Zebra Anthology

“Don’t work too hard!” Shining shouted, waving back at his betrothed.

Smiling to himself, ready to start a new day, he strolled down the winding corridors of the castle and toward the guards’ quarters. His job wasn’t that difficult, nearly an official do-nothing position, yet he prided himself in ensuring the soldiery was kept in tip-top shape at all times - well most of the time. With the influx of Zebrican refugees, he’d found himself looking after a particularly interesting recruit - one who seemed hellbent on pushing her boundaries with him.

Pushing the troublesome rookie from his thoughts, he rounded a corner and ran face-first into a wall of muscle. Stumbling back and attempting to right himself, he was caught when a powerful set of hands grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward and further off balance. With his head entombed between a pair of soft, pillowy mounds of flesh, only able to make out a black-banded, white coat, he swallowed hard.

“Good morning, Irọyin,” he huffed, his voice muffled by the soft fur against his muzzle.

“Good morning, my Captain,” a sonorous, lilting voice responded, as a pair of large, slender hands pushed him away.

Staring up at the absolute mountain of a woman, he forced himself to grimace. Irọyin was a capable trooper, fast and almost unbelievably nimble for her massive stature, yet she wasn’t without her flaws. For starters, she routinely neglected to don her sanctioned armor, preferring to traipse about with little more than her loincloth and spear - secondly and more alarmingly, she’d developed a bit of a fixation with him. Darned if he knew why, but he could swear she stalked him and tried to evoke his ire.

It would have been bad enough if she strutted about in her native attire, nonchalantly showing off her deliciously toned body for anyone and everyone to see, but that was only part of the problem. Simply put, she had the physique of a warrior goddess, a haughty air that paired perfectly with her jaw-dropping aesthetic, and glittering, sapphire eyes that seemed to see through him. Though he was happily married, adoring and venerating his wife as much as he ever had, constantly finding himself in the amazoness’ presence was insidiously filling his mind with all manner of lustful thoughts.

“Let me guess,” he groused, trying desperately not to stare at her massive, utterly bare rack, “you forgot your armor…”

Her shoulders went slack, her grin faltered, and she scrunched her snout, as she petulantly stepped back and crossed her arms beneath her bosoms. “My Captain, as I’ve explained many times before, that armor is unbearable and a hindrance. If you can fashion me something that will allow me to move freely, fine, I will wear it with regularity - if not, I politely refuse to don that clunky suit you gave me.”

Rolling his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his snout. “First of all, you don’t have to keep calling me ‘My Captain’ - just call me Shining like everyone else. The next problem is your wardrobe; I know it’s traditional for you, and you’ve made a few good points, but walking around with…What are you doing?”

“Stretching,” she sighed, lifting her arms above her head while twisting her torso from side to side.

“R…right,” he muttered, tearing his eyes off her bust.

Distracting himself was only a temporary solution for the issue slowly growing in his pants. Try as he might, with her aroma tickling his nostrils, there was nothing he could do to keep himself from being turned on by her. As he attempted to come up with something - anything to say, finding it harder to think than it had any right to be, he failed to notice a pair of long, muscular arms reaching toward him.

“Shining,” she sighed, stepping forward and smashing his face between her warm, heaving breasts, “you seem tense. If I may be so bold, may I make a suggestion?”

“A…a suggestion?” he stammered, craning his neck to peer up at her.

With a smug grin splitting her muzzle, she shifted her hands over his back. “I believe all your recent work with my fellow refugees, of which I’m immeasurably thankful for, has left you a bit taxed. As repayment for your generosity and patience, I’d like to help you relieve some of your stress.”

Something about the way she said ‘relieve’ set his nerves on edge and sent blood coursing to his stallionhood, leaving him at a loss. Truth be told, she’d been dancing through his brain for weeks on end, nearly since she arrived, and he’d even shamefully imagined her while he was getting intimate with Cadance several days prior - nevertheless, he wasn’t sure exactly what she’d meant. Gingerly pushing her away while stepping back, he readjusted his uniform.

“And that would entail…?” he let the question hang, hoping she wouldn’t give some nebulous response.

