and he wasn’t even touching the young Princess’ cervix! He heard no whinnies of discomfort, felt no mood killing clenching! Pony mares were deeper than zebras — and softer — and so much warmer! Though his proud heart would always be with the jungles of Zebrica, his cock greatly preferred the rolling hills and valleys of Equestria — mostly the valleys, truth be told!
Twilight Sparkle was feeling fine as well. She moaned and panted, drawing broad circles with her broad ass as she worked her clasping cunt up and down on Zozan’s dick. Despite many years of experience Zozan had never bedded such an aggressive mare — it felt more like she was fucking him! Such dominant behaviour, even from a Princess, was not the Zebrican way!
With a firm grasp on her firm plot, Zozan held Twilight Sparkle in place and THRUST into her, putting a swift end to any thoughts of mareish assertiveness. “Eeep!” the Princess squealed as her wet, pink cunt was cleaved by proud zebra prick. “Oooh!” She melted in his hooves as his next thrust showed that the first was no mere accident of male ego, but a sincere commitment to take charge of her pleasure. “Aaah...” As the third motion of his hips moved quickly into the fourth and the fifth, Twilight Sparkle’s well stuffed cunt began to quiver and drip with the rushing sensations of an oncoming orgasm.
“Ooh, Twily, he’s so virile! Just look at him take command!”
Zozan neighed proudly, his mane and tail swaying with each powerful thrust. “In Zebrica, we all believe that stallions give, and mares receive! ”
“Is that so?” Twilight Velvet lightly nibbled one hoof with anticipation. “This mare can’t wait to pay a visit — or maybe you can bring Zebrica to me! Oh, Twily, baby, are you about to cum already?”
“Y-yea, Mom, n-no thanks to you! Oh... unnngh... General, it feels SO GOOD!” Twilight Sparkle turned her head and puckered her lips as Zozan stretched out his neck and eagerly delivered a fierce and passionate kiss to Equestria’s ruler.
“Sounds like true love to me!” Twilight Velvet cheered. “I’ll talk to Rarity and start planning your wedding dress!”
“D-don’t you DARE, mom! This is a—ufff—one time thing! Ooh, just like that, General. Fuck me hard, make me your mare... OH, CELESTIA, I’M CUMMING!”
Zozan lowered his head to nip at Twilight Sparkle’s neck, gently and even lovingly, as her cunt throbbed and sprayed. As her legs stopped their helpless quivering, and she began to hump her hindquarters back against Zozan’s cock, he took control again, resuming the hard and deep thrusts that had already pleasured the alicorn mare once before.
Yet something had changed in the last few moments — in a flash, Zozan felt a strange sensation attack him from behind. It felt like his balls were being painted by a brush dipped in burning oil! He looked back with utmost shock to see Twilight Velvet standing directly behind his plot, appreciating his bouncing ass cheeks with lustful eyes and sliding her wet, hot tongue up his nut sack, encouraging him to keep up the royal fucking he was delivering her daughter!
Never before had the canny General been in such a weak strategic position! A mere pony had found access to his most sensitive and vulnerable parts... yet she was delivering nothing but the most intense, mind numbing pleasure!
“Oooh, these big, fat, yummy stud-balls...” Mrs. Velvet moaned. She took one boiling nut into her muzzle, then attacked the other as Zozan’s thrust yanked the first out of her maw with a loud POP. Her mouth tugged at his furry jewels so fiercely, it felt like she was trying to suck the stripes right off of his body! “These beautiful nuts are going to give me lots of grandfoals, aren’t they, Mr. Zozan?”
“Shut up, Mom! Oh, fuck, I’m CUMMING AGAIN! Don’t listen to her, General, just FUCK ME!”
With a quivering lip and panting breath, Zozan decided it was best not to verbally respond to Twilight Velvet’s teasing talk — especially if he wanted to continue the fiction that he was still in charge of this encounter! Even alone with the alicorn he would surely struggle to remain the dominant partner. Tonight, she’d sent her mother on a secret mission to outflank him, and left him vastly outnumbered! These mares had Zebrica’s top general right where they wanted him — it was only his good fortune that they wanted him inside them!
Just as he felt the fires of liquid passion begin to build in his loins, Zozan found Twilight Sparkle wriggling off of his long, still stiff cock, leaving it exposed to the scented air and dripping with her juices. He groaned and twitched, yet before he could ask what had gone wrong, Twilight Velvet trotted in front of him and bent over, exposing once more those magnificent cheeks and the glistening pink treasure between them! Zozan grinned widely — this was his time to show Mrs. Velvet how a true stallion claimed his mare, and bring her to the climax her daughter had already enjoyed!
