Zebra Anthology

“Have a good day, Dearest!” Cadance chirped, pecking her husband’s cheek. “I’ll see you this evening.”

Giving her a parting kiss on the tip of her nose, Shining broke the embrace, turned, and marched down the hallway. “Don’t work too hard!”

As she stood in the doorway of their room, watching the stallion trot away and round a corner, she smirked. There’d been a time when she’d genuinely miss his presence, even when he was absent for mere hours, but that time had passed. They both had their duties to attend to, so it simply wasn’t reasonable or practical to expect being beside one another constantly. Closing the door and stepping back into her chamber, she eased herself onto her large, soft bed and made herself comfortable.

Though she loved Shining with all her heart, she’d recently acquired a new distraction - a big, strong, jaw-droppingly exotic distraction. Rolling her head back and closing her eyes, she slipped a hand into her robe and toward her bare nethers. She’d been happy to welcome a mass of Zebrican refugees to the crystal empire, and happier still to employ a dozen in the castle, yet there was one among them who’d earned a special place in her heart.

A resounding banging on the door brought a smile to her lips and her eyes to the entrance. “You may enter…”

The door swung open and a towering figure quietly stepped inside. She’d seen statues that lacked the exquisite detail of her visitor’s build - a build he was all too proud to show off. Standing a head and shoulders taller than most ponies, including Shining, the striped stallion’s body was powerful grace given form. Adorned in the native garb of his people, consisting of a leather loincloth and gold bangles about his frame, the zebra’s lack of attire never proved to be eye catching.

“Good morning, my Princess,” he solemnly stated, sinking to a knee and bowing his head. “How fares the finest pony in the empire this day?”

The rich baritone of his voice sent an excited tingle through her, pairing wondrously with an ache that blossomed in her loins - still, she couldn’t simply lay there and listen to him all day. Clearing her head and waving a hand, she bade him to stand. If what she’d told him was correct, and she had no reason to doubt him, he was once a renown warrior of his tribe, comparable to a royal guard, and his service to her was out of gratitude to her kindness.

“Zafi, please, we’ve been over this,” she snickered, peeking over and watching him rise to his full, imposing height, “you don’t have to be so formal.”

Keeping his head lowered slightly, he stepped closer to the bed. “My apologies, Princess. In the face of such ravishing beauty and unparalleled grace, I am next to nothing.”

Rolling to her side to face him, Cadance rolled her eyes. “You’re far from nothing - you’re my personal attendant and my friend!”

“That I may be -” he countered, glancing at her barely covered bosoms, “nevertheless, I acknowledge your preeminence.”

She paused, considering her words carefully, as her eyes drank in the curves and striations of his broad, powerful chest. He’d been her attendant for over a month, shadowing her throughout her duties from sunup to when she retired every evening, and he’d shown himself to be remarkably good company. Though tacit and a bit solemn, his subtle humor, alluring figure, and comforting words seldom failed to give her comfort.

Lifting her arms over her head, allowing her robe to slip lower and reveal the cerise of one nipple, she feigned a stretch. “There’s something I’ve been wondering about - no, never mind…”

Zafi peaked a brow, looking from her partially exposed breast to her face. “What is it, my Princess?”

“In your tribe, how would a stallion like yourself treat a lover?” she coolly inquired, resting a hand on her hip.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t interested in Zebrican courtship or relationships, yet her question wasn’t purely to sate her curiosity. She’d heard whispers of how amazing zebras were in bed, tales from the castle’s staff and even rumblings of how Twilight, her very own sister in-law, had taken a striped stud as a lover, so finding herself with a large, attractive stallion day in and day out had slowly taken a toll on her reservations. Though she and Shining had long ago agreed to the idea of keeping their relationship open, willing to satisfy themselves with someone else from time to time, Zafi was the first creature in years to catch her fancy.

Crossing to the bed, bearing a welcoming smile, he leaned forward and gently brushed a lock of mane from her face. “Where I am from, a stallion’s mare is their Princess. We cherish our women and do what we can to please them, just as they look after and please us.”

