Zebra Anthology

“Like this?” Pinkie asked, peeking over her shoulder at the seated zebra behind her.

Waving a hand and reclining his chair, ignoring his snickering cousins, friends, and brothers around him, the colossal striped stud smiled. “Squat down just a touch more and lean forward when you do it - yes, just like that.”

She did as she was told, getting into a somewhat awkward stance before she began dipping and raising her hips. It was a little embarrassing to be doing something so silly, giving her third attempt at what the Zebricans called twerking, but she was ultimately met with success. After only a handful of seconds, pursing her tongue between her lips in concentration, the sound of her clapping ass cheeks was drowned out by cheers of approval.

“Woo yeah!” she triumphantly exclaimed, smiling approvingly at the broadly grinning stallions surrounding her. “And you said a pony couldn’t do it!”

“Impressive -” Oba, the lounging giant, hummed, “very impressive. And you’re sure you’ve never done this before?”

Shaking her head, Pinkie straightened up and turned to face her host. “Nope, I pinkie promise!”

She’d been positively elated when she’d been asked to entertain at a Zebrican bachelor party, even if she’d been a little confused upon receiving the invitation, and she was already becoming the focal point of attention with the attendees. Unsure of what to expect, never having attended any sort of event for zebras, she’d brought the typical fare of cupcakes, streamers, and the most positive attitude she could muster. It had been a little surprising to discover that she was the only mare and only pony in the place, sticking out like a sore thumb, but that didn’t bother her in the slightest - if anything, standing out like a sore thumb was one of the things she did best!

“Come and have a seat,” Oba purred, patting his upper leg.

Practically flinging herself at him, she wheeled around, straddled his large, muscular thigh, and rested her back against his bare, powerful chest. “Don’t you guys get cold walking around like that? I mean, it’s not like it’s winter or anything, but I’d be super chilly!”

The ringleader of the party, much like all of the guests, was adorned in what she assumed was traditional Zebrican attire. Essentially naked, save for a loin cloth and some gold jewelry, the striped giants’ toned, adonic bodies were put on full display. She could see how being around a group of large, powerful stallions could make a mare uncomfortable, but she wasn’t particularly bothered - in fact, seeing them compared to her husband, she was actually kind of turned on by their company.

The titan chuckled, jostling her ever so slightly, as he placed a hand on her hip. “Given how hot you are, I don’t think any of us would cool off even if we tried.”

She giggled and batted a hand at him, trying in vain to downplay his complement. Being surrounded by stallions was nothing new, she’d been around more than she could possibly count throughout her life, but Zebricans weren’t quite like pony guys. The exotic giants didn’t just look different from other equines, being taller and more powerfully built, they acted in a way that was as exciting as it was foreign.

Feeling the stud’s fingers wander around her leg and to her inner thigh, she reflexively clamped her legs together. “Better watch those grabby hands, Mister! I’m all for having fun, but I’m a married mare!” she playfully snickered, peeking back and winking at him.

The stud’s smile didn’t waver in the slightest, as he shifted his hand and hooked a thumb over the waistband of her skirt. “I’m not surprised in the slightest that some lucky stallion managed to take you as their wife, but what’s the harm in having a little fun?”

“I know, I know,” she tutted, getting to her feet and turning to face him. “It’s a bachelor party and it’s your last chance to cut loose before you become a married stallion. Trust me, if I was single, I wouldn’t have -”

“Who said anything about last chances?” he smugly countered, pushing himself up. Towering over her, he folded his arms over his chest. “Perhaps there’s a bit of cultural miscommunication. Where I’m from, stallions and mares are free to do as they please, with whom they please, regardless of if they’re married or not.”

Taken aback by the statement, Pinkie blinked up at the mountain of a stallion. “Wait - really?”

“Indeed,” he affirmed. “If it’s your wish to do nothing more than mingle and grace us with your company, I won’t protest, however…”

She swallowed hard, realizing that every eye in the room was on her. “H…however…?”