Inching back and leaning forward, letting her tits hang just before him, she brought her muzzle to his ear. “It’s a surprise - one befitting an illustrious, hard-working stallion such as yourself. If you’re interested, follow me…”

With those honeyed words, she straightened up, turned on her heel, and strutted away. He knew good and damned well that following her would lead to nothing but trouble, that he could and more than likely would be walking right into her big, soft hands, yet he couldn’t help himself. With his eyes glued to her large, foal-bearing hips, watching her ass sway seductively from side to side, he pursed his lips and followed her.

Forsaking his duties, if only to sate his curiosity about what she was scheming, his trip to her quarters was relatively brief. As she saw herself into her room, he walked to the doorway and paused. She was an exception, having a chamber to herself unlike the rest of the guards, yet the sight of her humble abode never failed to fascinate him. Along with the Zebrican art and weaponry hanging from the walls, the aroma of the exotic recruit titillated his senses and sent an excited shiver up his spine.

“Come,” she coolly insisted, pulling a stool from beneath her desk, “sit.”

He nodded numbly and saw himself inside, kicking the door closed behind himself. With a bed resting against the far wall, and a little desk sat against one wall, her room was relatively sparsely furnished, yet he wasn’t concerned about that - no, the one and only thing that held his attention was the giantess idly waiting for him to take his seat. As he eased himself down to face her, hoping he wouldn’t note the prominent tent in his pants, she drew a hand over his shoulder and trotted behind him.

“Tell me, does your wife ever give you massages?” she inquired, digging her thumb into his upper back.

Wincing slightly, reminded of just how much strength she had, he twisted his head to peer back at her. “Sometimes, but it’s not that often.”

“Such a shame,” she sighed, bringing her hands up his neck to caress his scalp. “A mare’s place, regardless of her rank, should be to satisfy her stallion in every imaginable way.”

Without any warning whatsoever, she stepped forward and gingerly rubbed his temples. Though her fingers against him felt nice, an issue immediately presented itself. A balmy heat radiated against the base of his skull, followed immediately by the most ambrosial aroma he’d ever known. Strong and wildly captivating, the bouquet of her nethers was a siren’s song that the primordial portions of his mind instantly recognized.

With his self-discipline buckling under her feminine wiles and glaring lack of subtlety, he steadily got to his feet and turned to face her. He had no doubt of what she was after, having caught her eyeing him in the gym and having weathered her overtly flirtatious behavior since she’d enlisted, and he was about to give her just what she wanted. Though he’d tried to retain his flawless record of fidelity to Cadance, despite he and his betrothed’s agreement to remain open to seeing others, his limits had been tried and found wanting.

The meek professionality of dealing with her in public was gone in a flash, replaced by his true self. To have others openly watch him reciprocate her advances would have been less than ideal, creating drama and rumors he’d rather avoid, but that was no longer a factor. Away from prying eyes, safe and secluded within her room, he could finally repay her for all the salacious harassment she’d heaped upon him.

“And what would a Zebrican stallion do for his mare?” he asked, reaching out and brazenly slipping his hand beneath her loincloth.

“Our - Mmmmm - stallions ensure we fulfill our purpose. No matter if we are farmers, seamstresses, shamans, or warriors, our chief duty is to strengthen and grow our tribe’s ranks,” she purred, bucking into his hand.

The heat and dampness against his fingers, feeling the velvety flesh of her plump lower lips sundered his restraint and fanned the flames of his lust into a roaring inferno. Shuffling back and withdrawing his arm, fighting the urge to toy with her, he licked his digits. There was only one reasonable thing to do with a powerful, motivated woman like Irọyin, and it wasn’t playing coy.

With the citrusy flavor of her marehood dancing on his tongue, he loosened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. “Strip…”

“Yes Sir,” she chuckled.

With but a pluck at the string securing her loincloth, the strips of leather covering her groin fell to the floor. Though there wasn’t much that was uncovered, the dark, hairless mound of her groin was more alluring than he could have predicted. Stepping back and resting her shoulders against the wall, she spread her legs, drew a hand down her abdomen, and spread her sex. The sharp contrast of her meaty pink interior against her coal-black flesh was staggering and more than enough to make his stallionhood practically ache with desire.

