Zebra Anthology

“Ok ~ how do I look?” Cloud Chaser asked, stepping back and slowly turning in place.

Flitter looked her friend up and down, marveling at the black stripes contrasted against the mare’s periwinkle coat. “You look great - well, I think you look great. Do you think I need any more myself?”

Inspecting her companion from head to toe, smiling at the myriad of dark bands over the mare’s body, Chaser shook her head. “Nah, I don’t think so - unless you wanted some markings on your nipples.”

“That’s a great idea!” Flitter chirped. Pulling up her top and revealing her perky bosoms, she presented her chest. “Maybe a spiral or a little star on one of ‘em?”

Chaser squatted down, grabbed the brush from the crock of paint, and straightened back up. “How about you have a star and I’ll have a swirl ~ does that sound good?”

“Sounds perfect to me!” Flitter giggled, peering down as her friend drew on her right breast.

Tittering like a school filly, Chaster quickly finished the task, stepped back to appraise the design, then hauled her top upward and freed her left tit. “Alright, do mine next.”

The pair’s quiet laughter eerily echoed throughout the tiled chamber as their excitement mounted. At a glance, they could be mistaken for sisters, their ages, colors, and personalities being remarkably similar to one another, although they weren’t related - not technically at least. They’d been neighbors and the best of friends since they were foals, having gone so far as to live together and both work as cheerleaders for the Canterlot Crushers, the capital’s buckball team, so calling them family wasn’t that much of a stretch.

“Alright,” Flitter murmured, placing the brush back in the little urn of paint. “I think we’re as ready as we’re going to -”

Thunk

The duo looked over as the door to the locker room was thrown open, startled by the sudden noise. An absolutely titanic silhouette lingered just outside, its shoulders heaving, moments before it stepped inside and beneath one of the lights. Glistening in sweat and brimming with muscle, the hulking zebra looked down at the pair of pegasi and snorted.

“S…surprise…” Flitter croaked. Glancing over at her friend, she elbowed Chaser in the side.

Unable to tear her eyes off the tremendous swell in the giant’s shorts, feeling her mouth starting to water, Chaser gulped. “Surprise…”

They stood in mute silence, waiting for the mountain of a stallion to make a move. Things were either going to go very well or very poorly for them, so it was all they could do to hold their breath and keep their fingers crossed. It would have been bad enough to sneak into the Zebrican buckball team’s practice grounds, but that was the most minor transgression they’d enacted that afternoon.

To call their scheme harebrained would be an egregious understatement. They’d bought the sluttiest outfits they could find, crept into the locker room of their team’s arch rivals, and they’d painted themselves up like a pair of aspiring porn stars for the latest volume of Striped magazine, all for the chance of getting fucked by the hottest zebra stud either of them had laid eyes upon.

The behemoth’s name was Nyota and he was the biggest, most striking athlete in Equestria - possibly the entire world. Leader of the Zebrican buckball team, he utterly dominated the field and was solely responsible for the trouncing the Canterlot Crusher’s had received the week prior. Given all the whisperings they’d heard about zebra stallions, how the brutes were absolutely godly in bed, they’d hatched a plot to seduce the mountainous stud into giving them both a bit of action.

The giant turned, stepped back to the door, and turned the lock, then cast his eyes back at them. “Either you’re really thirsty, really stupid, or both…”

“A little of column A and a little of column B,” Flitter nervously laughed, removing her top.

Following her friend’s example, Chaser wriggled out of the stifling garment. “I mean, in our defense, can you blame us? After seeing you in action, we had to get in on the fun.”

Turning and plodding over to a bench, Nyota eased himself down and spread his legs. “If that’s the case, put your bits where your mouths are,” he chuckled, patting the bulge in his shorts.

Adorned in a tank top and trunks, looking like he’d just stepped out of a shower, the colossal stud smirked over at the pair of mares. He was just as - no, more intimidating and awe inspiring up close than he had been during the match they’d watched last week, but his harsh words and imposing physique weren’t enough to deter them. Sharing a glance, the mares nodded and approached him.

