Jungle Fever

“Just dump him, duh.”

Silver Spoon frowned, unable to shake the nagging sensation that Diamond Tiara hadn’t really been listening to her. For the past ten or so minutes as she flipped through her phone, she had been carefully explaining the various reasons why, despite her current predicament, she specifically did not want to dump Featherweight. Truthfully, she couldn’t think of a single good reason to go through with it. Featherweight was a nice guy, a perfect gentleman with a romantic streak that a girl like Silver Spoon adored. He was courteous, polite, and provided for her, whether that be paying for their dates or writing her essays for her, or updating her wardrobe in her futile attempt to keep up with her fashion-savvy friend. No, there wasn’t any good reason for her to break things off with him.

That didn’t make it any easier for her to tolerate his violently dull personality.

“So you’re saying that after that whole spiel about how I don’t think I want to dump him, what you took away from that…” Silver Spoon sat up in her bed, eyes darting across the dorm room to Diamond’s. Unsurprisingly, Diamond Tiara was texting, barely even acknowledging that she was being spoken to. “Is that I should dump him?”

“What? You asked me for advice, and my advice is to dump him,” snorted Diamond. “I don’t even know why you started dating him in the first place. He’s, like, so boring.”

“Yeah, but… He’s nice, y’know? Maybe a little… plain,” admitted Spoon. “But I don’t think he deserves to get dumped for it.”

“Whatever. It’s your life, what do I care if you waste it with some loser?” Diamond’s eyes darted up from her phone for just a second, the most concern she was capable of displaying on such short notice. “But if you’re so bored of him, why are you wasting your time with him? These are the best years of our lives, Spoon. Do you really want to spend it going to… What does he even like to do?”

“He’s into… antiques…” Silver Spoon was too embarrassed to look anywhere but her bed spread. “He took me to a yard sale last week…”

“Not trying to yuck anyone’s yum, but that is icky with a capital ICK.”

“Either way, I can’t just dump him. Come on, Di, have a heart, for once. He said I was the first girl to ever go out with him, I don’t wanna be his first heartbreak.”

“Oh my God, I wish I could’ve been there to stop you from getting yourself into this mess… How am I supposed to live knowing my best friend was some loser virgin’s first time?”

“Relax, I’m not. We haven’t done anything like that yet. He’s only kissed me, like, once.” Silver Spoon smoldered, her lip curled up in a sad sort of self-pity. “In, like, eight months…”

“Do you see what I’m talking about? This isn’t good for you, Spoon! You deserve someone who can actually satisfy you, not some dweeb who roots through the trash for old knick-knacks,” said Diamond. “So do yourself a favor and dump him!” She could see Spoon begin to argue, but she managed to head her off at the pass. “And yeah, I know, you ‘can’t just dump him’, congratulations, you’re a saint. But if that’s the case, maybe stop scrolling through Tinder all night.”

“I’m not…” Silver Spoon started to lie, but one leer from Diamond killed all hopes of that working out for her. “Okay, fine… But, like, I’m just talking to these guys. Conversating, y’know? Making friends. Nothing I’d have to dump Featherweight over.”

“Right… Well, any of those ‘friends’ hot?”

“C’mere, I’ll show you some of my matches.” Unable to resist a good “talk about boys” session, Diamond skipped across the dorm and dove onto Silver Spoon’s bed to gossip. No matter how old the two had gotten, it seemed like some things never changed. “Okay, so there’s this earth pony boy, he’s pretty cute.”

“Hm… Oh, no, see, he’s a drama major. That means he’s gay.” Diamond Tiara took the liberty of swiping that particular profile away. “Next! Ooh, what about him? Pretty hunky, for a unicorn.”

“I don’t know… He’s a gemini.”

“Ew. Why is he even here in the first place? In the trash, thanks for coming!” Diamond swiped this profile away as well, then another, and another, before frowning as a new one took its place. “Have you looked at this one yet?”

“Hm? No, this must be new. Zane?” Silver Spoon looked at the screen, eyes going a bit wider at what she saw. Her newest match was a zebra, a tall specimen with a head of curly hair, neatly shaved and styled atop his head. His intensely gold eyes pierced through Silver Spoon’s chest, and his strong core and six-pack abs glistening in the photo sent tingles a bit lower. “Wow. Z-zebra, huh?”

“Oh no, I know that look,” said Diamond, rolling her eyes. “Going from boring loser to jungle boy is a step up, but, like, barely.”

“Di! Come on, you can’t say stuff like that!”

“Their country is literally in a jungle, Spoon. But fine, call the Cancel Cops and have me arrested for knowing geography.”