As his pants and boxers fell around his ankles, he grasped the root of his length and brought his attention to her face. He couldn’t say how he stacked up to Zebrican stallions, but the lustful look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. Hastily pulling his shirt up and over his head, leaving him on the same nude playing field as his gracious, oversized host, he crossed to her and grabbed her thighs.

As she wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, her heavily lidded eyes flew to his face. “As pleased as I am to be of service, perhaps we should - Wha?!”

With all the speed he could muster, he dropped to his knees, crammed his snout to her crotch, and drew his tongue between her lower lips. The taste of her nethers and her musk were downright overpowering, almost strong enough to give him a moment for pause - almost. With his fingers on her hips, he closed his eyes and hotly made out with her drooling snatch.

“G…goodness,” she bleated, hooking a leg over his shoulder to lock him in place, “Farasi
rarely gratify majike in such a way - n…not that I’m complaining!”

Humming into her depths, he feasted on her loins. Unlike many of his fellow stallions, he had no qualms about getting a lover nice and worked up before the main event. Making out with her marehood, pressing his tongue into her silken canal, he relished the assault on his senses. On top of having a much stronger taste and scent than his wife, let alone any mare he’d been with, the way she bucked into his face filled him with a righteous tenacity.

Staying where he was, alternating between fixating on her clit to probing her depths, he waited for just the right moment to relent. Much like sex, foreplay was an art in and of itself, requiring practice, patience, and perseverance to become adept, and he was practically a master. It wasn’t until he felt her thigh trembling against him, hearing her hitched, heavy breaths above, that he pulled back, rose to his full height, and licked his lips clean.

“Now then,” he whispered, his hands gliding to the back of her thighs, “let me show you what your Captain can really do…”

Calling upon his magic, while simultaneously using every ounce of strength he had, he lifted her and shot between her parted thighs. She likely presumed that they’d move to the bed, which would have been both convenient and comfortable, yet a show of force was called for. After her relentless torment, teasing him ceaselessly both on and off the clock, he was going to show her what he was capable of.

Her marehood eagerly winked against him, practically begging to be filled, as she ran her fingers through his mane. “Would you rather we move to the bed?”

“I think we’re fine right here,” he grunted, driving his hips forward and plunging his stallionhood into her snatch.

Her whimper of delight, only stifled by her gnawed lip, was almost as heavenly as the incredible sensation of her depths. Hotter than a sweltering jungle and as unbelievably juicy, her snug depths covetously seized around his shaft. While he’d expected her to be relatively loose, given her sheer size, he was pleasantly surprised that wasn’t the case.

With the tip of his shaft kissing her womb, she snapped her legs around his hips like a bear trap. “Such a domineering stallion. It’s no wonder you were able to claim a Princess.”

The flagrant reminder of his infidelity did nothing to quell his desire to sate her, to conquer the amazoness and show her what he could do, so he merely withdrew a portion of his slickened length, grabbed ‘hold of her sculpted ass, and began rutting her in earnest. He could get laid whenever he wanted, what with having a nearly insatiable wife, but the excitement of bedding someone new, especially someone so much bigger than himself, was unbelievably arousing.

Flexing her legs with each of his thrusts, lending him a touch of her power, she cupped her tits in her hands. “Right there,” she rasped, clenching her sex with his backstrokes.

Keeping her pinned in place, he altered the angle of his thrusts ever so slightly. One benefit of being with the Princess of Love was that his carnal knowledge was on an entirely different level compared to most stallions - as such, he felt reasonably sure that he could please any female lucky enough to successfully seduce him into amorous action. With his stallionhood battering her inner gate, his thick medial ring ground against her g-spot and elicited a throaty moan.

The sound of her groaning would have been enough to excite any stallion, yet the meaty smacks of their colliding bodies mirrored his pounding heart. Though Cadance was impeccable between the sheets, bedding his wife had become increasingly dull over the years - sure, he’d always enjoyed himself, but the novelty of being intimate with her had long since faded. Plowing the giantess was new, fresh, and delectably thrilling.

