Zebra Anthology

On his knees by the foot of the bed, Cheese fidgeted uncomfortably. Save for a pair of handcuffs around his wrists which kept his arms behind his back, he was completely naked. He would have given anything he could to move, but he’d been given an order - moreover, even if his arms had been freed, he wouldn’t have budged from his place.

“R…right there!” Pinkie wailed, the striped titan between her legs plowing her as though she were a field in spring.

He could see everything from his position, from his wife’s pink, lower lips clinging desperately to Oba’s gargantuan length to the way she writhed beneath her bull, yet the sight wasn’t a new one. Though he tried not to think about it, the scene before him was becoming increasingly frequent, several times a week at least, and he didn’t see such moments coming to an end anytime soon. Drawing his tongue over his lips, ignoring his leaking colthood, he whimpered.

The sound he’d made, though subtle, was enough to bring Oba’s wild rutting to an abrupt stop. He gulped and tore his eyes off the action, fearing he’d made some transgression. He was still getting used to his new role in his relationship, so he honestly wasn’t sure if he’d done anything wrong. Like many times before and many times surely to come in the future, he’d been sat down, forced to watch his lover get rutted, and he’d be set free once Pinkie and Oba were finished.

“W…why’d you stop?” Pinkie croaked, propping herself up on one arm.

Peering over his shoulder at Cheese, Oba snorted. “I believe your husband is jealous…”

Pinkie shifted and looked past the titan, her eyes eventually settling on her husband. “Is that true, Cheese?”

“I…” Cheese mumbled anxiously. “I don’t know…”

His answer was a genuine one. While he’d initially been jealous when Pinkie had brought the giant over for what he’d been told would be a threesome, his envy had slowly eroded away and been replaced by something different - something he didn’t understand. Any stallion in his shoes should have - would have been furious, storming out and ending the marriage right then and there, yet a cocktail of shame and arousal, paired with his love for his wife, had compelled him to stay.

“Come closer,” Pinkie cooed, beckoning to him with a finger.

Awkwardly shuffling forward on his knees toward her, he halfheartedly smiled. “Y…yes?”

With a grin splitting her muzzle, she gestured again. “A little closer…”

Again, he inched ahead and stopped. “Here?”

“Not quite,” she giggled. “Since you don’t know if there’s a problem, I want your cute little muzzle right in the action. How about you put your snout right where it belongs and lick my juices off Oba’s cock! I know it’s been a while since we’ve done anything together, so you should give yourself a taste!”

His mouth watered at the sound of her proposition, though for a reason he wouldn’t dare admit. He’d never been all that impressive for a stallion, being quite lanky and with a rather inadequate endowment, yet it wasn’t until he’d met Oba that he knew just how inferior he really was. Glancing up to the zebra’s face, seeing the colossus smile and nod, he altered his direction and crept nearer to his wife’s filled marehood. The first thing he noticed, beside the incredible size of the bull’s heavy, ripe balls, was that the smell of Pinkie’s sex was completely drowned out by the overpowering aroma radiating from the stud’s equipment.

He’d hadn’t spent all that much time around stallions, and never in a sexual setting, so the heady bouquet that accosted him sent his mind reeling. In the blink of an eye, his focus swung from his lover’s loins to the bull’s buried length and pendulous nuts. Leaning forward, taking care not to lose his balance, he brought his face under the hanging pair of cum-tanks that would inevitably fill his wife.

“Got a nice view down there?” a low, ominous voice intoned from above.

He swallowed and nodded, his nose a hair’s breadth from the zebra’s equipment. “Y…yes, Sir…”

There were certain rules he had to follow when Oba was in their house, and he dared not break them. For starters, he was to address the bull as Sir - secondly and most importantly, he was to unquestioningly follow the zebra’s orders. He told himself he didn’t like it, he did what he could to cling to the shreds of his stallionly pride, but it was no use - though he hated to admit it, he was never more turned than when the towering Zebrican was in his presence.

Remaining where he was, he watched in open awe as Oba started screwing Pinkie. The sights, the sounds, the smell - for Pete’s sake, he could practically taste the sweat and musk coating the zebra’s banded flesh. His backdoor reflexively winked at the spectacle, causing the toy in his ass to grind against his prostate and reminding him of his only way of getting off.

