In for a Penny...

Swaddling Reani to his chest, Light crossed into the kitchen and to the refrigerator. “Sounds like you ladies are enjoying yourselves.”

“With a stallion like you around, how could we not?” Igna chuckled.

Smirking over at him, Asha snickered to herself. “I agree. I never thought too much about ponies, but you’re quite the catch.”

“Sisters, could you please behave yourselves?” Niah sighed, lowering and shaking her head.

“Says the mare who’s living with a unicorn she’s known for less than a year,” Asha countered.

Reclining in her chair, Igna folded her arms over her chest. “I’m not normally one to agree with Asha, but she makes a good point. If anyone here hasn’t been behaving, it’s been you, sister.”

Light rocked the filly cradled in one arm, placed his unfinished drink in the fridge, and laughed. “Well don’t have too much fun. Honey, I’m going to put Reani to bed, take a shower, and go lay down.”

“Awwwww,” Asha pouted. “You don’t want to stay up and visit with us?”

Leaning forward and propping her head on her hands, intentionally or inadvertently showing off her mountainous cleavage, Igna grinned at him. “Is it not Equestrian custom to entertain your guests?”

“As much as I’d like to, I have work tomorrow,” he murmured, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “And don’t worry, since I have the weekend off, I plan on making you three a nice dinner tomorrow night!”

Walking to the table, he gave Niah a final kiss that afternoon, waved to the duo of zebras seated to either side of his lover, and saw himself out. While it was true that he had work in the morning, that wasn’t the only reason he was beating a hasty retreat. Asha and Igna, Niah’s younger sister and older sister respectively, had only arrived earlier that day, but he hadn’t been prepared for how utterly gorgeous they were.

He’d heard about the pair from Niah on many occasions, listening to her stories about how they’d grown up with one another, and he’d been overjoyed with the chance to finally meet them. After helping clean the house that morning, he’d gone to the train station with his lover to fetch her siblings - regrettably, in spite of having heard about them, he’d had no way of knowing exactly what to expect. The walk back to their apartment hadn’t been easy, but things had only gotten more difficult from there.

Igna was the eldest of the three sisters and the largest in every conceivable way. With curves that could even put Niah’s voluptuous physique to shame, the towering mare was a few inches taller than himself! As if her bountiful chest, full hips, and stunning backside weren’t enchanting enough, her cool, flirtatious demeanor made it very hard for anyone, much less a stallion like himself, not to be instantly smitten with her.

In contrast to her siblings, Asha was short and exceptionally fit. To put it simply, the young mare was a fireball. Over the scant few hours she’d been around, Light had discovered that she spoke her mind, had a sharp tongue, and was not afraid to eye him like he was a choice cut of meat. What she lacked in size she more than made up for in attitude, making her feel bigger and more intimidating than she appeared.

Light came to a stop by Reani’s crib, set the foal atop her blanket, and smiled down at her. Regardless of having Niah’s siblings over for a few days, being able to spend time with the little filly was and would continue to be a bright point for him. Ignoring the laughter coming from the kitchen, he tucked her in.

As he smiled down on the baby zebra, his thoughts wandered to her mother. He and Niah had only been dating for three months when she’d asked him to move in with her. The proposal to start living with his marefriend had taken him completely off guard, even though they’d been staying at one another’s apartments on an increasingly frequent basis, but he hadn’t been able to bring himself to turn her down. The more he was around his lover and her daughter, the more he found himself drawn to them - almost like he belonged with them.

Crossing the hallway and into the room he shared with Niah, he pulled his shirt up and over his head. He’d been anxious when he’d initially moved in, although that feeling of nervousness had gradually faded. Both he and his marefriend held jobs and struggled to make ends meet, so splitting rent and bills had been beneficial for them both - that and it meant he got to see her every single day.

The mere thought of Niah and Reani caused his smile to broaden. Though the adorable little filly wasn’t his, he cared for her like she was; he’d routinely take her out in her stroller, read her stories, and do his best to fill her father’s shoes. He knew the day would come when she’d eventually learn that he wasn’t related to her, not biologically, but he liked to think that someday she’d call him dad.

Stepping into the bathroom and slipping out of his pants, he set the shower to warm. Being able to play with Reani never failed to brighten his mood, no matter how stressful his days were, but Niah - Niah was his true motivation. The beautiful Zebrican mare he’d bumped into one day all those months ago had brightened his life in a great many ways; she was absolutely gorgeous, kindhearted, and was better than his ex in every way. While he was reluctant to say it, not wanting to jinx himself, he felt certain that he’d found true love.

He kept his shower brief, dried off, and got back into his boxers before crawling into bed. As fun as it would have been to entertain their guests, he really did need to get some rest. Having the opening shift at the bakery he worked at meant getting up at the crack of dawn to go in and start preparing bread for the day, but he tried not to let it bother him. Aside from being able to bring freshly baked pastries home whenever he wanted, the job let him pull his share of the weight with expenses.