Flitter moved to his right, while Chaser went to his left, until they were upon him. They’d done this dance before, albeit with a pony stallion, and they’d strategized long before he’d walked in on them. Only pausing to slip out of their painfully short skirts, leaving them clad only in the zebra-print thongs they’d purchased just for this occasion, they attacked in near-perfect harmony.

Sinking to her knees before the seated giant, Flitter reached out with a trembling hand and caressed the growing imprint of his stallionhood. She’d had no doubt that he was well-hung, but even her wildest dreams hadn’t done him justice. Bringing her fingers up to the waistband of his shorts, she pulled the article down to reveal the ebony base of his length.

“H…holy cow,” she sputtered, taken aback by the sheer enormity of the base of his shaft.

He laughed above her and reached out to grab Chaser’s ass. “If you think that’s impressive, wait until it’s hard…”

She’d been thrilled by the thought of what he could do with her - to her, so the peek at his package was more than enough to inspire her to continue. She worked in a flash, untying the drawstring of his trunks and unbuttoning them as quickly as she could, as she hastily tried to free his tool. Reaching into his shorts, unable to fully wrap her fingers around his dick, she pulled his stallionhood into the open air.

Only snagging on his trunks for a split second, his cock sprang free and flopped between his length. Holy heck - he was even more huge than she’d imagined! Nearly as long as her arm and as big around as her bicep, the obscene appendage steamed in the cool air. Slick with sweat, glinting in the dim light, his lightly pulsing, gradually growing endowment sang a siren’s song to her.

She leaned in and breathed deeply of the heavenly musk wafting from his loins, shivering as her panties grew damp. Nyota wasn’t simply a buckball captain or a stud - he was a god who demanded worship. Drawing her tongue up the side of his shaft, giving in to her bestial urges, she softly groaned and reached for her nethers.

Chaser was in no better state than her friend, yielding to the titan as soon as she’d knelt on the bench beside him. Kissing her way up his abs and to his broad chest, she playfully bit his nipple he clutched and fondled her ass. As happy as she would have been to venerate him and lick every drop of sweat from his adonic body, he had other plans.

His free hand shot to her chin and lifted her face. The sensation of his vice-like grip on her jaw startled her for a moment, unsure of where his intentions lie, but then he struck. Dipping his head toward her, he plunged his thick, powerful tongue into her muzzle. She swore to Celestia - the impromptu kiss was almost enough to make her cum right there on the spot.

She closed her eyes and gave herself to him, feeling his digits wander around her waist. She’d heard that Zebrican stallions took what they wanted, taking what they wanted from mares or lesser males alike, and he did not disappoint her expectations. Lifting one knee and resting it on his thigh, she gave him access to the plump, barely covered marehood.

“Mmmmmm,” he hummed, pulling back and listing to the side to peer at her flank. “Are you normally this wet around stallions, or is this just for me?”

Shivering as he rubbed her snatch, she gave a shuddering sigh. “J…just for you.”

“You what,” he growled. “If you’re gonna come here and paint yourselves for me, you better show some respect ~ got it?”

She quickly nodded and looked him in the eyes. “Y…yes, Sir.”

“Better,” he grunted, pulling her panties to the side and jamming a digit into her. “Now moan for me, Bitch…”

She did as he asked before he’d finished speaking, pressing her tits against him while lifting her hips. His finger was almost as big as some of the dicks she’d had in the past, and he knew exactly how to use it. Winking uncontrollably, wetting his palm with her growing arousal, she ran her hands around the back of his neck.

His body was hot, fresh from the field she’d spotted him at earlier, and he smelled even better than he looked. Every other stallion she’d ever seen, let alone been with, was inferior in comparison to his commanding presence. Her soft whimpers raised an octave and she stiffened, as he drove a second finger into her sopping wet depths.

Repositioning herself, Flitter hotly made out with Nyota’s cock-head while she gazed up in wonder at the giant. She would have given anything to suck him off, to swab her throat with his glorious stallionhood, but such a task would have been impossible. Her jaw could only open so wide, in spite of what her enthusiasm would have her believe - fortunately, she wasn’t completely out of options. Lifting her arms and stroking him off with both hands, abandoning her pussy to angrily ache from neglect, she stroked him off.