“However, I’m sure that every stallion here, including myself, would enjoy a more intimate experience…”

Lowering his hands and stepping closer, he brazenly gave her backside a light smack. Feeling his thick fingers against her tush, she felt a blush creep into her cheeks. She loved Cheese Sandwich with all her heart, she really did, although she wouldn’t deny that she’d been getting increasingly turned on at the get-together. The smell of so many stallions crammed into a relatively small area was enough to make her lightheaded, her eyes met chiseled abs and loincloths everywhere she looked, and the shameless admission that the attendees wished for some hands on entertainment was more thrilling than it had any right to be - that was if it was true.

“Come on,” she tittered, spinning in place and beaming at the throng, “you don’t have to act like…”

The moment she lowered her gaze slightly, spotting the tented leather over nearly every stallion’s crotch, she fell silent. If Oba hadn’t been serious about his friends and family lusting after her, being surrounded by growing erections was the weirdest and definitely hottest coincidence she’d ever experienced. With the ache in her loins growing more severe with every beat of her heart, she wheeled around to face her host and gasped when she saw him proudly clutching his stallionhood.

Oba’s cock was even more imposing than the rest of him, being thicker and longer than her forearm, and the sight of it gave her a moment for pause. It was true that her love life had been lacking lately, both because of Cheese’s less than impressive endowment and because her marehood had become just a bit looser after she’d had her child, but that didn’t give her the right to go and get fucked by a group of huge, handsome studs ~ did it? Grinding her thighs together, she forced herself to look up to the colossus’ face.

“And you were serious about open relationships being a thing in Zebrica?” she pressed, her mouth beginning to water.

He nodded solemnly down at her and held a hand to his breast. “I give you my word that it’s the truth. Were you interested in indulging both yourself and my kin this evening, perhaps something I could do to make the event more customary for you.”

Excited murmurs echoed throughout the chamber, though she did her best to ignore them. “And how would you do that?”

“You may not be a native Zebrican, but we could anoint you as one,” Oba intoned, glancing to one of his companions and giving a nod. “Ponies are our distant cousins, we respect and love you all equally, and it only feels fitting to have a mare capable of bringing such joy to those around her be embraced as one of our own.”

While she was still painfully aroused, his words moved her in a startlingly soulful way. “Really?”

“I swear it,” Oba replied with a bow. “If you’re interested, please remove your - oh…”

Before he’d even finished speaking, she was pulling her clothes off. Darned if she could wrap her head around why a group of young, virile studs wanted to do anything naughty with her, but she wasn’t about to question it. Her shirt, skirt, and bra were hastily cast aside, until she bent over, drew her panties down her legs, and kicked the undergarment away.

“S…so what’s next?” she stammered, attempting to cover her rack with one arm while holding a hand over her groin with her free hand.

Maternity had changed her in a great many ways. She’d always been on the plump side, a byproduct of far too many sweets in her life, but having a kid had made her fill out in more ways than one. Her breasts were huge and soft, sagging slightly under their own weight, her belly was pudgy, and her ass was big enough to make buying pants a hassle, yet the crowd’s reaction to her naked body was anything but revulsion. Sinful remarks and approving murmurs crept to her ears, making her hair stand on end, while a lone zebra worked his way through the throng with what looked like a small pot in his hand.

“Next,” Oba purred, taking the crock from his colleague’s grasp, “I’ll mark you as one of our own. Hold your arms out to your sides.”

She did as she was asked, giving everyone in the room an unfettered nude, completely vulnerable body. A part of her was ashamed and nervous, recalling the vows she’d sworn to her dear husband just over a year ago, but a larger, much more overpowering part of her was exhilarated. Twilight, Rainbow Dash, and Fluttershy had gotten Zebrican boyfriends for themselves, and she’d heard all about how unbelievable their lovers were in bed, but now it was her time to find out what all the hype was about.

Sinking to one knee, Oba lovingly applied black stripes around her arms, over her chest, and on her legs. Each stroke of the brush against her fur was stimulating beyond belief, making her fight to hold still, and it lasted for several minutes straight. By the time he was finished, withdrawing and rising back to his full height, she could feel a bead of nectar creeping down her inner leg.