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you… But, like, he’s pretty cute, right?” said Silver Spoon. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen, from the specimen of masculinity before her. “And he goes to Canterlot U… He could be right across campus for all we know!”

“Ugh… Probably some minority scholarship, I don’t know how a zebra would get into this school otherwise,” snorted Diamond. “Either that or, like, basketball.”

“Di! Seriously, that is not okay! You’re gonna—” A bright, chippy bleep came from Spoon’s phone and distracted her from the rest of her lecture; A notification from her dating app, and she gulped as she opened it. “Di, look. It’s the zeeb boy, he says he thinks I’m cute! What should I say?”

“Nothing, unless you’re finally admitting you want to dump the loser you’re dating.” Despite her less than polite delivery, it was hard to argue with the core of Diamond’s message, and Silver Spoon understood that. Even still, she paused, which visibly annoyed Diamond. “Fine, I guess I’ll be a good friend, after all.”

Before Silver Spoon could ask what she meant by that, Diamond snatched her phone out of her hand, and took off. Even though their dorm room was a bit on the smaller side, Diamond’s head start gave her more than space to keep away, even as Silver Spoon leaped up from her bed to pursue. She chased Diamond all the way to the corner, nearly trapping her against the wardrobe if not for Diamond’s speed and agility allowing her to squeeze out in the nick of time. Diamond ran circles around Spoon until, finally, she dove back onto Spoon’s bed and tossed the phone away.

“Diamond, what the hell!” Silver Spoon jumped at her phone, scanning to see what Diamond had done. With each line of text, Spoon’s eyes went wider, and her cheeks flushed brighter. “Di! What did you do?!”

“Uh, I did you a favor?” Again, Diamond could only roll her eyes. “You obviously wanna hook up with the jungle boy, and you’re too chicken to ask him on your own, so I did it for you. He was going to the gym, but he said he’ll be over in like ten minutes. You’re welcome.”

“You told him I’d be his cardio?!” Silver Spoon blushed intensely, burying her face in her pillow. “I’m not that type of girl, Di!”

“Oh, shut up. Honestly, who do you think you’re fooling? As soon as you saw the stripes, the snowbunny alarms started sounding.”

“Snow… bunny?”

“You know, like, one of us who only likes fucking jungle boys. You know the saying: White and black, never going back? They say one night with a jungle boy and you’ll never want to fuck anyone else ever again.”

“D-do people really say that?” Silver Spoon swallowed hard, a bit intimidated by the implications. She calmed herself a bit when she remembered who she was dealing with. This was Diamond Tiara, queen of drama and empress of exaggerations. She was just being extra, as usual. “Hey, how would you know, anyway?”

Diamond withdrew her own phone and, after a bit of searching, handed it off to Silver Spoon. It was equal parts horror and fascination that compelled Silver Spoon to stare at the photos; Dick pic after big, thick, juicy, near-camera-eclipsing zebra dick pic. Some shots, she could see Diamond’s dainty hand around the dark, girthy organ, while in others Spoon could see the corner of her own bed in frame. No doubt about it, these were definitely Diamond’s own photos from her personal adventures.

“You made it sound like you wouldn’t be caught dead with a zebra,” pointed out Silver Spoon, her eyes glued to the screen as she scrolled through what was, hopefully, a preview of what was to come. “Seems like you don’t mind them after all…”

“I meant dating one. Daddy would kill me if I brought one home for Hearth’s Warming.” Diamond rolled her eyes, as if what she was saying was as obvious as the sky being blue. “Fucking them is fine, it’s like using a dildo. Doesn’t mean I’d ever marry it.”

“Oh God… So, like, what do I do?” asked Silver Spoon. “I’ve never done just like a casual hook-up before. Should I find a movie to watch? Or maybe order a pizza or something?”

“You’re not gonna have much room for pizza, if you know what I mean. Outside of that, maybe practice some twerking? I hear that drives the jungle boys crazy for some reason.” There was a knock at the door, three big, thudding raps, which left very little question in Diamond’s mind who it could be. “Oh, well, looks like he’s here. Ready?”

The answer, obviously, was no. Silver Spoon was in no way prepared to see anyone tonight, nevermind a hot guy. Her hair wasn’t styled, her silvery-white locks contained into a ponytail by just a simple pink scrunchie she stole from Diamond. She was in her sleepwear, just a plain black cropped tank top, and similarly plain black shorts that barely made it halfway down the length of her thigh. She had no make-up, no jewelry, no accessories outside of her glasses. She felt supremely underdressed for a date.

As Diamond went for the door, it dawned on Spoon that, while underdressed for a date, she might be wearing the perfect apparel for what Diamond had set up for her.