With his head resting on the pillow, he closed his eyes and magically turned off the light. He really was looking forward to making a nice meal for Asha, Igna, and Niah, and he had just the dish in mind. While he drifted off to sleep, the last thing he remembered was musing on how his beautiful striped visitors would react to what may be their first taste of fine Equestrian home cooking - little did know, he was the topic of a hot debate in the kitchen.

“I can not believe you two,” Niah whispered, watching as downed glasses of their wine. “One night here and you’re already planning on stealing my beloved stallion away from me.”

Asha lifted and waved a finger at her sibling. “It’s not stealing - besides, we always used to share our toys when we were younger.”

“That we did,” Igna added. “After everything you’ve told us about him, can you blame us? Handsome, generous, good with children, and with an eye for fine Zebrican mares like ourselves - honestly, you have nobody to blame but yourself.”

With a resigned sigh, Niah finished her serving of wine. “It can’t be helped, I suppose. So would you two like to - what are you doing?” Looking over and seeing Asha remove her shirt, she scrunched her snout. “Seriously? Are you seriously even considering -”

“Strike while the iron is hot,” the youngest mare whooped, reaching behind herself to unfasten her bra. “The train ride was long, my spirits are high, and I’m more than ready to give that big, scrumptious stud of yours a trial run.”

Removing her top, albeit a bit less frantically than her sibling, Igna rose to her feet. “If he’s half as capable as you’ve claimed, I’m sure he’ll be up for the task.”

Niah remained where she seated, watching her sisters nonchalantly strip down in the middle of her kitchen. Though it had been nearly a year since she’d seen the two in person, she kept in contact with them, writing to them on a weekly basis, and it may have been her fault that they were so interested in her coltfriend. He was bigger than most ponies, stronger than most ponies, and the fact that he was a unicorn, something a good number zebras found especially exotic, had instantly piqued her family’s interest.

As if being attractive hadn’t curried Light enough favor in Igna and Asha’s eyes, Niah had seen how her sisters had been ogling him. He may not have been aware of it - heck, he probably wasn’t aware of it, but her siblings had been watching his every move since they’d first arrived. She would have - should have felt bad for him, but it couldn’t be helped - after all, if he was going to be a part of her life, he needed to get used to certain traditions.

Her people were quite similar to their Equestrian kin, although there were some very keen differences as well. Unlike most ponies, native Zebricans viewed relationships as a family affair, often sharing wives or husbands with their siblings, and she was no different. Neither of her sisters had found a stallion for themselves, they were both in their prime, and each wished to learn first hand of her lover’s amorous skills - as such, he was going to be in for a rude awakening and, fortunately or unfortunately for him, a rather long night.

She pushed herself away from the table and stood, shaking her head all the while. “Just promise me that there’ll be no bickering. It’s bad enough that he has no idea what’s coming.”

“There will be no quarreling whatsoever,” Igna tutted, bending over and drawing her panties down her legs. “Asha and I settled the dispute of whom would go first with Light while on our ride to Manehattan.”

Asha kicked her thong aside, placed her hands on her hips, and nodded. “That we did!”

Judging from the younger mare’s cocky attitude and proud smile, Niah had to think that Asha had won whatever competition or argument had been made to claim Light first. In a way, she was relieved with the development. Light would undoubtedly be exhausted by the time he was finished with one of them, much less two, so it would be for the best that he dealt with the youngest and most rambunctious of the lot straight away.

With a wave of her arm, she ushered her siblings toward her bedchamber and her awaiting, slumbering mate. “I have one small favor to ask,” she began, following behind her sisters. “Once he’s awake, give him the same care and consideration that you would for a stud of your own.”

“And you, sister?” Igna inquired, peeking over her shoulder.

“I will comfort him and assure him that you two have my blessing,” Niah responded.

Light was a damn fine stallion and a faithful soul, so it wouldn’t surprise her in the slightest if he was reluctant to do anything even remotely sensual with her sisters. Her nethers grew moist and her nipples went hard, imagining how he was going to react to the carnal onslaught he was about to receive. She appreciated his fidelity more than he knew, but she’d be lying if she claimed that allowing Igna and Asha to experience what she received on a daily basis wasn’t titillating.

The trio stopped at the bedroom, exchanged glances, and nodded. Taking the lead, Niah silently opened the door and peered inside. Sure enough, softly slumbering beneath the blankets, was the unicorn who’d won her heart. He’d liked every surprise she’d ever given him, from waking him up with blowjobs to the way she’d casually tease him when they were out and about, and it was her hope that her luck held out now.

Light stirred, turning as the sound of movement shook him back to the world of the living. He’d assumed that Niah had finally decided to join him for the night, but the sudden brightness of the overhead light being turned on caused him to knit his brow. Pushing himself up and looking to the doorway, his mind groggy and unfocused, he wearily retrieved his glasses from the nightstand.