Once Pinkie and her bull were finished fucking like animals, he was free to do as he wished, allowing him to run off to furiously masturbate, but there was no way for him to tell how long that would take - mercifully, his loving spouse had given him a way to get some relief. For the last week or so, she’d started plugging him with a little toy to train what she’d endearingly called his cucky-bitch-button. Desperately clenching and relaxing his ass, he bucked his hips while he enjoyed the show playing out right in front of him.

It felt weird having something in his backside, making the demeaning situation all the more mortifying, but what option did he have? As he lowered his head a touch more, hoping to lap at the steady stream of nectar flowing between Pinkie’s ass cheeks, Oba squatted down and practically sat on his face. The heat and weight of the zebra’s taint and nuts against him should have angered him, although all it did was push him closer to his limit.

In a frenzy, caving under the unimaginable weight of his maddening lust, he licked and kissed the Oba’s package. He’d done nothing but spectate each Pinkie had been ravaged by her bull on their bed in the past, pushing him to his breaking point. Grappling with desires he couldn’t understand, a revelation dawned on him. While he still loved and cherished his wife, he was only aroused as he was because of the monstrous stud.

Be it from his servile and eager to please nature, the fact that it would be impossible for him to ever satisfy his wife again, how he was worshiping a stallion’s balls, or some combination of the three, he was shaken to his core by a climax of existential proportions. He moaned into the zebra’s nuts, huffing and licking all the while, as his weak, watery spunk dribbled to the carpet. Though it took him several moments to notice it, whining uncontrollably as he slowly came down from his ecstasy, his cataclysmic orgasm had apparently been loud enough to catch the ear of both Pinkie and her bull.

“Oh my gosh! Cheese, did you just cum?” Pinkie exclaimed.

Oba stepped back and unsheathed his length, dragging every inch of his slickened shaft from the mare’s snatch, and quirked a brow down at the trembling, panting cuck beneath him. “Yeah - yeah, he definitely did.”

With blurry, unfocused eyes, feeling as though his limbs weighed a thousand pounds, Cheese looked between the pair. “Is…is that bad?”

“Bad?!” Pinkie cheered, crawling around on all fours to peer over the edge of the bed at him. “It’s great! Now that I think you’re finally starting to accept your place, I want you to see something. Stand up for me, honey.”

He nodded and falteringly got his feet under himself. Rising from a kneeling position while handcuffed was no easy task, yet neither Oba or Pinkie made a move to help him. He’d been told to stand, so he was going to stand - that’s all there was to it. On shaky legs and with trembling knees, he got up and mutely waited.

Hopping from the bed, Pinkie came behind Oba and gently pressed the titan forward. “Sir, would you show my little hubby what we talked about?”

“Gladly,” Oba snorted with a twisted grin on his muzzle.

Staring up at the giant, Cheese found himself standing face to face with the bull. He’d always known that there was no comparing himself to the adonic, well-muscled Zebrican, but he’d never been this close to Oba before. The colossus was a full head and shoulders taller than himself, he looked like a willowy child next to the hulking stallion, and his stallionhood - heaven help him, he couldn’t even call his endowment a stallionhood when it was so close to a real cock.

“Just look how cute it is!” Pinkie giggled, squatting down and bringing her face between their respective groins.

Chuckling to himself, Oba shook his head. “Mine was bigger when I was a but a colt. How in the world did he manage to give you a foal?”

Pinkie laughed harder, straightened up, and plastered herself to her bull’s side. “Beats me, but it’s definitely not gonna happen again. After our little son or daughter arrives, you’re the only one who’s going to be making use of my baby-bakery.”

Cheese lowered his gaze, watching as his wife, the mare he loved more than any other, affectionately rubbed her lower abdomen. Given how often she’d been getting bred by Oba, it came as no shock that she was pregnant - nevertheless, the news warmed his heart in a way he couldn’t explain. Pinkie seemed happy enough with her bull and that she’d be a mother again, so that was good enough for him.

“Soooooooo…” Pinkie continued, smirking over at him. “Now that you don’t need that little shrimp of yours to have fun, how about we lock it away for good.”

Cocking his head to the side, he pursed his lips. “L…lock it up?”

“Mmmhmm,” she hummed, strutting over to her dresser.