“Yo.” Zane’s voice was low, deep, smooth as butter and twice as luxurious. That one simple word alone was enough to send Silver Spoon’s knees knocking, and she had to quickly avert her eyes from the zebra’s statuesque figure in order to avoid embarrassing herself. If Zane noticed, he didn’t mention it, instead looking Diamond Tiara up one way and down the other. “I didn’t know you had a roommate.” He winked at Diamond. “I came for your friend, but you’re pretty cute, too”

“Take a picture, jungle boy, it’ll last you longer,” snorted Diamond. “I’m just here to make sure there’s no funny business in my dorm.”

“Kiss your mother with that mouth, girlie?” Zane seemed generally nonplussed by Diamond’s comments, even smirking a bit at her. Diamond just rolled her eyes, gesturing to let Zane in. He blew her a kiss on his way in, slinging his gym bag to the corner of the room. He slowly made his approach, each step making Silver Spoon’s heart thump a bit harder, until he was almost at the bed and smiling down on her timid form. “What’s the matter, baby? You promised me a workout, now you’re getting shy on me?”

“Oh my God…”Silver Spoon finally looked up, her gray cheeks blooming red like a stoplight. “You’re, like, so hot…”

“Heh. You’re looking fine, yourself, Glasses. So… What’re you tryna do?”

“She’s trying to get Striped so she finally breaks up with her loser boyfriend,” interjected Diamond. “Just try to keep it down. Our walls are thin and I don’t want our neighbors thinking I’d sleep with a zebra.”

“You have slept with a zebra,” noted Silver Spoon.

“Still, doesn’t mean I want people to think that.”

“So, like…” Zane whistled, to stop the two friends from bickering and draw attention back to himself. “Do you really just plan to sit here and watch me pipe your friend?”

“Don’t have much of a choice,” said Diamond. “Have to make sure you don’t steal anything when you’re done.”

“Oh, so you’re being racist on purpose? I thought you might’ve just been dumb.” He smiled and, much to Diamond’s annoyance, winked at the privileged princess. “Don’t worry, baby, I don’t get my feelings hurt easily.”

“Good. Now go ahead, pretend I’m not here.” Diamond slipped across the room and back to her bed, getting nice and cozy as she watched Zane make his approach. He stalked Silver Spoon, like a lion to a gazelle, until he was looming over a flustered, frazzled, barely-functioning Silver Spoon. With one hand gently caressing her under the chin, and the other hand powerfully gripping her ass, Zane brought their lips together. “Ugh. The things I do for my friends…”

In a nice change of pace, it was now Silver Spoon who wasn’t listening, as she was too invested in sucking tongue with the attractive stranger she had just met. It was an intense experience, to be kissed so aggressively, by one considered to be so foreign to her. She moaned from the feel of his lips against hers, his powerful presence, his thick fingers groping her backside. It was unlike anything Silver Spoon could’ve imagined in her admittedly limited experience, and this was only the beginning.

Zane pulled away for just long enough to pull Silver Spoon’s tank top over her head, exposing her petite, slender body in all of its beauty. With a similar speed and dexterity, he tugged Silver Spoon’s shorts down to her ankles, before scooping her up and dumping her onto the bed. Silver Spoon let out a little squeak, watching past the frames of her glasses while Zane undid the string to his sweatpants to draw his impressive equipment, and her heart stopped dead in her chest. He was just as big and thick as the zebra in Diamond’s photos, if not more so, and it was equal parts excitement and apprehension that filled Silver Spoon as she shakily spread her legs for her “date”.

“W-wow. That’s… Wow.” Silver Spoon gulped, reaching for the nightstand beside her bed. She rooted around in her drawer for a moment, eventually coming out with a latex condom; Not a horribly small one, but clearly not sufficient for Zane. “My boyfriend left these when we were… Not that it matters…”

“Yeah, I’m not fitting that thing,” laughed Zane. “Put that thing down, Glasses. Trust me. It’ll be worth the risk.”

Silver hesitated, naturally, and looked down to the dark, throbbing monster between Zane’s legs. Could she really take that thing inside of her? With no protection? Would something as flimsy as a few millimeters of latex even matter in the face of a specimen like this? Besides, Diamond’s zebra didn’t have a rubber in the picture, and she was fine! Maybe this was just the way to go about things, where zebras are concerned. Silver Spoon looked back up to Zane and, after just a second to psych herself up, gave him a nod.