“Honey,” he grumbled, setting the spectacles on his snout, “is something…”

The words died in his throat as soon as his eyes adjusted. Standing just at the foot of the bed was the vision of three angels. Beautiful and statuesque, the trio of naked mares mutely smiled down at him. His sleep-addled mind struggled to make sense of what he was seeing, prompting him to wipe his eyes, yet the mares remained after he blinked several times.

“Darling,” Niah cooed, trotting over and easing herself down beside him, “my sisters wish for your company tonight.”

Before he could reply, the younger and older mare crawled onto the bed and flanked his legs. His eyes widened as comprehension dawned on him. He looked from Asha to Igna and finally to Niah, swallowing hard and feeling his mouth go dry. If this was a dream, it was the most realistic one he’d ever had.

“You’ve treated our sister well,” Igna whispered, slowly pulling the blanket down to reveal his chest.

Aiding her eldest sister, stopping beside his right hip, Asha flashed her teeth up at him. “Let us show our appreciation.”

He tore his eyes off the pair and up to Niah. “I…is this - uh -”

“It’s fine, my sweet,” Niah purred, leaning in and pecking his snout. “So long as you’re willing to appease them, they have my full approval.”

The sensation of his underwear being drawn down his hips tore his attention away from his lover. “I - um -”

“You will allow us to serve you ~ will you not?” Igna pouted, lowering her snout to his then bare loins.

Asha left his underwear around his mid-thigh, lowered her chest, and pressed her muzzle to his balls. “We won’t bite - well, not unless you want us to bite.”

He stared down at the depraved duo, past his rapidly hardening stallionhood, and licked his lips. He’d always had a particular fondness for zebras, finding their striped bodies and exotic accents more alluring than he should, yet he never would have guessed he’d find himself facing the possibility of a small orgy with a trio of Zebrican sisters. Biting his bottom lip as Asha and Igna drew their tongues up his length, he had to force himself to look up to his marefriend.

“A…and you’re fine with this?” he sputtered.

Niah tranquilly nodded down at him. “I am, on one condition.”

Doing everything he could not to look down and watch the pair lavishing his package with affection, he looked his mate in the eyes. “W…w…what condition.”

“After you’ve left them satisfied, we show them how love is truly made,” she breathed.

Before he could respond, she placed a hand to the back of his head and passionately kissed him. The sensation of her large, pillowy lips was as incredible as it had ever been or ever would be, and he almost instantly reciprocated. Propping himself on one arm, he sank his tongue into her mouth and quietly hummed into her muzzle. There were a number of questions he had for her, but they could wait - for the time being, given a once in a lifetime opportunity, he let his libido run free.

She pulled back after only a second or two, seated herself against the headboard, and motioned down at her siblings. “Try to enjoy yourself with them.”

Emboldened, he smirked at her. “I - yeah, I’m pretty sure I will…”

He turned his attention back to the duo and drank in the sight of them. Any even remotely straight stallion would have been overjoyed by being pampered by a single mare, yet here he was with three of the most attractive zebras he’d ever met. Relishing the view of their naked backs, awestruck by the juxtaposition of their builds, he ultimately gazed down at their captivating faces.

They softly moaned as they took turns drawing their tongues up his shaft, elevating the experience with a trace of theatrical flare. He’d heard they were both single, so he wasn’t concerned about unwittingly assisting with any adultery, but having them both want a roll in the hay with him was a lot to process - a sentiment his turgid cock didn’t share. He could have sat where he was for ages, mesmerized by the show and the affection they afforded him, although things took an inevitable turn.

Rolling to the side and swinging her legs off the bed, Igna stood to her full imposing height. “Try not to wear yourself out before I get my turn, Oba.”

“Oba?” he repeated, glancing over at Niah.

“It means king,” Niah explained. “Seeing as how you have three of us vying for your attention, I think the title is appropriate.”

“Pffft -” Asha scoffed. “Maybe for you two.”

Gazing down his chest at the impudent young mare, remaining where he rested, he hissed as she brought her mouth to the tip of his length, lowered her head, and wrapped his lips around him. The sight of her dark, plump lips around his amber length was phenomenal, but he was only able to appreciate it for a fleeting instant. Locking eyes with him, she dove downward and pressed her nose to his groin.

Niah had throated him before, but the way Asha hilted him was almost vehement. She didn’t choke or sputter, peering up at him and working her tongue along the underside of his length, as she asserted her dominance. Though she may have been the youngest and smallest of the three, she clearly wasn’t afraid to show off her skills.

She only eventually began bobbing her head, swabbing her gullet with him, and rose onto all fours. He couldn’t see what she was doing that well, given where he sat, but he felt almost certain that she was getting off to the experience. Balanced on one arm, she reached down her body with her free hand.