Milking his dick as best she could, keenly aware that he was shifting his focus between her and her friend, she recoiled when a gout of something thick and scalding erupted into her snout. For an instant, she thought he’d had a climax, but then the truth dawned on her. Eagerly gulping down the mouthful of cum, she brought one hand to his hefty balls.

Each of the stud’s nuts was roughly the size of a grapefruit, capable of producing enough seed to knock up a mare several times over, and she was determined not to leave until Chaser and herself had made sure they were completely drained. As she palmed one weighty cum-tank, her imagination took flight. She’d watched and gotten off to more zebra porn that she dared to admit, but there was one genre that she adored more than the rest - breeding.

She and Chaser routinely discussed what it would be like to become broodmares for a big, burly Zebrican, and such discussions often resulted in a furious masturbatory session, which was one reason they’d sought out Nyota. They both knew that there was no guarantee that the gigantic athlete would fulfill their desires, but things were definitely headed in the right direction to make their dreams a reality. Almost reluctantly shuffling back, leaving glimmering ropes of saliva and pre-cum strung between her lips and the stud’s cock, she stared up at the colossus.

“S…sir,” she anxiously began, drawing his baleful gaze, “may we both serve you?”

His lip curled as he peered down at her. “Did I ask for you to stop?”

Feeling her hair stand on end, she felt a lump form in her throat. “N…no, but someone so incredible deserves to have two mares serving him. Double the pleasure -”

“Double the fun,” Chaser cooed into his ear.

His ire withered, if only just, and he withdrew his hand from between her thighs. “Go on and join your friend down there. I’ll admit, it’s been a while since I’ve had two bitches slobbering on my junk.”

Receiving a soft slap to her ass, Chaser snickered and eased herself off of him. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d shared a stallion with her best friend, but now she needed the extra help. Had Flitter or herself would have been screwed in more than just a literal sense if they’d tried to handle Nyota solo, but that’s exactly why they worked as a team. Coming to rest on the opposite side of the monolithic stallionhood as her companion, she made herself comfortable.

The mares winked over at one another, turned to face Nyota’s cock, and put themselves to work. Tending to a stallion was’t just making him feel good, it was about putting on a show. Fondling themselves and each other, while their tongues mopped the underside of his shaft, they only briefly paused to lavish him with praise.

“It’s just so big…”

“I can’t wait for it to ruin me…”

“Thank you for letting us serve you, Sir…”

“I wonder which of us he’ll fuck first…”

The sinful comments, paired with their pouting lips, skillful tongues, and graceful fingers seemed to do the trick, elevating his arousal to the breaking point. No more than a handful of minutes passed before he snorted and brought them to a screeching halt. Looking up at him wide-eyed, they remained kneeling as he got to his feet and nonchalantly stepped over them.

“Where’s that paint of yours?” he groused.

Scrambling to stand, Flitter rushed over to a nearby locker and retrieved the little crock. “It’s right here, Sir!”

Snatching the urn from her, he pinched the brush between a finger and thumb. “You two been claimed yet?”

Chaser got up and scampered over to her friend’s side. “No, Sir.”

“Gonna fix that,” he rumbled. “Ditch the panties.”

Neither mare hesitated in the slightest, practically ripping their thongs off with gusto. With their hips touching, they held still as he stepped toward them and squatted down. Moving with a speed and precision that defied his gargantuan size, he traced a sigil on their lower abdomens. The mark which he adorned them with vaguely resembled a heart with odd traceries around its interior, and the act of being anointed made them giggle excitedly.

Looking at them both, apparently pleased with his work, he stood and tossed the paint into a nearby trash can. “That means you’re mine,” he huffed. “If you’re decent lays, I’ll get some of the permanent stuff from a shaman - even if I don’t, you ain’t leaving here without a bastard pumped into you.”

“You honor us,” Flitter whispered, giving a small bow.

Following her friend’s example, Chaser did the same. “We are yours, Sir.”

Nyota looked past them and nodded to the bend. “Which one of you wants it first?”