The soft touch of his thick, warm fingers against her caused her pulse to quicken, as she reached up and stroked his arm. “And how would a stallion like you please their mare?”

“Many ways,” he hummed, taking her hand in his stunningly gentle grasp. “Sowing the seed of life within them, protecting them, and ensuring all their needs are met are things to be expected, my Princess.”

“All their needs?” she softly repeated, retracting her hand and bringing it to the front of her robe.

As she pulled the garment open, his gaze wandered downward to watch the fabric slip from her chest. “All their needs, my Princess.”

Though she opened her mouth to speak, she found her voice had left her - not because she didn’t have anything to say, but because she noticed his loincloth steadily beginning to tent. She couldn’t count how many times she’d surreptitiously tried to peek at his goods, only getting a fleeting glimpse here or there, yet she’d never been lucky enough to see what he was hiding - that was until that moment. With his groin nearly at her eye level, she found herself unable to look away from the rising strip of leather.

“Perhaps,” he mused, gently caressing her bare shoulder, “I might be able to demonstrate how we care for our mares.”

With her eyes firmly glued to his crotch, she numbly nodded. “I…I believe I’d like that.”

Turning and trotting down the length of the bed, he stopped at the foot of the mattress. “Before we begin, I need to know one thing - may I touch you?”

“You may,” she blurted, staring down her chest at him.

Sinking to his haunches, ending up in a deep squat, he extended his arms, grabbed her ankles, and slowly dragged her down the mattress. As she gradually moved over the sheets, her robe crept up her body and left her lower half effectively nude. She hadn’t known what to expect from him, yet she would never have guessed he’d be so pragmatic about her flirting and silly questions. Her tush came to a halt mere inches from the foot of the bed, her bare, drooling marehood winking excitedly before his face, while her thoughts ran rampant.

Leaning forward, he nearly pressed his nose to her groin and breathed in her scent. “Like any good meal, making love should start with an appetizer.”

She gnawed her bottom lip, feeling as though her heart may burst from her chest, as he lazily kissed his way up her inner thigh and to her loins. The sight of his mohawk and striped visage between her thighs would have been captivating enough, but the way he locked eyes with her made her feel like a lucky filly on prom night. Cautiously moving her legs, wrapping her calves around the back of his neck, she gave a subtle tug to spur him onward.

He paused, feeling her impulsive attempt to hasten his pace, and smirked up at her. “In that case…”

Moving with a speed that belied his size, he closed his eyes, shot forward, and gave her sex a lick. Maybe it was her imagination, the anticipation of the taboo act elevating the experience, but the sensation of his tongue against her lower lips was enough to make her groan aloud. As she clutched the blanket, raising her waist for the giant, her eyelids fluttered. She was far from inexperience with nearly every variety sex, relishing both giving and receiving it, but Zafi’s ministrations were particularly impassioned.

With her head rolled to the side, fixating on the bliss of his skilled muzzle, she subconsciously pawed at her bosoms. As incredible as it would be to watch him, she couldn’t help but play with herself throughout the opening act. Gingerly teasing her nipples, rolling them between her fingers, she felt his hands glide up her thighs and to her waist. Though she had little doubt that he could bring her to climax purely from eating her out, she yearned to experience what her Zerbrican cousins went through with their big, burly lovers.

She gasped, as his muscular tongue burrowed into her depths and stretched her entrance. She had no way to know how many lovers he’d had, nor did she particularly care, but his oral skills were unparalleled. The way he moaned into her, while he squeezed her hips and pulled her to himself, was staggering, rivaling or surpassing anything Shining could do, and he’d only just begun. Lifting her head and peering down at him, seeing him watching her, she fondled her breasts.

“I’ve - Mmmph - gotta say, you have some lucky mares in Zebrica,” she cooed, her bulging clit winking against his nose.

Running his hands down her frame and to the mattress, he pushed himself up and away. “I’m unsure of that,” he snickered, licking the juices from his lips, “but I am sure of one thing…”

Holding a bosom in each hand, she spread her legs and rested her heels on the edge of the mattress. “Oh ~ and what’s that…?”