“Pleeease fuck me next, Daaaddy~” the mature mare whined like a brat of a filly. “I know I’m not a princess, but I need that BZC!”
Twilight Sparkle facehoofed. “What the fuck, mom! Nopony says ‘BZC,’ and they certainly don’t spell it out!”
“Daaaddy, please~! Don’t make me wait!” Mrs. Velvet ignored her daughter’s indignant outburst, clapping her cheeks again together and splashing light clouds of misty musk right into Zozan’s face. Oh, how insistently she demanded his attention — and would she ever receive it, in full!
Yet as Zozan lifted one hoof to resume his duties, his muscles cried out with a vivid soreness. After such vigorous exercise with the Princess, he felt as if he had led his troops on an all day march... still, he had to continue! He had one more mare to satisfy before he could honourably bow out and head to his soft and inviting pony-made bed.
Calling on all of his his inner strength, Zozan leapt up to mount Mrs. Velvet as he had her daughter, but his hooves sank into and slipped helplessly across her sweaty, cushy mounds of pudge. The flailing general was saved from falling back onto the hard wood floor only by a set of silver stirrups that dangled suggestively near Mrs. Velvet’s cutie marks. He hastened to slip his hooves into the jewelled ornaments, putting a halt to his fall and giving him a tenuous hoofhold on this mountain of grade-A MILF rump.
Whatever creative pony had designed this faux piece of “Zebrican couture” was considerate indeed! Any mare, zebra or pony, who wore such flattering finery atop such a vast plain of plot would not go long at all without a stallion feeling the need to rear up behind her and clap her mega-cheeks with a stiff and meaty tribute!
Zozan pressed his flare through the sweaty thiccness of Mrs. Velvet’s buns, seeking quivering cunt that would give him satisfaction, enjoying the royal hotdogging his cock was treated to on the way down that mighty crack, yet eager to feel the wetness and tight clasp on his member that only mare pussy could bring. Just as the zebra despaired of even locating Mrs. Velvet’s minuscule marehood within her haystack of a plot, he found his flare gripped in unicorn magic and eagerly engulfed by the entry to an already sloppy twat. Nodding his thanks, he went to work upon Twilight Sparkle’s mother with long, deep strokes, pressing ever deeper into as she focused on using her magic to hold her ass cheeks apart.
After a minute of intensely pleasurable thrusting, Zozan found that he could push no more inside this warm, tight, mare. Had he really hilted? Was such a feat even possible, to forge so far into the deep and musky canyon? He could see nothing but beautiful grey plot, surrounding him in seemingly every direction, yet it was a deep moan of praise from his lover that gave him the satisfying answer.
“Ooh, he’s deep in my cervix, Twily! Your Dad’s cock barely kisses the tip!”
Twilight Sparkle hid her eyes with her wings. “Ugh, I am going to have to drink SO MUCH CIDER to block that image out!”
Zozan huffed and puffed as he triumphantly began to thrust into Mrs. Velvet’s deepest and untouched interior, stretching her beyond what her unsuspecting husband could achieve. His ego swelled as the older mare welcomed him with a barrage of mareish squeals and giggly praise for her rightful “Daddy.” This was the true future of both nations! Pony cunt was destined to be conquered by zebra dick, and to conquer in return with its wet, yielding, eternal tightness!
It seemed impossible that Twilight Velvet had ever been fucked before, let alone birthing two now-grown foals. Her heavenly slit was as tight as a virgin’s, yet she took his every brutal, pounding inch with the screeching of an aroused banshee and the squirting enjoyment of a whorse on her day off!
With a lift of her slender leg, Twilight Sparkle climbed atop her mother and stood astride the older mare’s chubby barrel, forming a single stack of jiggling plot flesh for Zozan’s appreciation. The young mare’s well fucked ali-cunt was positioned directly at Zozan’s muzzle, and she nodded at him, silently telling the zebra what she required — neigh, demanded!
Who, exactly was “dominant” in this writhing mass of lust was not an issue Zozan could consider. He eagerly sniffed, snorted and licked at Twilight Sparkle’s presented pussy. He savoured the wet and salty tastes, not to mention her moans, as his tongue plunged deep and his nose brushed against her tight and twitching ponut. Then he moved his eager mouth downwards and took one perfect purple teat into his mouth, suckling on the pebbled nipple like the hungriest of foals, even as his thrusting hips fucked the young Princess’ mother from here to the moon!