“You were beautiful before, but now you’re simply perfect,” he noted, passing the ern of paint off to a companion.

As she twisted in place and looked down at herself, stunned by how striking the stripes looked against her vividly colored coat, she yelped when she was scooped up and into the titan’s burly arms. She wasn’t a small mare by any means, yet he lifted her like she weighed nothing. Confused and hornier than she would ever dare to admit, she was carried to and gently placed on a table that had been cleared.

Oba grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the wooden surface, grinning broadly down at her all the while. “Considering this is my party, would you oppose if I’m the first to -”

“Wait,” she bleated, thrusting a hand into her afro-like mane.

She couldn’t give a good gosh darn about him being the first to plow her, well aware that the cream filling she’d be leaving with would rival anything that left her bakery, although there was something she had to do first. Pulling out a trio of piping bags filled with frosting, she quickly and quite artistically piped icing onto her tits, chest, thighs, and her stomach. Spontaneous gang-bang or not, it wasn’t a proper party until the Pie had been perfectly decorated.

“How very festive,” Oba mused, moving between her legs and kissing the tip of his length to her entrance. “Now if you don’t mind -”

“Just one last thing,” she squeaked, turning her head to look at the myriad of stallions surrounding her. “If I’m gonna do this, I don’t want to skimp on it. I’ve got two hands, two feet, two tits, and at least three holes, so I don’t want any of you to worry about…”

She went quiet as her head was grabbed and leaned over the side of the table. Staring down a long, bobbing stallionhood, understanding that the time for talk was at an end, she reached her hands out to her sides and blindly pawed at the studs around the table. She might be in a monogamous relationship - well, she had been in a monogamous relationship, but that hadn’t always been the case.

Before she’d settled down with Cheese, she’d had her fair share of wilder experiences in her youth. She’d been railed out in every position imaginable and some that weren’t imaginable, she’d been stuffed with diamond dog, yak, griffon, and even dragon cocks a good many times, and she’d developed a infamous, albeit somewhat secretive reputation for being an absolute demon in the sack - having said that, she was instantly pushed to her limit. As soon as the lustful studs understood just how willing she was to become their fuck-toy, they set upon her like a pack of crazed wolves.

While Oba drove his hips forward and sank his incredibly thick stallionhood into her, no fewer than five zebras started kissing, licking, and groping her. The frosting she’d piped onto herself was wiped away by warm tongues and dark, luscious lips. She’d initially thought they’d start screwing her in every possible way, using every part of her to get themselves off, yet that wasn’t the case - no, they worshiped her like a fertile goddess.

Her fingers wrapped around a pair of meaty shafts, while she extended her tongue and licked the cock-head bobbing just in front of her snout. As happy as she was to be with Cheese, there were certain things that he couldn’t do for her, scratches that he couldn’t itch no matter how hard he tried, and it was astounding to have so many enthusiastic studs willing to help her. It wasn’t like she thought about her looks that much, taking joy in merely making ponies happy with her party skills, yet the enthusiasm of so many young stallions rekindled the flames of a passion she’d long feared was dead.

Seconds steadily passed and her fans grew more eager, bucking into her hands or suckling on her nipples, until all that remained of the icing on her body was sticky, glistening remnants on her coat. The striped stud at her head shuffled forward, slipping his shaft into her maw, while another, particularly advantageous stallion got onto the table and straddled her torso. Her vision was filled by a pair of meaty, cum-laden balls, as the pack lost themselves to their mounting lust.

She would have been in a tight situation even if it had just been Oba stretching her open, but that wasn’t the case. With a stallionhood in each hand, one plunging in and out of her gullet, a fourth pounding her pussy, and a fifth being sandwiched between her breasts, she was overwhelmed in the blink of an eye - not like that was a bad thing though. Locking her legs around her host’s hips, clenching her well-trained marehood around his pistoning shaft, she practically fucked herself on her host while his friends and family made use of her.