“In all my time in Zebrica, I have never met a mare as enchanting and beauteous as yourself,” he rumbled, his sonorous tone making her depths quiver with anticipation. “Shining Armor is a very lucky stallion, and I dearly hope he appreciates you for everything you are.”

“I’m sure he does,” she purred, extending an arm down her torso to shamelessly rub her engorged, drooling sex, “but he’s not here right now…”

She typically wasn’t one to show herself off, and certainly not one to act so brazenly, but it couldn’t be helped. Zafi may not have known it, but his constant presence had taken a toll on her. The way he carried himself, his grace, the raw power he could wield, they were too much for her to bear. If spreading her marehood for him, displaying her interior like a needy harlot, was what it took to rouse his interest in her, so be it.

“Such an alluring sight -” he sighed, lowering a hand to his hip, “one which I find quite inspirational.”

With the tiniest tug upon his waistband, his loincloth fluttered to the floor. Cadance’s eyes went wide, her jaw dropped, and she went still, gazing upon the obsidian pillar standing proudly at his groin. She’d seen more than her fair share of stallionhoods, both before and after wedding Shining, but Zafi’s endowment was an order of magnitude more impressive than any she’d ever laid eyes upon. Covered in coal-black flesh, bobbing in tune with his heart, his vascular length was as gorgeous as it was borderline menacing.

Softly grasping the base of his shaft, he nonchalantly stroked himself and coaxed a bead of pre-cum from the tip of his cock. “I hope it doesn’t disappoint your expectations.”

While she’d had every intention of taking a passive role, outside of tempting him to take her, seeing his immense package forced her to act. Sitting up and pulling her legs onto the bed, she got to her knees and brought her face to the very tip of his length. As if seeing something so massive wasn’t arousing enough, a delectable fragrance, one she’d only gotten the slightest hints of in his presence, wafted to her nose.

“It…it’s incredible,” she breathed, her trembling hands gracing his dark, velvety skin.

Drawn in by its scent, compelled by some primitive desire to venerate the glorious paragon of virility, she was denied when he grabbed her shoulders and softly pushed her back. A touch of panic gripped her, as she struggled to understand why he’d stopped her. Had she done something wrong? Was he taunting her for some reason? Whatever the case may be, she tore her eyes off his stallionhood and gazed up at his face.

“My Princess,” he began, unhurriedly pushing her onto her back, “forgive my impudence, but allow me to indulge you. Just tell me if things get too intense.”

As the final word left his lips, he straightened up, stepped between her thighs, and draped his length over her groin and abdomen. The heat and weight of his shaft was mind boggling, feeling more like an arm than a cock, and it nearly drove her into a frenzy. She couldn’t imagine how she’d be able to accommodate something so huge, but she knew she wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d buried every sinful inch of his godly stallionhood into her.

Inching backward, moving at a snail’s pace, Zafi brought the blunt tip of his length to her entrance. “Deep breath…”

Her jaw went slack, her eyes rolled, and toes curled, as he drove his hips forward and sank his endowment into her. Though she was positively drenched, more turned on than she’d been in years, the intrusion pushed her limits to the brink. A profound exhilaration overtook her, feeling her canal gradually stretched by the behemoth, and she struggled not to impulsively clench around his monstrous shaft.

“Such a magnificent mare,” he whispered, rubbing her abdomen as he delved deeper and deeper still. “Were you not already claimed, I would make you mind…”

His unstoppable plunge only halted when his stallionhood was smashed against her womb, finally allowing her a moment to catch her breath, but it wasn’t over yet. As she lifted her head and glanced downward, she froze. Nearly a full three inches of his length had yet to be sheathed, sitting menacingly just outside her entrance, and she could scarcely believe it. All her experience and skill with lecherous affairs, the wilder things she’d tried with her husband, had all been for naught against such a divine creature.