“Ooh, such a naughty boy~” Twilight Sparkle moaned and her empty cunt seized up and leaked juices as zebra teeth tugged at her sensitive teat. “That’s it, General, suck my titty, just like a colt with his bottle. The next time you’re being a whiny baby at the negotiation table, don’t be surprised if I shove a jug in your mouth just to shut you up! ”
“Oh, Mr. Zozan, don’t pay any attention to my mean ol’ daughter,” Twilight Velvet countered kindly. “You can suck on Mummy’s teats any time... ufff, keep going, sweetheart, just like that... and if you wouldn’t mind pumping some of that hot zebra ‘potion’ into me, they’ll grow nice and plump, and fill up with milk for you!”
There was that talk of breeding again, sending fire into Zozan’s veins and supercharging his thrusting hips! He knew Mrs. Velvet couldn’t be serious: although a supremely unfaithful mare, she was married, and there was such a thing as birth control after all. Yet as her velvet hole clenched down upon his bursting meat, Zozan envisioned a swelling grey belly to match that massive plot, and a milky, MILFy pony teat pressing eagerly against his muzzle, leaking with creamy goodness and his alone to drink from!
The taboo thought brought him to a most unexpected, though hardly premature climax! General Zozan buried his muzzle in the comforting warmth of Twilight Sparkle’s royal rack and rammed his flare deep into her mother’s womb, one last time, before letting loose.
“If being ‘striped’ is truly your goal, I’ll fill you with a zebra foal!” Zozan roared and poured a sudden flood of sperm down Mrs. Velvet’s eagerly sucking pussy, fucking her through a simultaneous wet maregasm as he did.
As his balls gave up every drop of pent up seed to the sucking pony cunt that had him trapped, Zozan allowed himself an orgasmic fantasy, imagining that he had been chosen to sire a new royal dynasty. Yes, he would unite Zebrica and Equestria, just as Queen Zerinyu wished, but he would do it his way — through the power of hot, sloppy inter-species sex! To be wedded to Twilight Sparkle, to raise their half zebra foals together as Prince of Equestria, with this slutty MILF of a mother-in-law ready at hoof whenever he needed extra relief... would it really be so bad?
Yet such was merely a pleasant dream. Twilight Sparkle had her duty, and Zozan had his. Queen Zerinyu had made her point, gently yet forcefully, as always. As he clenched and pumped thick ropes of seed into the squelching mare hole beneath him, the Zebrican general realized he was utterly compromised. He could no longer speak against an alliance with Equestria — not after accepting the honour of oyakodon from the Princess herself! As Twilight Velvet moaned and panted with the last throbs of her maregasm, Zozan’s softening cock popped free of her womb and slid out the long passage of her quivering stallion-sleeve, spent and defeated.
Trying to salvage some of his vaunted dignity, Zozan bowed deeply before the satisfied alicorn and her cum dripping mother. “Though I’ve enjoyed this ribald sport, I must now leave and make report,” he wheezed.
“No, I don’t think so, General,” Twilight Sparkle whispered with a naughty smile. “Your Queen left instructions to keep you out of her mane until morning.” The alicorn gripped Zozan’s sensitive dick in her magic aura, forcefully tugging at it to keep it from descending into his sheath.
“Owww!” Zozan protested. “I’ve sprayed my spurts, and now that hurts!”
“Your ‘spurts’ are just beginning,” Twilight informed. “You’d better pray that all those legends about zebra stamina are true. We’re both on birth control, so you don’t have to worry about foals, but my mother and I expect you to leave every one of our holes bursting with your cum.”
“Birth control?” Twilight Velvet giggled and let a naughty smile appear on her muzzle. “Oops... I knew I forgot something!”
“M-Mom, are you SERIOUS?” Twilight Sparkle stuttered, practically fainting at the implication. Rather than respond, her mother gave a gasp and placed her hoof on her well padded barrel, feeling a sudden sensation deep in her womb.
“Ooh, Twily, it feels just like when your Dad made Shining! I think it’s going to be another colt!”
“MOOOM!”