Lifting a small jewelry box from atop the piece of furniture, she walked back to him and fell to her knees. Seeing her in such a position reminded him of when he’d proposed to her, asking for her hand in marriage while presenting an engagement ring, but the vision was fleeting. She opened the box to reveal what appeared to be a tiny metal contraption, beaming up at him all the while.

“Once you have this on, you won’t have to worry about the handcuffs anymore!” she cheerfully exclaimed, separating the device into two pieces. “Hold still!”

He didn’t move - couldn’t move, too shocked by the development to budge, as she slipped his coin purse and softening colthood through a cold, unyielding ring of metal. Pinkie giggled as she worked, pressing his flaccid length beneath the cap of the device and locking it to the circular base around his equipment. While he’d heard about chastity cages before, he never would have guessed he’d find himself fitted with such a thing.

She leaned back to appraise her work and gave a satisfied nod before peering up at him. “How’s it feel?”

He honestly didn’t know what to say. The steel of the contraption was already beginning to warm up slightly, yet it was growing more uncomfortable with every beat of his heart. Despite having cum mere seconds ago, he could already feel his trapped length struggling against its confines. Listening to the combined laughter of his wife and her bull, he looked up from his caged cock and to the pair.

“It’s…” he murmured, his cheeks darkening. “It’s ok…”

“Well I’m gonna make sure it’s more than just ok! Oba and I were kinda hoping this would happen tonight, which is why we brought a special guest to help us celebrate the moment!” she whooped.

“Cousin,” Oba loudly grunted. “Introduce yourself.”

Glancing over as the door of the bedroom opened, Cheese gawked as a second zebra entered the chamber. Just as powerfully built and imposing as Oba, the newcomer walked in and stared over at him from behind a bramble of dreadlocks. Seeing a second giant would have been jarring by itself, yet the stranger was already nude and sporting a slowly hardening cock.

“I’m Omiran,” the stranger rumbled, his voice like that of boulders grinding together. “Your wife and her lover tell me you’ve finally earned my company.”

Cheese gawked down at the zebra’s stallionhood, only barely registering that he’d been spoken to. Oba was large in every sense of the word, yet Omiran’s equipment was no less impressive. With a fat, throbbing vein snaking along one side, the brute’s shaft was so massive that it drooped toward the floor under its own weight. Staving off the urge to fall to his knees before such a primal god, he peeked up and into the zebra’s glimmering, emerald eyes.

“I g…guess so, Sir,” he sputtered, rubbing his thighs together.

“We shall see,” Omiran grumbled. “Get on the bed and lay on your back.”

Anxiously turning and pulling himself onto the bed, Cheese rolled onto his back. Until that moment, he’d only been an observer, relegated to the sidelines while his wife and her bull were in the chamber with one another, although it appeared that was going to change. He gazed up at Omiran as the colossus moved to the bedside, bashfully smiled, then yelped as his leg was grabbed and pulled. Suddenly finding himself resting widthwise on the mattress, repositioned with his legs held aloft by dreadlocked stud, he grew even more confused when Pinkie clambered atop him.

“There’s two of them and two of us,” she snickered, her tone taking on a playful, sinister note. “I wonder what a mare and her useless little cuck hubby could do to entertain their guests…”

“Useless is right,” Omiran guffawed, prying Cheese’s legs while leering down at the pony’s chastity cage. “I knew you said he was small, cousin, but you didn’t mention how pathetic he is!”

Pinkie steadily turned over her husband, bringing her slavering marehood over his face while on all fours. “Honestly, I think I could have gotten a smaller cage - actually, come to think of it, do you think we even need the cage? It’s not like he can do anything with his itty-bitty clitty anyways!”

“He can’t,” Oba placidly noted, stepping around and behind her, “but it will remind him of his place. He’s not a true stallion and he’s less than a mare, but that’s not his fault ~ is it?”

Looking up and seeing the behemoth’s cock kiss his wife’s drooling entrance, Cheese squirmed. The discomfort of the cage was getting worse and worse, his face was just below Pinkie’s soon to be filled cunt, and there was a zebra holding his legs open like he was some common whore, but he’d never been more turned on in his entire life. He flinched when a warm gust of air blew over his chaste prick, causing him to glance down his chest.

Pinkie ran a single finger over the metal prison on his crotch, before her digits crept lower, down his taint, and to his plugged backdoor. “If you liked the toy, I can’t wait to see how much you’ll love the real thing.”