He hadn’t meant to break her concentration, yet her motions faltered when his eyes strayed to her rear. Pulling back with a soft pop, she rocked back onto her knees and knelt between his legs. Her modest bust, chiseled abs, and well-toned physique was even more impressive than he assumed it would be, and she was instantly aware of his interest.

“Like what you see?” she inquired, shamelessly rubbing her marehood with one hand while cupping one tit with the other.

Unable to look away from her nethers, he nodded. “Y…yeah.”

Her muzzle split with a predatory smirk, as she shuffled in place and turned her back to him. “I can assure you, you’ll be wanting more of me after tonight.”

“Careful,” Igna snorted, rolling her eyes. “From what I’ve heard, her depths are like a vice.”

“Come now - you’re just saying that because you’re so loose,” Asha laughed.

Inching back and straddling his hips, she ground her sex against him. As if the view of her muscular tush and backside wasn’t provocative enough, the sublime heat of her loins sent a thrilled shiver up her spine. She was maybe half his size, her head reaching his sternum if they were standing side by side, so he couldn’t fathom just how tight she’d be. As she dragged her snatch up and down his length, rolling her hips forward and back, he subconsciously straightened up and reached for her.

“No touching,” she playfully hummed, wagging a finger at him. “If you’re to be my Oba, you must allow me to serve you.”

He did as she asked, abstaining from grabbing her, while his enthusiasm mounted - mercifully, she didn’t have him wait long. Lifting her waist and moving back, she kissed her entrance to the head of his cock, steadied herself, and threw her weight down upon him. He’d thought she’d require a bit of time to warm up, if only for herself, but that was far from the case.

Sheathing the entirety of his length in a single downward plunge, she grunted and winced. “Gods, you’re big.”

Her complement left him at a loss for words. While he wasn’t one to brag, he was pretty well-endowed compared to most - still, she’d managed to accommodate him with perilously little effort. Flexing his groin, causing his dick to jerk within her, he felt her shiver around him. She really was snug, far tighter than Niah was, but that was far from a bad thing.

“Just gotta,” she hissed, raising her waist.

Her juicy, pink interior clung to his shaft as she freed a portion of his length, testing his patience. She’d said not to touch him, implying she’d be more than happy to do all of the work, but that just didn’t feel right. Given that he’d been ambushed, flung to the lecherous wolves that were his lover’s sisters, it was only fair that he got to take an active role.

Niah shifted behind him and rested his head between her breasts. “She’s always like this…”

“I - Mmmph - simply have a warrior’s spirit,” Asha muttered, fucking herself on him like he was a sex-toy.

Light wouldn’t consider himself a lothario, having only bedded a very small number of mares in the past, but he could tell Asha wasn’t having the easiest time. Her uneven voice, the tenseness in her back, and her shuddering movements spoke of a mare who’s hubris had bitten her squarely on the behind. He smirked and hoped his suspicion was right, rubbing her back and doing what he could to help her relax.

Igna had been right, Asha really did have a vice-grip on his stallionhood, though that was far from a complaint. Savoring the show and making himself comfortable against his mate, he smiled. There was something downright magical about watching the fiery mare ride him, and he wasn’t about to rush things.

Her technique was beyond reproach, even if she was struggling a bit. Leaving just his cock-head entombed within her on her upstrokes, she pounded her ass on him harder and faster with every passing minute. It was clear as day that she was desperate and having fun, though he wasn’t sure if her enjoyment was due to the pleasure of being stretched open, masochism, or some combination of the two.

Minutes dragged by as she rode him, working her hips like a piston, until she suddenly slowed. He cocked his head to the side and studied her, wondering why she’d changed her pace, but then it struck him. She was breathing hard, her marehood quivered, and she’d worked up a sweat - there was no doubt about it, she was getting close to her limit.

He lowered a hand and caressed her ass. “I’m guessing your comment about my size wasn’t just flattery.”

Shaking her head, she shuddered. “N…no, you’re as big or bigger than most zebra stallions.”

“You know,” Niah whispered, breathing hotly on his ear, “a true Zebrican stud would never stand for such insolence.”

“Oh yes,” Igna added. “Were you one of our own, you would have pinned her down and conquered her for being so audacious.”

He’d never been one to be excessively assertive, preferring to share power with sexual partners, yet he was stricken with inspiration. Bending at the waist, lifting himself from his mate, he readied himself to do something rather brash. In all honesty, he wouldn’t have minded being ridden until he was finished - then again, since the three had plotted against him, it seemed right to turn the tables just a little bit.

“W…what are you - h…hey!” Asha bleated as he started to move.

“Since I’m your Oba, I’m going to give you a choice,” he mused. “You can either go face down, ass up, or I can put you face down, ass up.”

She twisted her head and uneasily grinned at him. “Guess that means you’ll have to make me, you big - Wha?!”