Having hoped he’d eventually ask them that magical question, the duo leapt into action. Regardless of how big he was, he was only capable of using one of them at a time, but that was hardly a problem. Flitter rushed over to the bench, seated herself, and reclined with her tush hanging off one end, while Chaser followed along after her.

“It’s silly that you asked, Sir,” she purred, splaying her legs.

Straddling her friend, Chaser looked back at the behemoth. “You get to choose who you want to rut first, Sir.”

With their breasts smashed together and thighs parted, they gave him an unfettered view of their drenched loins. Any stallion who was even remotely straight would start drooling at the sight of two young, naked mares laying face to face with one another, and Nyota was no different. Grinning broadly, he lumbered over, lowered his hips, clutched the base of his shaft.

“Who to choose,” he mused, running the fat tip of his length up and down between their cunts.

“Sir, pick me,” Chaser mewled, raising her waist slightly.

Kicking her legs up, feeling juices trail down into the cleft of her ass, Flitter peered past her friend’s head. “No, Sir, pick me!”

“Guess I’ll just…” he trailed off.

Chaster tensed from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, when her entrance was forced open. She’d screwed herself on some pretty sizable sex-toys before, and even been fisted by Flitter on a couple occasions, yet nothing came close to the raw intensity of being impaled by something so enormous. She was filled in an instant, her womb essentially crushed by the stud’s prodigious endowment, and he gave her no time to acclimate to the intrusion.

Rolling his hips back and keeping one hand on her lower back, he started fucking her. Each thrust was slow and deliberate, his dick nearly pulling free from her before it was slammed back inside, and it was all she could do to howl out like an animal. The sensations which accosted her were unbelievable, on an entirely different level to any other sexual experience she’d ever had, overwhelming her in the blink of an eye.

Seemingly from nowhere, she was stricken by the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. Her rapturous squeal of delight reverberated throughout the chamber, while climactic nectar gushed from around his pistoning length. She’d never cum so fast or hard before, always steadily building up to a peak of ecstasy, yet he’d caused her to climax without the slightest bit of effort.

“Fuckin’ - Nnnf - tight bitch,” he snarled, pounding into her.

Had it not been for Flitter’s arms around her back, holding her in place, she may have been pulled off the bench by his backstrokes. She could feel her lower lips being drawn out every time he withdrew, her sex clinging to him with a death grip, before being stuffed back into her. She’d come to the locker room thinking - hoping he would ruin her forever, making sure she’d never take any satisfaction from sleeping with a pony stallion again, and she was getting just what she wished for.

Flitter scrunched her snout, jealous that she hadn’t been chosen to get railed first. The look on Chaser’s face was like something out of a porno, but she knew this wasn’t cheesy acting. Her friend’s eyes were rolled back, saliva dangled from the mare’s chin, and the only noises she could make were guttural moans or blissful wails. Pinned to the bench, the sensation of something prodding her belly tore her from her envy.

Twisting her head to peer down at herself, she came to a startling realization. Given the circumstances, trapped beneath her friend, she was feeling the Zebrican stud’s cock through Chaser. There were stories about intrepid, oftentimes masochistic stallions or mares who could accommodate something so immense that you could see their abdomen bulge from the intrusion, but that was only supposed to be from anal! Totally speechless, she couldn’t help but wonder how she’d weather the astonishing experience herself.

A second deluge of Chaser’s juices shook her from her stupor and reminded her that she wasn’t helpless - not completely anyways. Fidgeting in place, she wormed her hands between their chests and blindly felt for their nipples. She may not be the one getting fucked into a coma, but she could sure as heck contribute something to the situation. If she wasn’t going to be the one cumming her brains out, she’d do her darnedest to make her friend black out from ecstasy.

Screaming out, practically seizing atop her friend, Chaser’s jaw hung open. Unable to cope with the mind-blowing pleasure coursing through her, her sanity had been tried and found wanting. Her every nerve was alight, she couldn’t move, and she was absolutely certain that she’d be walking funny when she left the locker room - that was if she’d be able to walk at all.