“I’ll make sure of it,” Omiran intoned, squeezing lube over his cock.

Trying and failing to stifle a whimper as the toy was pulled out of his behind, Cheese remained motionless as the giant reached down and began fingering him. His eyelids fluttered, the voice hitched in his throat, and pre-cum leaked from his chastity while his p-spot was accosted. It shouldn’t have been possible for something so depraved to feel as good as it did, yet the unfamiliar sensation of being played with in such a humiliating way was undeniable.

There he was, legs spread while being finger-fucked by a stallion he hadn’t known several seconds prior, and all he could do was groan in barely kept bliss under Pinkie, his betrothed and the mother of his child. Though he wanted to look up and watch his wife get railed, he couldn’t avert his gaze from Omiran. He may have only just met the stud, but the domineering aura the colossus exuded made him feel smaller than he already was.

“Good little mare,” the giant fingering him breathed, slipping another digit into his winking hole.

On top of everything else doing on, being called a mare set his nerves alight. He could feel next to nothing through the restrictive contraption around his colthood, yet that hardly mattered. The sensation of being toyed by a stallion, a real stallion, took his breath away. As he raised his waist and fruitlessly humped at the air, yet more pre-cum to ooze through the holes of his cage.

He’d heard that there were stallions in the world who could climax from anal alone, the psychological stimulation of being used elevating the enjoyment of anal proving enough to make them cum, yet he wouldn’t have imagined he could be one of them. Driven closer and closer to his limit, wrestling with the unfathomable concept that he may climax, his focus was shattered when a guttural groan split the air. Tilting his head back, he gazed upward as Oba plunged into Pinkie’s awaiting depths.

In one of the rarer moments of his life, he didn’t know what to do. Until that juncture, he’d willingly and quite contentedly watched his wife from afar, progressively growing more comfortable with the fact that she deserved better than he could deliver in the bedroom, yet now he was more than just an onlooker. ‘There are two of them and two of us,’ the words rang in his head, filling him with glee.

Forcing a third finger into his ass, Omiran chuckled. “There you go. Don’t be afraid to moan for me. By the time I’m done with you, I’m going to turn your useless little hole into a fine pussy for cock - oh and one more thing…”

He leaned his head to the side and peered down at the stud. “Y…yeah?”

“Call me Daddy,” the titan snickered. “It gets me going.”

“T…thank you, Daddy,” he sniveled, his face going a brilliant crimson.

Merely uttering the words drove him closer to the edge, bringing him to the very cusp of another orgasm. Pinkie mewled and threw her ass back above him, unabashedly meeting every one of Oba’s increasingly forceful thrusts, while she begged her bull to ruin her. Almost insidiously, tormented by the phenomenal sensations accosting him, he shifted his focus back to the stud - his stud.

He could just barely see Omiran’s stallionhood, given that the giant was bent over, yet his heart pounded at the thought of having something so massive inside him. Wincing slightly as the zebra forced a fourth digit into him, testing the limits of his pucker, he did what he could to stay relaxed. If there was even the slightest chance of him accommodating the stud’s gargantuan endowment, he was going to need to loosen up - something the striped behemoth seemed keenly aware of.

Tenderly stroking his p-spot, the giant smiled up at him. He timidly smirked and held the zebra’s gaze, getting more flustered by the second, until things took a turn. Omiran withdrew his fingers, gave what sounded like an approving grunt, and stood. As the stud’s tool came to rest against his package, hammering home the difference between them, his heart skipped a beat.

“Beg for it, cuck,” the titan growled, smacking stallionhood against the pony’s balls.

“P…please,” Cheese stuttered. “I want it.”

“I know,” Omiran affectionately snarled, pulling his hips back and bringing his cock-head to the cuck’s hole, “and now you’ll have it.”

Cheese’s eyes shot wide, he cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and he clutched at the bed sheets he laid upon. Though intense and uncomfortable, the intense sensation was awe inspiring and broke him on a fundamental level. Inch after inch of thick, midnight black cock was ground into him, molding him to serve his new purpose, while his thoughts went haywire.

He came the second Omiran’s thick medial ring was forced into him, demolishing his prostate and cementing his place in the world. His life until that moment was a lie, a game of pretend, and he understood that now. Squirting thin, impotent jizz over his belly, howling like a lucky filly first experiencing the love of a stallion, he was reborn.