His size wasn’t just for show. Putting his profound build to good use, he withdrew his legs, threw Asha forward, and shot up and onto his knees behind her. He’d heard that some girls, in defiance of their imperious attitudes, secretly loved to be subjugated, but he’d never met one in person - not until now at least. With his hands on her hips and dick buried in her cunt, he steadied himself, rolled his hips back, and thrust into her.

She unleashed a guttural moan and shook like a leaf as she bathed his thighs and groin with marish nectar. If he’d known she’d cum so quickly, he may have been a little easier on her, maybe teasing her for a bit, yet her spontaneous orgasm fanned the flames of his lust. Letting her ride out her ecstasy, waiting for her trembling to subside, he started slowly rutting her.

Burying her face in the mattress, she grabbed at the bed sheets. “Oh buck…”

“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” he chuckled. She gave no reply, keeping her face hidden, and he slowed to a halt. “Well?”

She hesitantly turned to look back at him. “Y…yes…”

“Good,” he huffed.

Having nothing left to say, he squared his stance and started plowing into her. The headstrong and domineering mare who she was melted away with each plunge of his cock, revealing who she really was. She may have tried to hide it under a veneer of temerity, but she had a submissive side. Grabbing and pulling on the dock of her tail, he caused her to mewl.

Conquering her was absolutely intoxicating, wearing away at his ordinarily impressive endurance and pushing him closer and closer to the edge. She looked amazing, she felt phenomenal, and the sound of her whimpering like a lucky filly on prom night stoked his ego like few things ever had. Grinning from ear to ear, he gradually dialed up the intensity of his thrusts.

She came at least two more times before he reached the threshold, crying out and gushing climactic juices onto the bed on both occasions. Try as he might to hold himself back, clenching his jaw and screwing his eyes shut, halting his impending release was like stopping the tide. With his flaring cock-head beating against her womb, unable to bring himself to pull out, he hilted her and came.

Her rapturous wail was music to his ears, complementing his bestial grunting while their bodies grew still. He lightly bucked into her throughout his ecstasy, ensuring every shot of his rich, virile load was pumped as deeply as possible, until his ecstasy was replaced with a warm, familiar euphoria. Releasing her and wiping his brow, seeing her eyelids flutter while she heaved air into her chest, he was wrenched by his contented stupor by a pair of hands slipping over his shoulders.

“That’s one,” Niah softly noted.

Slipping by him, she moved to the foot of the bed and helped Asha push herself back up onto all fours. He’d been so caught up in the moment that he’d nearly forgotten that his marefriend was there, but that wasn’t his biggest concern. Hearing a hushed giggle, he turned his head and saw Igna rest a knee on the mattress beside him.

“You didn’t forget about me ~ did you?” she the giantess murmured, reaching out and running a finger up his chest.

He shivered as Asha slipped off his softening length, the cool air being almost painful compared to the warmth of the youngest sister’s depths, yet he barely noticed it. Crawling before him, taking the little zebra’s place, Igna faced him and pushed him back. She was larger than him and, if he had to bet, may have even been stronger than him, although he wasn’t about to test that theory - not with as enthralling as she was.

She dragged her massive breasts up his body as she bore down on him. “My Oba, allow this maiden to show you how a mare is supposed to care for their stallion.”

Mounting him, she reclined and put her body on full display. She was a paragon of maternal beauty, having a figure that wouldn’t look out of place in a museum, and having her atop him sent blood rushing to his nethers. It would normally take him the better part of twenty minutes to recover after an orgasm, yet his stallionhood swelled with every beat of his thundering heart.

Peeking down between her heaving bosoms, she tittered. “I see my sister did not exaggerate about your virility…”

“Y…yeah,” he croaked, gazing up at her.

“In that case,” she purred, leaning forward, “let me thank you for taking care of her.”

He’d been around more mares than he could count throughout his life, but Igna was the first to make him feel small. She was so tall that his face was sandwiched between her tits while she comfortably straddled him - giving him an extremely rare opportunity. Twisting his head and lifting his hands, he clutched one breast in each hand while wrapping his lips around her right teat.

Igna groaned above him, apparently pleased with the attention, but she didn’t remain still for long. Lifting her hips, she let his cock spring upward and repositioned herself ever so slightly. He moaned around her tit, feeling the sweltering dampness that could only be her slavering marehood, and reflexively planted his feet. He may have let Asha have her way with him, but he wasn’t going to take an initially passive role with the motherly colossus.

“I would ask you to let me do the work,” she hummed, slowly descending and impaling herself on him, “but it’s not a mare’s place to make such brazen requests.”

As her depths accepted every inch of his shaft, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The difference between Igna and Asha’s marehoods was night and day. The impassioned young mare had been almost virginally tight, yet that wasn’t the case with the eldest. Like a cavern of molten silk, the giantess’ depths embraced him in a way he hadn’t thought possible.

Contently wiggling her hips, she leaned back and rested one hand on his knee. “Such a wondrous feeling of fullness.”