Pleasing Irọyin made him feel as though he was a paragon of masculinity, an apex stallion, and he relished the sensation of getting her off. Though he’d only heard about how virile and assertive zebra studs could be, he felt certain he could give any one of them a run for their money when it came to pleasing a striped mare. Smiling to himself, taking pride in the accomplishment of satisfying her, he increased his pace.

Situated as he was, it was hard to fixate on any one facet of the titan. The sight of her playing with her breasts, teasing and pulling her luscious, rock-hard nipples, paired wonderfully with her blissful expression, yet watching her marehood being drawn out and stuffed in with his plunges may have been the single hottest thing he’d seen in his life. As he set his jaw and held her steady, his muscles and sorcery strained by her considerable weight, he breathed in the smell of her sex.

“Once we’re - Mmmph - done,” he grunted, his groin growing wet with her juices, “I trust you’ll keep this little tryst a secret.”

As extraordinary as she was, he couldn’t have news of their little affair getting out. It would be exceedingly unbecoming for a captain to be fraternizing with someone under his command and he’d rather not deal with subversion within the ranks of royal guards. As she constricted around his pistoning length, her low, ominous giggle tinged his enjoyment with unease.

She paused, her motions coming to an abrupt halt, as she cocked her head to the side. “And if I don’t…?”

He hadn’t anticipated a reply, much less a defiant one, so he pounded into her harder and faster than ever. His attempt to silence her worked a little too well, leading her to drape her torso over him and press her chest to his muzzle. Bearing her full weight, without the wall behind her to support her in the slightest, he channeled more power into his magic.

“Such an amazing creature,” she reverently murmured, clutching his glowing horn in one hand. “I’ve bedded many stallions in my homeland, but never have I met one with the level of conviction you hold. The foal we sire will be a gift from the heavens.”

Her declaration nearly brought his movements to a dead stop. While he’d only had the slightest hesitation about fooling around with her, he hadn’t held any intention of actually knocking her up - still, the thought of giving Flurry a little half-sibling tickled a latent part of his id. As he found himself suddenly grappling with his stallionly urge to sow his seed, yet knowing fathering a child with anyone other than his wife would create all sorts of drama, Irọyin struck.

With the speed and savagery of a pouncing cougar, she threw a leg back, kicked against the wall, and sent him reeling backward. Keeping her aloft had been a trial in and of itself, but having her swiftly and quite forcefully throw her weight upon him proved too much to handle. Crashing onto his behind with a dull thud, momentarily disoriented, he looked up in confusion and found her wolfish smirk mere inches from his face.

He wasn’t sure what was more impressive, the fact that she’d so deftly sent him onto his ass or that she’d managed to remain impaled on his length. With the tables well and thoroughly turned, his head twisted to peer up at her, she laced fingers with him, reared back, and seated herself on his lap. The view he’d had while standing was phenomenal, yet seeing her resting on his groin, triumphantly wiggling her hips from side to side, was quite possibly the hottest thing he’d ever experienced.

“I - Aaaaaahn - hope you take responsibility, because we are not stopping until you’ve given me your heir,” she huffed.

With her knees to either side of his rib-cage, she steadily raised her waist, unsheathed all but the very tip of his cock, then slammed her rump upon him. The force of her downward plunge was nearly enough to drive the wind from his lungs, causing his hips to groan under the burden, as she lifted and dropped her tush a second time, then a third and a fourth, until she was riding him like a behemoth cowgirl.

Swiftly collecting himself, he lifted his legs and braced his feet against the floor. There was no way in tartarus he was going to be bested by a fresh recruit, not to mention a mare, and he was going to prove it. Twisting his arms and pulling her forward, as he rammed his hips up as hard as he could, he wrapped his lips around an obsidian nipple and gently bit down.

Her rapturous cry and shuddering frame were encouraging to a fault, bolstering his strength like a heady tonic. She may have outclassed him in sheer muscle mass, yet he had sorcery on his side. Calling upon his sorcerous power, he augmented his strength and vehemently pounded into her from below. He may have been knocked down, but he was far from throwing in the towel.