In an instant, the very second she felt his fat head split her snug pussy, Silver Spoon understood. She understood what Diamond meant before, she understood the claim that it’d be “worth the risk”, she understood why some Equestrian girls might swear off anything short of zebra masculinity. Just those first few inches were enough to get Silver Spoon moaning, gripping her sheets, huffing and sweating as she imagined more of that sliding into her.

She didn’t need to simply imagine for much longer, because Zane wasted very little time working his hips and gouging a path through Silver Spoon’s tight little pussy. His big, heavy mitts grabbed Silver Spoon by the waist, her hips so narrow that Zane’s hands touched behind her back, and drove her down onto his fat cock like a spike. The fit was so tight, Silver Spoon swore she could feel every bump, every ridge, every vein of Zane's perfect cock pounding against her womb. Her legs twitched with each thrust, and she gripped her sheets for dear life in a fruitless attempt to withstand the shockwaves going through her body.

“M-more…” whimpered Silver, reaching up to grab at Zane’s muscular frame. His focus on the task at hand was resolute, and his conviction didn’t waver. If Silver Spoon wanted more, then Zane was determined to give it to her; To suit these ends, he tossed Silver Spoon over onto her belly, splaying her legs open and immediately returning to her cunt. Now both prone, Zane put all of his weight down onto Silver Spoon as he pounded her, making each stroke feel more heavy and impactful than the last. “Oooh, fuck!”

Two thick, sturdy fingers slipped into Silver’s mouth, gripping her by the maw while the zebra above her drilled her mind to a fine powder. Such strength, such intensity, such raw, animalistic, savagery. It all made sense now. Diamond wasn’t just being insensitive, after all, not entirely. Zebras were just different, and no matter how problematic it was, Silver Spoon didn’t care just then. In that moment, with this hunk of a zebra feeding her his fingers and shattering her pussy into a million pieces, there was only one thing Silver Spoon was concerned with.

“Stuff me with that fat jungle cock!” moaned Silver through a mouthful of digits. “You’re g-gonna make me—”

Just as soon as she gave warning, it happened; With quivering legs and a gushing, spritzing cunt, Silver Spoon came hard around Zane’s cock, the pleasure hitting her like a semi-truck. She moaned, tapping at Zane’s arm for some reprieve, but he didn’t relent just yet. He kept pumping, slamming her through the duration of her orgasm until he was satisfied. Once he was, he slid from Silver’s quivering pussy and once again flipped her over to stroke himself to completion. The zebra grunted with satisfaction, and shot thick, sticky ropes of cum onto Silver Spoon’s face. Each pulse of his cock brought with it a splurt of his seed, much more than Silver would have ever believed possible. It splattered her forehead, her hair, nearly painting over the lenses of her slightly crooked glasses, and dripped down her face and chin in thick, salty globs.

“Whew. Thanks for the workout, Glasses. Lots more fun than the gym,” said Zane. He rolled over, returning his pants to his body. “Uh… You’re not a cuddler, are you?” Silver Spoon didn’t respond with words, exactly. She mainly just sputtered, trying her best not to drown in zebra jizz. “I’ll take that as a no. Well, catch you later, I guess.”

“What, tapping out already?” piped up Diamond. Zane’s eyes darted across the room to her, and he smirked. “And after I sat and waited my turn, too. I thought you jungle boys had more stamina than that.”

“And I thought you pony hoes asked nicely when you wanted something.”

“Think again, jungle boy.”

“Alright, fine then.” Zane hopped up and grinned. “Give me five minutes, I’m gonna grab a drink from the vending machine down the hall. And get ready. I went easy on your friend, 'cause it sounded like her first time with a zebra.”

“As opposed to…?”

“You, being a snowbunny slut. Meet back in five, cool?”

Diamond smoldered, but gave a little nod, and Zane made his way out of the room. She watched him go before turning to check on Silver Spoon. Much to Diamond’s surprise, Silver had sat herself up and grabbed her phone while she was distracted. Before Diamond could ask what was happening, Silver Spoon put the phone to her ear.

“Hey, Featherweight? Yeah. Uh-huh.” Silver Spoon was dazed, more than a bit punch-drunk, but her satisfied smile was ever present. “Listen, I’m just calling to say we’re done. I mean we’re done. I’m breaking up with you. No, I’m not joking. See you never, loser.”

Silver Spoon hung up and tossed her phone to the side before collapsing onto her back. She made a reach for the box of tissues on her night stand and used a good number of sheets to wipe the spunk from her glasses. Once she could see a bit better, she locked eyes with Diamond, who was smirking the smuggest smirk Silver had seen from her in quite some time.

“What?” asked Silver Spoon. Diamond grinned a bit wider and, a bit more playfully than before, she rolled her eyes.

“Aren’t I just the best friend you could ask for?”