His eyes drifted down her chest and watched as she rubbed her lower abdomen. Though it was faint, he could just barely make out the faint imprint of his stallionhood within her. He’d bulged Niah’s belly a number of times before, and he’d undoubtedly done just that with Asha, but seeing that his cock was still visible within a mare so large set the fires of his passion burning white hot. His self-control waned, compelling him to buck into her.

She smiled down and returned the favor, synchronizing her movements to his as they began their dance. Lacking any fury or struggle for dominance, they made love. He wouldn’t be surprised if he was the latest in a long list of stallions who she’d bedded, although he didn’t hold that against her. The way she clenched around him on her upstrokes, milking his shaft with her well-trained pussy, set his nerves alight like only Niah ever had.

As if the rapturous feeling of being ridden so sensually wasn’t extraordinary enough, the spectacle of watching her move was mesmerizing. Her bosoms bounced on her chest, her blissful expression was serene, and her flowing mane swung over her shoulder, making it very difficult for him to settle on where to look. Rhythmically flexing his legs and thrusting up to meet her descents, he sat up and brought his face to her chest.

“They are quite sensitive,” she quietly remarked, twisting her torso and bringing one titanic breast to his snout. “I may not be a mother, but you would honor me by nursing on - Aaaagn!”

He didn’t - couldn’t wait for her to finish, latching on and eagerly suckling on her teat. It was galling to think that some lucky stallion hadn’t sired a foal with her, and the notion was enough to taint his thoughts. If he’d been single, he would have gleefully given her what she wanted - what she deserved, and pumped a foal into her without the slightest bit of hesitation.

His primal longing to fulfill his purpose would not be denied, demanding him to hasten his pace. He slipped one arm around the small of her back, holding her close, as he grunted and thrust into her from below. She was a fertile goddess, a queen who needed a strong stallion in her life, and he was, if only for that night, her king.

Little by little, he overpowered her. She did not resist, gliding her fingers through his mane and clawing at his back, while she tightly gripped his pistoning length in her balmy confines. Unlike with Asha, he wasn’t trying to conquer Igna - he simply wanted to give her what she deserved. Switching from her right bosom to her left, lowering his hand to grab her soft, yielding ass, he glanced up at her.

She warmly smiled down on him, her face wreathed in the light from the fixture above her. Asha had an appeal of her own, and Niah had won him over at a record pace, but Igna was like an angel from heaven. While she didn’t say a thing, the sight of her gorgeous visage gave him a moment for pause - a moment for pause which came crumbling down when her lips formed two simple words - breed me.

The mute request sent him into a frenzy, pushing him well beyond his breaking point. He practically threw himself on her, throwing her onto her back and scrambling to his knees between her legs. He’d wanted to take things slow, to give her a taste of what her sister received on a regular basis, yet her petition had broken something within him. If she wished to be bred, he’d gladly oblige her.

She locked her legs around his back, drawing him in as he began screwing her, but it wasn’t enough. He slowed and reached behind himself, grabbed her ankles, and threw his arms wide. She gasped, taken aback by the sudden change of pace, and howled in glee as he locked her into a deep mating press.

“Y…yes, my Oba,” she loudly stammered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their colliding bodies, “use me! Take me as your broodmare!”

Her every word fueled his rut-lust, driving him mad with need. The bed groaned and creaked, her sonorous howls of glee, and the sound of his heavy breaths mingled into a sinful cacophony. She came within seconds, squealing as her marehood orgasmically erupted around his dick, but he didn’t slow - if anything, the spray of her essence spurred him onward.

Seconds bled into minutes and longer still, as he lost himself to the moment, all while Igna brayed and lavished him with praise. She begged him for more, to give her everything he had, and so he did just that. He almost never let himself run wild with a lover, fearful that he may hurt them, but the giantess was different - she could take it. Slipping from the shackles of concern, he plowed her like she was a field in spring.

He closed his eyes, lowered his head to her swaying breasts, and gently bit down on one of her nipples. The sensory onslaught was phenomenal, the sounds and aroma or her arousal heightening his enjoyment, although it was the mental imagery that was his undoing. He could see her heavy with foal, her belly round and chest bigger and fuller than ever, and the fantasy of what he could do with her - to her, was the final nail in his coffin.

With a final plunge, he threw his head back and gave a triumphant roar. Igna wailed in ecstasy as she was filled, although hers wasn’t some incoherent cry. She thanked him, praising him for his gift and swearing herself to him, while his seed flowed to and into her womb. He released her legs and panted, his body slick with sweat, and lowered himself onto her.

Seconds from kissing her, acting solely on instinct, he was shaken back to the present by the sound of a clearing throat. He shook his head, looked to the side, and stiffened when he saw none other than Niah standing next to the bed. With a smug, albeit hard smirk plastered on her muzzle, she peaked a brow down at him.