Zozan grinned, his mind swimming with confusion, lust and pride. He was to be a father... more than that, he had bred the mother of a pony Princess! Zebra genes — his genes — would be part of Equestria’s royal family forevermore! Whatever some paper treaty might say about equality and friendship, in his mind, Zebrica’s greatest rival was now as good as conquered. As Twilight Sparkle fumed, and the newly pregnant Twilight Velvet rushed happily to Zozan’s crotch, teasing his re-erecting member deep into her maw, the zebra chuckled at the thought of what this beautiful mare’s pathetic husband would think when he learned the news...
Epilogue: Night Light's long night
Night Light sighed with carnal satisfaction as Queen Mother Zooy climbed onto the bed and nestled her plush royal form against his in a tender cuddle. “You fed my womb quite a filling meal!” she giggled. “Your seed has taken root, I feel...”
“Zooy, that’s wonderf—mmmph!” Zerinyu, the dignified Queen of Zebrica, tightened the grip of her hooves around Night Light’s barrel and pressed her lips against his, refusing to let her mother so easily distract the stud who’d bred two royal wombs in as many hours. Even as his cock throbbed with the last releases of his second orgasm, Night Light found himself the surprised, yet not unwilling, filling of a most exotic sandwich.
In the long unused palace suite, the thruple was surrounded by the nostalgic things Twily had left behind when she first moved to Ponyville so long ago: her telescope, her trophies and academic awards, and a veritable library of books, of course. Night Light hadn’t known his daughter also kept a rope bondage kit hidden underneath her bed, but it wasn’t exactly a shocking surprise... especially since it was the same brand of rope Twilight Velvet liked to use on him!
Zerinyu playfully strummed one of the ropes that kept Night Light tied spread-eagle to the bed, as her GILF of a mother took her turn to Prench kiss him, with the passion of a freshly inseminated mare thanking her brand new baby daddy. Rather than cast a spell to free himself from this rather basic bondage setup, Night Light slowly worked a tendril of his magic aura in and out of Zooy’s hungry, puckered plot hole. The quiet stallion had always appreciated a fine ass, and he knew that a little plot play was the perfect way to cool down a mare after a steamy cunt-workout and breeding session.
A note addressed “To the BEST DAD EVER! ” had been Night Light’s only warning of the kinky trap he’d trotted into when he’d accepted his daughter’s royal invitation to the palace. Zerinyu and Zooy had been waiting for him in the guest bedroom as he dropped off the last of Velvet’s luggage. The two zebras swiftly (if inexpertly) bound him to Twily’s old bed, then gave him a captivating show, slowly shaking those fine rumps back and forth like a hypnotist’s watch. He thought he’d never seen a plot as beautiful as Zerinyu’s well toned royal flank... until Zooy turned and revealed a perfectly aged Zebrican cake, decorated with lustful stripes and gifted with curves that outshone even Velvet’s!
With every slap of cheek against cheek they’d had him drooling, begging, his nostrils flaring at the exotic scent their endless twerking wafted his way. Just as he thought he couldn’t take any more butt-clapping teasing, the ruler of Zebrica had mounted his erection and kept him on edge for over an hour of thigh chafing, dick squeezing, womb stretching sex.
The elder stud had spent years building his stamina in pleasuring his adventurous and very demanding wife, bringing his endurance far past what most pony stallions could manage. Yet Zerinyu had driven him to nearly the point of madness with her stroking, clenching manipulations and denials. She was so much smaller and tighter than a pony, and his flare pressed forcefully into her cervix, preparing her womb for his seed. All as her mother teased his balls with lips and tongue, showing that her mouth was as talented at polishing sweaty nut sacks as at reading out royal speeches.
At the very moment Night Light thought the ecstatic torment would last forever, Queen Zerinyu shuddered with one last clenching maregasm and her mother crammed her tongue up Night Light’s ass, as far as it would go. Night Light screamed and unleashed torrents of seed into Zerinyu, a climax so fierce and voluminous that it was hard to believe Twilight Velvet had sucked a hearty “breakfast” out of her husband just this morning. The huge creampie had caused a near instantaneous impregnation of the zebra queen, creating an heir who would one day reign over Zebrica as Twilight Sparkle’s half-sibling.
Yet no sooner had Zerinyu climbed off Night Light’s throbbing prick than her mother had him buried deep in her throat, keeping him stiff with powerful suction and a firm hoof against his sensitive balls. Limp dicks were absolutely prohibited under the dominion of these two sexy zebras! As Zerinyu whispered into the unicorn’s ear, promising him the most delightful privileges as the sire of Zebrica’s future ruler, Zooy climbed atop the towering pillar of his stallionhood and drove herself deep, deep down until her sopping pussy lips soaked his crotch fur. Thanks to the skilled attentions of this more experienced mare, in his second round as zebra-dildo Night Light lasted only half an agonizing hour before he finally cried out, his balls unloading a second zebricorn foal into the womb of the still fertile GILF.