With no warning whatsoever, eager to begin or perhaps in a bid to humble her further, the stud rolled his hips back, unsheathed a portion of his shaft, broadened his stance, and gave her his first true thrust. No sooner had his stallionhood slammed into her, pummeling her cervix and forcing her entrance open, than she came. Her body stiffened, her stuffed marehood trembled around the girthy intruder, and a guttural, wholly unbecoming groan escaped her, as she was overwhelmed by an onslaught of rapture.

In that moment, with that spontaneous, wholly unforeseen climax, her knowledge of the sexual world was turned on its head. Memories of passionate moments with her husband, times she’d falsely assumed were the apex of carnality, were undone in an instant - replaced by the primal love of her exotic lover. The ecstasy he afforded was so overwhelming, so blindingly intense, that she momentarily blacked out.

A small eternity passed, before she was brought back to the waking world, yet the rapture she’d felt was far from gone. Plowing her with casual ease, driving her body forward with each buck of his hips, he placidly smiled upon her. Panting aloud, only just having regained consciousness, she shakily reached for her crotch.

Zafi’s eyes drifted from her face to her nethers, as he watched her rub her clit. “Am I not enough for you?”

Sensing him slow, she swallowed hard. “N…no - I mean, yes! P…please, don’t stop!”

A sly grin split his muzzle, as he lifted her waist and began rutting her harder and faster than before. “As you wish, my Princess…”

The sensations accosting her were indescribable, leagues better than anything she’d ever experienced with any pony before, yet that was only one facet of the experience. He moved her as though she weighed nothing, the sound of his heavy breaths and sonorous grunts were enthralling, and his bouquet was intoxicating - still, if she had to choose one element to contend with the feeling of being claimed, it was the spectacle. Forcing her eyes open, fighting tooth and nail against the urge to throw her head back and mewl for more, she watched him take her.

His muscles rhythmically tensed and relaxed, their contours made all the more prominent by the sheen of sweat on his coat, while his chest heaved. It was like watching an angel, some heavenly being sent for her and her alone, and she couldn’t look away. Massaging her clit while he pummeled her inner gates, she bit back a whimper. Though she’d just cum, she could feel herself growing closer to another climax.

“Were you - Mmmmmn - mine, I wouldn’t stop with siring a single foal,” he muttered, leaning in and bringing his snout to her chest. “You would be my broodmare, my queen, and I would give you many fine children.”

His pouting lips wrapped around her nipple and suckled upon the sensitive flesh, sending her skyrocketing toward release. Despite having only spoken of it with Shining, her time carrying Flurry had been absolutely incredible. Watching herself grow gravid, her bosoms becoming swollen with milk, was an empowering experience she’d never forget, and she secretly longed to relive it. As she wrapped her legs around his pounding hips, her primordial desire to fulfill her marish purpose crept to the fore.

Unlatching from her teat with a soft pop, he moved his muzzle to the side of her head. “Such a fine mother you’d be, fat with our child and pampered beyond belief. Were you not promised to another, I would bring you back to my village to start a family with you.”

The weight of his nuts slapping her backside, filling the air with a soft drumbeat, made her thoughts run rampant. Though she’d only gotten a glimpse of them earlier, she’d seen enough to know his ripe, furry balls harbored enough seed to knock her up several times over. Constricting her legs around him, losing to her subconscious yearnings, she wrapped her arms around his powerful neck.

“How many children would you bear me?” he mused, fucking her like a machine made flesh. “Four? Perhaps five?”

Sensing him slow, or possibly just fearful that he’d demand an answer, she gulped. “Three. A…at least - Nnnph - at least three!”

“A fine number,” he chuckled, kissing his way up her neck and to her ear. “Three new zebras for my tribe, though I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d eventually want more.”

Wild imaginings of herself in the planes of Zebrica, adorned in little more than a grass skirt, flitted through her mind. She would doubtlessly have a simple life away from the Crystal Empire, a far departure from the grandeur of royalty, but that was of no consequence. Having a family and a loving stallion to protect her and carry on his lineage with her was more important than all the gold and fineries in all of Equestria.

Losing herself to the euphoric fantasy, she could practically feel her fertile body springing to life. She was still young, especially by an alicorn’s standards, and she felt certain she could bear children for centuries to come. As she flexed her legs and constricted her depths around him, milking his shaft with her silken, inner walls, an egg drifted into her womb.