“I hope you weren’t about to kiss her,” his lover impishly muttered.

Despite having his cock firmly lodged in the mare’s sister, Light blushed. “N…no.”

“That’s what I thought,” Niah snorted, looking to the side. “Asha, help Igna off the bed. It’s high time I take my loving stallion back.”

As Isha was practically dragged from the foot of the bed, lost to a blissful stupor, he weakly slid over and made room for his lover. He didn’t think Niah was genuinely angry with him, but he wasn’t about to take any chances. Glancing to the clock, seeing that it had been nearly an hour since the trio of siblings had walked in on him, he pinched the bridge of his snout and turned his attention back to the mare wriggling up next to him.

“I…I’m sorry,” he quietly lamented, hanging his head.

“Sorry?” she parroted, tilting her head to the side. “Sorry for what? You were amazing!”

He reared back and stared at her. “R…really?”

“Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, honey,” she chuckled, shooting in and pecking his cheek. “I know how amazing you are in bed, but actually seeing you work - well, I mean, see for yourself…”

Splaying her legs and bringing a hand to her crotch, she unabashedly spread her marehood for him. He’d seen her worked up on many occasions, knowing first hand that she could leave a pair of panties drenched, yet he didn’t think he’d ever seen her as turned on as she currently was. A trail of amorous juices whetted her inner thighs and nearly reached her knees, proving how aroused she’d gotten just from watching him.

She rolled to her side, presented her tush to him, and lightly spanked her flank. “Think you have enough energy for one more round, stud?”

He was exhausted, the hour was late, and he was pretty sure that the cocktail of cum and nectar had seeped through the blankets and into the mattress - nevertheless, he knew what he had to do. Asha and Igna rested to the side, with the latter unsteadily leaning against their dresser and the former sitting on their night stand; both of the mares seemed satisfied, but it was clear that neither of them were doing anywhere until their sibling got her turn with him. As he looked back to Niah, seeing her spread her cheeks and present himself for him, his stallionhood twitched in anticipation.

Sliding over to her, pressing his chest to her back, he grabbed the base of his length and guided it to her entrance. To Tartarus with it - he was going to be exhausted in the morning, likely having to drag himself to work, but a single day of weariness was well worth the experience of sleeping with a set of Zebrican sisters. He kissed his cock-head to her marehood, met her eyes, and nodded.

“That’s my stallion,” she hummed, rocking her hips back.

She pushed against him as he sank his shaft into her. They groaned in tandem, familiar with but relishing the moment that they became one. He’d lost track of how many times they’d done the deed, having had sex with her on nearly every piece of furniture in their home, yet such intimate exchanges never got old - in fact, he’d come to cherish them more as time had gone on. Driving inch after inch into her, only stopping when his medial ring ground over her g-spot, he steadied himself.

“Ready, love?” he tenderly inquired.

Bringing a hand back to stroke his jaw, she smiled. “For you, always…”

And with that, he pulled back and started thrusting. She could have just laid there and enjoyed herself, but that simply wasn’t her style. Giving as good as she got, swinging her hips in tune with his plunges, she turned her face toward him and closed her eyes. He knew what she wanted without her having to say a thing, so he leaned over and locked lips with her.

The lust he felt Asha and Igna was one thing, yet it paled in comparison to the raw passion he held for Niah. He grew closer to his lover every day, she’d earned his trust, and he was coming to the point where he wasn’t sure what he’d do if things didn’t work out between them - add to that the fact that she was the most beautiful mare he’d ever met, full-figured and with looks that could kill, and he’d openly admit that he was smitten with her. As their tongues entwined and they pawed at one another, he gradually picked up speed.

Igna’s remark had kindled something in him, a desire which had been growing stronger throughout his relationship with Niah, and it lent him strength. He truly did care for little Reani, but he wanted a foal of his own. Though he’d toyed with the notion of speaking with Niah about starting a family, having a child with her, he hadn’t said a word to her about it out of fear.

She pulled back and grabbed his ass, pulling him and lending weight to his thrusts. “Gods, I’ll never tire of this.”

“Me neither,” he breathed, losing himself in her eyes.

The tip of his shaft beat against her cervix, reminding him of how easy it could be to knock her up. They’d gone to great lengths to avoid any surprises, with Niah taking a potion in the mornings to prevent herself from getting pregnant, yet he hoped - wished that wouldn’t be the case forever. Though he’d only been with her for a relatively short time, he could see himself settling down and siring a foal or maybe even two with her.

On and on he went, his plunges getting increasingly forceful while he fantasized about how gorgeous she’d be while carrying their child. With milk-laden breasts, a bit of extra weight, and a large, rounded belly, she would be even more beautiful than she normally was. If he was lucky and she was receptive, maybe - just maybe he could make his dreams a reality with her.

Fiercely gripping his stallionhood in her depths, she grabbed his hand and guided it up to her breast. “Someone’s feeling spirited tonight.”