Pinkie climaxed and screamed above him, showering his face with her orgasmic nectar. The baptismal spray was like a release, the approval of his betrothed, and he basked in it. Showing no signs of stopping, Omiran grabbed his hips, lifted his lower half slightly, and began hammering away like a freight train. If the feeling of having something so enormous crammed into his ass had been a taste of heaven and hell, being plowed like Pinkie had been was like being embraced by nirvana.

His cries of rapture mingled with his wife’s, crafting a depraved symphony that was accentuated by the groans and heavy breaths of the two zebras. Having tried his best to be a capable husband for the mare of his dreams, he’d done nothing but fool himself since the day he’d sworn his vows to her. He wasn’t good enough for Pinkie, he’d never be good enough for Pinkie, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t love one another and be happy together.

Shifting one hand, he brought his thumb to her clit. Oba was perfectly capable of bringing her multiple orgasms in rapid succession, yet he wished to show his appreciation for her. As he rubbed her stuffed marehoof, she reciprocated his affection. Driven forward and back by each of her bull’s thrusts, she squeezed and massaged his coin purse.

“That’s - Mmmph - cute,” Omiran remarked, hammering away at Cheese’s ass. “Cum all you want, bitch, but know that your so-called masculinity is finite. Eventually, as you succumb like your wife, you’ll be little more than a warm hole for my cousin or I.”

Glancing past her swaying breasts, Pinkie grinned at her husband. “M…maybe you could - Oh buck - clean Oba after he cums.”

While he would have merrily lapped at thick seed seeping from his lover’s snatch, the idea of having his throat swabbed by a cum-covered pillar of zebra meat erased his refractory period. There’d been times when Pinkie had instructed him to warm Oba up, lubricating the bull’s length with his saliva, but he’d never truly sucked off anyone before. Burying his face in the stud’s balls, he put his lips and tongue to work.

With every plunge of Omiran’s stallionhood, he could feel himself transforming - not in a physical sense, but in a mental and almost spiritual way. The vestiges of who he was slipped away from him, crumbling to reveal who he would be. He wasn’t sure how things would work outside of the bedroom, if he’d still be expected to work and shoulder most of the household’s bills, although that hardly seemed to matter. In or out of either of the zebras’ presence, he would submit himself to them in mind, body, and soul.

His third climax struck more ferociously than the second, but only a few drops of thin spunk escaped his cage. He could feel it, the few stallionly elements he’d held dear departing him, and he welcomed it. The quicker he abandoned the false veneer of his marriage with Pinkie, the faster he and his wife would find real bliss with one another.

He slipped in and out of consciousness, cumming until his little, useless balls were dry, until a singular sensation overtook him. Tilting his head and glancing down at himself, seeing the immense swell of Omiran’s cock bulging his belly, he felt the zebra’s shaft throb. What little terror he felt at the realization that he was going to be bred, willingly surrendering any chance of ever being a stallion again, was surpassed by his need to be claimed.

Searing heat blossomed in his depths, Omiran’s bestial bellow rang in his ears, and the titan’s hilted length flared within him, heralding a new chapter of his life. It was a death and rebirth - the old Cheese Sandwich was gone, replaced by a sicophantic, obedient pair of holes to warm his Daddy’s cock. Struggling through the blinding ecstasy that threatened to consume him, he filled his lungs and gave voice to his true self.

“Thank you, Daddy!” he bleated, trembling from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. “T…thank you so much!”

It took every ounce of strength to speak so loudly and clearly, leaving him a limp, gibbering, cum-filled heap, but it had been worth it - regrettably, having confessed his thanks, he nearly blacked out. Though he’d like to think that he was only unconscious for a few minutes, there was no real way for him to tell how long it was. Seconds, minutes, or possibly hours passed in a dreamless haze, until he was awoken by a slap to the face.

He exhaustedly opened his eyes and found Omiran standing over him. Pinkie and Oba were gone, possibly having retired to the guest room for the night, yet his stud remained. Almost instantly noticing the semi-rigid, obsidian length resting against his cheek, he opened his muzzle and began mopping the zebra’s velvety flesh with his tongue.

“What to we say?” the giant hummed, softly striking him across the face with his dick.

Swallowing a mouthful of jizz and lube, somehow thrilled by the taste of his own ass, he drowsily beamed up at the giant. “Thank you, Daddy…”