“Harder,” she croaked, teetering on the precipice of release. Laying in direct opposition to her plea, his movements ground to a halt. “W…why did you -”

“Because I’m getting close, my Princess,” he quietly stated, averting his gaze, “and I could never bring myself to sully another stallion’s mare…”

His confession, while admirable, was the last thing in the world she’d wanted to hear. He’d tempted her for weeks, intentionally or not, and she’d only just gotten a taste of what he had to offer. Locking her heels in place, biting back her dismay, she ran her fingers through his mohawk and turned him to face her. There was no way in Tartarus he was going to leave without finishing, even if he didn’t realize it yet.

“Please,” she quietly begged, peering into his eyes, “I need this…”

Moving her head forward, she locked lips with the gentle giant. Either the kiss had been exquisitely timed or she’d gotten immeasurably lucky - whatever the case, he started fucking her like there was no tomorrow. The tenderness of his motions was cast aside, supplanted by bestial desires and a fundamental need they both shared.

With their tongues entwined, sharing each other’s breath, he snaked an arm around her back and held her to his chest. Shining loved her in every conceivable way, she had no doubt of that, but Zafi’s love for her was different, stronger and primordial, and she could see herself falling for the striped titan quite easily. Moaning into his muzzle, she clutched and sank her nails into his muscular back.

She could feel every vein along his throbbing stallionhood, from its impossibly thick root to its flaring tip, as his time grew short. She knew she should push him away, to do anything but have him finish inside her, yet there was nothing she could do. Against her longing to embrace maternity, to give the gift of life to the world, she was totally and completely powerless.

Her cervix flexed with each thrust, straining against his assault, as she broke the kiss and pressed her cheek to his. “D…don’t stop.”

Going all out, using every ounce of strength within his considerable frame, Zafi obliged. Subjected to his unfettered power, holding onto him for dear life, she was unable to stop the full, righteous fury of his zeal. As the breath hitched in her throat, on the precarious cusp of a climax, it happened, his stallionhood bludgeoned through her cervix and entombed itself in her womb.

Never in her life had she been penetrated so deeply and so forcefully before, and she was flung into an orgasmic maelstrom. Her back arched, her eyes went wide, and climactic nectar sprayed from around his pulsing length, as her mind went blank. Doing her damnedest to weather the tumultuous storm of ecstasy, adrift in an endless sea of pleasure, she was woefully unprepared for the heat that blossomed within her.

Some part of her instantly knew he was cumming, that he was sowing his seed deeper and more emphatically than any ever had, and the strength of her orgasm redoubled because of it. A blissful wail and his deep, booming growl of conquest echoed through her chamber, filling the room with their passionate song, as their bodies grew still. She could scarcely believe she’d done something so scandalous with a zebra, let alone one she’d known for such a short period of time, yet she lacked the slightest shred of regret.

“Absolutely incredible,” he murmured, pushing himself up to kiss her cheek.

Tightly squeezing her battered sex, coaxing every drop of precious cum from his shaft, she falteringly smiled. Not only had she made love to someone other than her husband, something she hadn’t done in years, but she’d done so in their very bed. Somehow finding the strength to keep her legs around him, she pecked his nose and stroked his mane.

“You know,” she hummed, walking two fingers up his shoulder, “Shining isn’t going to be back for a few hours, and I’m sure I’d be forgiven for a slight delay in my duties…”

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Zafi smirked. “Such a naughty Princess. What will your faithful servants think if they find out you’ve bedded your loyal guard.”

She shrugged and flexed her legs, causing his groin to bump against her. “I’m sure they’d be jealous, but that’s fine with me…”

Drawing him in and closing her eyes, she hotly made out with the stud. She wasn’t sure if he’d actually put a bun in her oven, but she’d be having a roll with her husband that evening regardless. On the off chance she did end up pregnant, and her foal was a zebra, she’d cross that bridge when she came to it - for the time being, she wished for nothing more than to relish the marvelous stallion who seduced her…