He grunted in reply and kneaded her bosom. “I want to make you mine…”

She giggled and continued bucking back to meet his thrusts. “Then make me yours. Plant your seed within me…”

Coming to a shuddering halt, he stared wide eyed at her. “R…really?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “You’re an amazing stallion and I would be honored to become a mother for you.”

The sincerity and conviction of her words drove wild. He pounded into her like a machine, a virile titan, and her blissful moan was his praise. It should have struck him as odd that she’d ask for such a thing at that moment, especially in front of her siblings, yet he knew - knew she’d meant what she’d said. Hotly making out with her while he neared his limit, he silenced her with a kiss.

She came moments after him, yowling and squirming while his foal-batter flooded her depths, but neither of them stopped. Having taken only a scant few seconds to catch their breath, he turned her onto her stomach, got on top of her, and started screwing her again. If she wanted to be the mother of his child, he’d make her just that.

Their second round lasted nearly twenty minutes, and their third round was much the same, but he couldn’t continue after the fourth. Having climaxed six times over the span of a few hours, all after a day’s work, had left him mentally, physically, and even spiritually drained. If he’d been younger and in better shape, possibly after a full night’s sleep, he could have lasted longer - sadly, he’d never know.

He’d more than likely be walking funny in the morning, if his alarm clock managed to get him up, and he’d definitely need a very long, very thorough shower before he left the house, but he had no regrets - on the contrary, he drifted off with a smile plastered on his muzzle. Regardless of how the rest of Asha and Igna’s visit went, he took pride that they’d managed to help him check a foursome off his bucket list. The last thing he remembered before drifting off to sleep was reclining with the trio of zebras dozing on or beside him.

…

“Hey…”

…

“Light, it’s time to get up…”

He cracked an eye open and grumbled. “W…what time is it?”

“Like I said, it’s time to get up,” Niah repeated, offering him a steaming cup of coffee.

Pushing himself up and checking the bed, seeing he was on the mattress himself, he scrunched his snout. “Where are your sisters?”

“They’re - uh…” Niah faltered, handing him the mug.

He quirked a brow as he gazed up at her. Something wasn’t right. She was blushing and fidgeting uncomfortably, almost like she was either worried or ashamed of something. Growing increasingly concerned, he swung his legs over the side of the mattress and stood.

“Is everything alright?” he timidly inquired.

She nodded but refused to look up at him. “Yes, but I -”

“Gods be praised,” Asha excitedly shouted, bursting through the door. As naked as the day she was born, she ran over and practically tackled the lone stallion. “You really are a stud ~ did you know that?”

Trotting in a bit more calmly, yet completely nude, Igna grinned broadly. “Like he would be anything else. Niah has exemplary taste in stallions, even pony stallions - no offense, Light.”

“None taken,” he warily chuckled. Looking between the trio, he pursed his lips. “So what’s all this about?”

“Look for yourself!” Niah proclaimed, hopping back and proudly displaying her abdomen.

As soon as he turned his gaze down at the young mare, he did a double take and his jaw nearly hit the floor. A glowing, flowery mark rested on Asha’s belly, just above her pelvis; the crest she bore was singular, looking not unlike a flower of some sort, but she wasn’t the only one to bear it. Looking to the side, noticing an identical sigil on the lower part of Igna’s stomach, he shakily turned his attention over to Niah.

Niah stepped back and presented herself. As with her sisters, she too bore the odd design on her tummy. The location of the marking, paired with Asha and Igna’s comments, brought with them a startling realization. He stumbled back and seated himself on the side of the bed, as he stared in disbelief at the mares.

“I…is…is this…” he stuttered.

Calmly taking his wrist and bringing his hand to her abdomen, Niah nodded. “You have made me yours.”

“Same here,” Asha guffawed, straddling his leg and beaming up at him. “I can’t wait to show you off to mom.”

Strutting over to Light’s right side, Igna sat down beside the awestruck stallion and draped an arm over his shoulders. “I hope you’re proud, Oba…”

Light’s jaw flapped uselessly, his heart pounded in his chest, and his mouth felt like it was full of sand, but was eventually able to clear his throat. “So this means -”

“That you’ll soon be a father?” Asha tittered, pressing herself to his left side. “Yeah - you’re going to be a daddy, Daddy.”

Niah approached him, bent over, and lifted his chin in her hands. “You will soon be a father, but you’ll always be my stallion.”

As she kissed him on the nose, he swooned. He could never have fathomed that he’d sire a foal with a zebra, let alone with three zebra sisters, although that’s precisely what had happened. The corners of his lips turned up as he glanced to his left, then his right, and ultimately up at Niah’s face. His future had been changed by a steamy night of romance, yet it was all because of one particular mare.

“I love you,” he reverently breathed, gingerly holding Niah’s hands.

She held his gaze and smiled all the broader. “And I you, my mate…”