If there was such a thing as heaven on Equestria, she’d found it. From the intoxicating aroma of stallionly musk in her sinuses to the raw intensity of having an insanely huge dick beating against her womb, her senses were assaulted on every possible front - even still, the psychological stimulation rivaled or even eclipsed the physical intensity of the moment. The stallions were a fraction of her age, they could have had their way with a younger, far less mature mare, yet they hadn’t - they’d chosen her. Lifting her hips upward, she shuddered when what had to be the tip of a finger kneaded her clit.

“Holy shit, this pony is a freak!”

“I wish I’d had a mare like her at my bachelor’s party!”

“Once we flip her over, I call dibs on that fat ass of hers!”

“You think she’d be up for some paternity roulette?”

Any one of the comments would have been electrifying, but it was the last that pushed her over the edge. The thought of having a bastard foal pumped into her, not knowing which of the nearly dozen studs who she had every intention of getting screwed by was the father, was too much to bear. Climactic juices erupted from around Oba’s cock, her thighs trembled, and she whimpered around the stallionhood in her snout.

The stallion she’d been languidly sucking off took full advantage of the situation, sinking his length down her gullet. Her eyes watered uncontrollably, she could feel her throat bulge from the immense intrusion, and her battered cunt spasmed uncontrollably, yet her lovers gave her no quarter. Struggling to recover, awash in ecstasy, she did the only reasonable thing a mare in her position would do - she did everything she could to pleasure the studs.

While it wasn’t her first time sexually juggling more than a single stallion at once, she found the task of stroking and sucking a trio of studs, while getting tit-fucked and plowed by another pair, beyond taxing. If she hadn’t felt as incredible as she had, rebounding from her first climax and skyrocketing towards a second, things may have been different - sadly for her, she’d never know. She took sips of air when she could, blinded by the plump, black balls smacking against her eyes, as the group chuckled and jeered.

She tried - stars above, she tried to keep pace with her admirers, but she never stood a chance. As she was rocked by a second orgasm, her strength withered away. She instantly realized why her friends had taken Zebrican lovers, only then understanding why the huge, brutish studs were renowned for their carnal prowess, and a pang of envy shot through her. It wasn’t fair, why was she the only one of the Elements who couldn’t get a real stud for herself?”

The sensation of Oba flaring within her brought her back from the present, even if she was still completely immobilized. She knew what was going to happen, that he was going to flood her foal-factory with his potent essence, but she wanted it - she needed it. Forcing her limbs to obey her, she held the titan to herself as he hilted every amazing inch of his length into her depths.

There was no way for her to know if it was a safe day or not, having stopped tracking her fertility cycle ages ago, although she wasn’t concerned in the slightest. Feeling him withdraw after several fleeting seconds, relishing the sensation of his cum leaking from her gaped entrance, she groaned when a second stallion stepped in and took her place. A lot of stallions were reluctant to help themselves to sloppy seconds, but apparently that sentiment wasn’t held by Zebricans.

She was the eye of the storm, the focus of all the partygoers’ lecherous wants, and she loved it. The hands on her head tightened and the stud growled above her, sending the first few shots of his cum straight into her stomach, before he stepped back and painted her face with his spunk. Wasting no time, only catching a glimpse of his lipstick-streaked tool, she lifted her head and started sucking off the stud plowing her rack.

A party was a party, and it was her Celestia-given right to make sure that everyone had a good time and left with smiles on their faces. The shaft in her right hand pulsed wildly and a moan cut through the air, as hot, thick spunk splashed over her arm, shoulder, and her cheek. Now with one limb and her head free, she grabbed the ass of the nameless stud straddling her and made out with his cock.

She really did miss moments like these - so much so that the thought of going home to her husband, a notion which almost always made her happy, grew tainted with regret. If she was still single, she’d be able to do this more often - heck, she could probably do it all the time, but that was a pipe dream. She was married, she had a child, and she had expectations to fulfill. There’d be no way for her to do this again in the future, unless…

Waiting until the zebra rutting tits had cum, swallowing most of his load while spilling the rest on her cleavage, she looked over at Oba. “H…hey - Cough - Oba.”

He peaked a brow over at her as the stallion she was jacking off reached his limit. “Yes?”