Like two mismatched animals locked in combat, the pair went at one another with increasing speed and force - unfortunately, as minutes of furious fucking passed, Shining was swiftly outclassed. Though he’d maintained his training to a degree, the opulent lifestyle of being married to a Princess pushed his physique and arcane powers to the breaking point. Covered in sweat, with his hips and legs aching, his efforts to best her were tried and found wanting.

“What’s wrong, Captain?” she chided, mercilessly screwing herself on him. “I told you we - Nnnnph - weren’t stopping until you’ve made me a mother to be!”

The twofold combination of her ruthlessness and being overpowered wrought havoc upon him. He’d been brutally subdued after succumbing to her seduction, savagely held down and reduced to little more than a sex toy, and he absolutely loved it. Begrudgingly yielding, he surrendered to the unremitting ecstasy which threatened to overtake him.

Rocking back and placing her hands on his knees, allowing him to fully appreciate her huge, sweat-slickened body, she milked his cock like a seasoned veteran. “Admit it, you’ve always wanted this - a mare who can rival you in the bedroom.”

She was right, there was no refusing it, yet he was hesitant to confess it to her. Her imposing stature, magnificent build, and gorgeous body were awe inspiring, the sort of things he dreamed about with a mare, but her personality - by Celestia, her personality was the icing on the cake. The snarky humor and dedication to her martial prowess she displayed were as inspirational as they were endearing, having done nothing but grow his fondness for her.

Wrestling his hands free, realizing she was allowing him some sliver of freedom, he grabbed her hips. “I…I do…”

“Good,” she sighed, hilting him and coming to an abrupt halt. “Once we’re finished here, you will visit me every morning before inspection ~ is that clear?”

“Y…yes,” he wheezed, teetering on the brink.

He’d never thought he’d encounter a woman as domineering as Irọyin, yet it was as if the heavens had opened and delivered her just for him. She’d defeated him physically and mentally, being humbled by her might and seduced by her femininity, now she sought to break his spirit - an act he would have thought impossible had he not found himself utterly enamored with her. While it was rare, he’d fantasized about being subjugated by a mare; had he known a veritable goddess one would literally wind up in his lap, he would have spent more time preparing.

Forcing himself to move through force of will alone, he bucked into her. Either due to her amusement or the exhilaration of his meager attempt to continue, she set upon him with blinding speed and inexorable force. She was the embodiment of passion, a distillation of irrepressible fertility, and she would have what she wanted. As he ripe, furry balls, filled with virile seed, snuggled up to his groin, his stallionhood flared.

With her final plunge, entombing the entirety of his shaft within her depths, he reached his limit. As he threw his head back grunted weakly, she brayed out and coated his hips and lower abdomen with her climactic nectar. Wading into the waters of ecstasy alone would have been delightful, yet having her cum alongside him made the experience all the more divine.

Locking eyes, they heaved air into their chests and stared at one another. Judging from how hard her climax had stuck her, judging from her reaction, she’d enjoyed the encounter just as much as he had - nevertheless, there was something he had to do. Reinvigorated by his release, he called upon the dwindling reserves of his sorcery, heaved himself at her, and toppled her onto her back. In all honesty, he hadn’t expected to be able to upend her - that said, he was overjoyed to seize the reins from her unyielding grasp.

“If you want a foal,” he panted, flexing his groin and causing his length to harden, “you’re going to learn your place, Cadet.”

As glad as he was to have a lecherous nemesis, one who was all too happy to pit herself against him, he couldn’t bring himself to be her plaything. No matter what it took, be it more time in the gym, studying her to find her weaknesses, or merely being exceptionally forceful with her, he would find some way to earn her respect. Burying his shaft and nudging her womb, he came to a startling conclusion - if making her a mother was what it took to triumph over her, so be it.

Her squeal of delight was all the encouragement he needed, as he began their second round. He was late for his shift, Cadance was probably whiling away her time in the throne room, and the soldiery would probably start questioning where he was, but those things didn’t matter - heck, nothing mattered more than asserting himself over his newfound mistress. With his turgid stallionhood hammering into her cum-slickened depths, balancing himself on one arm, he reached forward and pulled her into a kiss…