Though Night Light was excited to become a father once again, this was not what he had in mind when he’d agreed to help Twily forge an alliance with the zebras! What had happened to his idea of a friendly, relaxing inter-cultural bingo night?
At last Queen Mother Zooy freed Night Light’s lips from hers, smiling kindly at her well drained plaything. With the gentlest raise of her hoof, the mature zebra mare lifted a simple clay mug that Twily had made in summer camp, and poured more of that strange, foreign tea over Night Light’s muzzle.
“Just take one more sip of my mum’s homemade tea, and another performance we no doubt will see,” Zerinyu whispered, teasing Night Light’s sensitive ear with her sweet breath. The taste of the Zebrican tea was bitter, yet the brew filled his exhausted body with a raw sexual energy that he hadn’t felt since he was a colt, sneaking up to his bedroom with his very first dirty magazine.
“B-but you’re already pregnant!” Night Light protested, more tea spilling involuntarily down his throat as he opened his mouth. He didn’t know if he could survive another round with these powerful mares! Yet it seemed his cock felt confident in its chances, swiftly unsheathing and growing to an even larger erection than before.
Queen Zerinyu gently touched the pony’s dark blue testicles, wet with her own worshipful saliva, feeling the orbs throb with power beneath her hoof. “These balls have bred heroes, my dear Mr. Light,” she chuckled. “Your ‘Twily’ has signed them to me for the night. Just do as I tell you, my little DILF sweetie. We don’t want to tell her you’ve broken our treaty!”
“O-OK...” Night Light moaned, “I’ll do it, for peace, but be gentle? Please?”
Zerinyu’s mother frowned sternly at the presumptuous unicorn stallion, as if he were a naughty colt caught stealing from the cookie jar. “Save your pleas of mercy for the mares who’ll fuck you through the floor,” she urged firmly.
“W-what?” Night Light stammered. “More mares?”
As if in answer to his question, two more zebras trotted into Twily’s old bedroom and curtsied before their Queen, lustfully eyeing the bound stallion atop the fluid stained bed as they did. Night Light’s dick twitched as he beheld a beautiful mare who couldn’t have been much older than 18, who hid her face shyly behind a silken veil. She was accompanied by a mare Velvet’s age, whose body was covered with tattoos and bejewelled piercings, her neck kept straight and proud by a series of golden rings.
Zerinyu gracefully introduced the two new participants in Night Light’s seemingly endless evening. “The Duchess of Zalara, and her young daughter: a Zebrican diamond of the first water.”
The young mare nickered with arousal and coyly crossed her front legs. Though she had been a mere filly with sinful recency, she had a swagger and a sway in her hips which reminded Night Light of that wonderful day in high school when Twilight Velvet had claimed him as her mate. Meanwhile the Duchess spoke with confidence and presented a golden collar to Night Light in one hoof.
“This humble gift we bring our stud, in hopes his sperm will surge and flood.”
Night Light’s eyes went wide as the Duchess approached him, holding up the collar. Spelled out on the front in gleaming onyx and diamond was a single word in Zebrican... a word that Night Light recognized from a lustful night spent watching foreign porn with his kinky wife. To most ponies the graceful curves of black and white soon to adorn his neck would seem a mere abstract design, but any zebra would read that word and know in an instant that Night Light had been well and truly STRIPED.
The Duchess slipped the collar around Night Light’s muscular neck and fastened it tightly, as Zerinyu granted him another long and tongue filled kiss. Meanwhile, Queen Mother Zooy lifted the young mare’s tail in her mouth, holding it over her broad rump as the Duchess’ barely legal daughter inexpertly threw her plot back and clapped her cheeks at her stud to be.
“My virgin daughter, do not scorn, but grant to her a zebricorn,” the Duchess urged. Then she turned and presented her own hefty hindquarters to Night Light: a large and well exercised plot that cried out to be spanked and teased. “And if you wouldn’t mind, good sir, to fill me up as well as her?”
Night Light gulped even as two fat, black and white plots backed towards him, jiggling, bouncing, and eager to slip tight and squeezing cuntlips around his fiercely pulsing cock. He could only hope that whatever his wife was doing to help Twily forge this alliance was a little less exhausting...