“Do you think any of your friends would - um - maybe want to hire me for their parties?” she asked.

With a small shrug, he lowered and shook his head. “I’m sure they would, but what of your husband?”

Reinvigorated by what may have been the most depraved idea she’d ever had, finding herself thankful that the stallion screwing her wasn’t nearly as well-hung as Oba, she bashfully rubbed the back of her neck. “He’s a party pony too, so I’m s…sure he’d understand…”

“I see,” the colossus muttered, his eyes twinkling in the dim light overhead. “We can discuss this after we’re through with you tonight. And Pinkie?”

She twisted one nipple and furiously massaged her clit, desperate for another climax, yet she peered up and over at the giant. “Y…yeah?”

“Since this is my party, I’m going to flush all my companion’s seed out of you with my essence. By the time you leave, the only cum dripping out of you will be mine,” he snorted.

The stallion railing her lasted no more than another minute, braying and snarling as he came, which gave her time to get ready for the real fun. Sitting up before another stud could get into position, she unsteadily slipped from the table and stood. There was more than one way to take multiple dicks at one time, and she was about to teach these guys just how to do it.

“A…alright,” she wheezed, pointing to the floor. “One of you lay down on your back so I can ride you, then someone can fuck my ass and my face.”

Though the throng hesitated for a moment, her bold proclamation sent them into a frenzy. Stallions shoved one another, arguments broke out, and threats were leveled, until one of them, a particularly large zebra, flung himself onto the floor. She wasted no time mounting her next suitor, impaling herself with ease, and began wantonly bouncing on him.

The rest of the gang joined their companion in a flash. A cock was driven into her backside, another slipped into her muzzle, and another pair occupied her hands, while she became a dervish of activity. She may have been older and out of shape compared to the partygoers, but she had one thing they didn’t - experience.

Her grasp of time grew tenuous, weathering one climax after another, as she succumbed to her neglected amorous urges. In contrast to the pony stallions she’d been with in the past, each of the Zebrican studs was a veritable paragon of vitality. The brutes lasted several rounds a piece, giving themselves just enough time to recover before they started screwing her again, leaving her unable to recuperate or catch her breath.

Though she couldn’t tell how long she’d stayed at the party, having been plowed on virtually every piece of furniture in the place, things eventually calmed down after what felt like a small eternity. Laying in a pool of jizz, sweat, and her marish juices, staring up at the ceiling, she heaved air into her chest. She’d been glazed in spunk from head to toe, but that didn’t compare to the amount of cum that was in her.

She peeked down at her belly and grinned, reminded of the view from when she’d been pregnant. The tales she’d been told about zebras’ productivity hadn’t done them justice. A single climax from any one of the striped studs was comparable to several loads from a pony stallion, making her all the more enamored with the exotic giants. Seeing a movement near her feet, she looked up as Oba stooped down and grabbed her ankles.

“I told you ~ didn’t I?” he chuckled, driving her legs up and to either side of her head as he knelt down.

Seeing his unbelievably massive cock resting against her tender, swollen pussy, she warily smirked. She was well past the point of being satisfied, but the notion of being locked in a mating press and used as a cum-dump was simply too good to pass up. He rocked his hips back, brought his stallionhood to bear, and slid into her welcoming, worn out cunt, causing her to mewl in glee.

She was going to be sore, she would definitely be limping home, and she might be giving ‘Lil Cheese a half-brother or sister, but those concerns paled in comparison to the rapture and the ecstasy of the night she’d had. As Oba loomed over her and started to rut her, each thrust of his dick sending gouts of cum from her quivering marehood, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She couldn’t remember having so much fun, having grown too used to her husband’s floundering attempts at sex, and she had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

Cheese Sandwich would understand her - if he didn’t, she’d make him understand. He may have had a few shortcomings in the lovemaking department, but that didn’t mean she was planning on leaving him - on the contrary, he was going to play a pivotal part with her new, exotic clientele. The titan above her leaned in and locked lips with her, pressing his tongue past her lips and into her snout, and she gave herself to him. Yeah - she might have been married, but that meant she could get her hubby in on the fun…