Coming down from her fourth or maybe fifth climax - honestly, she had lost count, she rested her chin on Flitter’s shoulder and grunted with each of the titan’s thrusts. The moment she made herself even remotely comfortable, her head was wrenched back. Holding her by her mane with one hand, while savagely pulling on the dock of her tail with the other, she brayed like a beast possessed.

At some point or another, while her sanity was slowly stripped away, something clicked within her brain. All the striped porn she’d seen had made an impression on her, but now she fully understood why. The mares who she’d seen getting rutted by zebra studs hadn’t been acting at all - no, they’d actually been getting owned. As she accepted her fate, her foal-factory prepared itself to receive his inevitable gift.

Her mind reeled as his flaring cock beat against her cervix. She wanted it, she needed it, and she was going to become the mother of his child. Suddenly filled with preternatural strength, she pushed back against him and constricted her marehood around him. Though the chance was slim that he’d pull out before delivering the mother of all creampies, she was going to do everything in her power to ensure she didn’t spill a drop of his precious seed.

Draping himself on her and biting her neck, driving his length into her womb, he came. The sensation of being filled with what had to be at least a pint of jizz was the most phenomenal thing she’d ever experienced, yet it was overshadowed by the implication of what it meant. Though she’d fantasized about becoming a mother on many occasions, she could never have guessed she’d end up getting bred while laying on her best friend.

Feeling a cocktail of marish juices and cum seeping over her snatch, Flitter bit her lip. She’d thought Nyota would need some time to recover, a few minutes where she could suck him clean and prepare him for a second round - she’d thought wrong. He didn’t seem tired - heck, he didn’t even seem winded, as rose above her. With Chaser shivering against her, the giant repositioned himself.

“Your turn,” he thundered, plunging into her without any warning whatsoever.

She came purely from being penetrated, effectively having been edged while Chaser had been getting rutted. The orgasm was metamorphic, instantaneously forcing her to understand what her dearest friend had gone through. Her legs shot out, she locked her ankles over his hips, and she drew her deeper.

Who she was, the very fiber of her being, buckled under the crushing weight of unremitting bliss, but she wasn’t scared - on the contrary, she was elated. Climaxing over and over and over again, incoherently babbling her thanks to the stallion using her, she welcomed her role in the grand scheme of things. Even if Nyota didn’t keep them, she was certain that Chaser and herself would be exclusively serving Zebricans for the rest of their days.

She had no way of knowing how long he lasted, fainting multiple times only to be awoken by her own shrill yowls of ecstasy, yet things ultimately came to a head. The stud’s stallionhood throbbed in tune with his thundering heart, stretching her all the wider, while the head of his cock slipped past her inner gates. The absolute flood of his seed was cathartic, washing away her old life and ushering in a new chapter of her existence, and she wept tears of joy because of it.

Unlike with Chaser, he stayed hilted for several minutes at least, causing her gut to distend from the tremendous volume of cum he’d filled her with. Only eventually did he step back and unsheathe his softening length, but he was far from finished with her. Stooping down and slapping her battered cunt, causing it to clench and trap most of his seed from leaking from her depths, he laughed.

“Where’s your stuff?” he asked, leaning over to look at her face.

Wearily nodding, she pointed to a locker behind him. She and Chaser had come into the room wearing their street clothes and changed after arriving, not wanting to draw any undue attention to themselves, so what few belongings they’d brought were stashed away. Addled though she was, she watched as he turned and began rummaging through her things.

Chuckling to himself, he turned and leveled a phone - her phone at her. “Flip your friend over and smile pretty for me. I want to send the Canterlot Crushers a nice pic of my new cheerleaders…”

“Chaser, g…get up,” she weakly insisted, shaking her companion.

Chaser groggily opened her eyes and looked down on her. “Wha…”

Nodding in Nyota’s direction, Flitter pushed on her friend. “Just get up and follow my lead.”

Once Chaser had wriggled free and nearly fallen to the floor, sat up and offered a hand to her friend. They were both exhausted, covered in a mixture of sweat, spunk, and marish juices, and sore, but that didn’t stop them from leaning their backs against the row of lockers behind them, spreading their legs, and reaching down to show off their battered, cum-filled marehoods. Nyota squatted down to get a low angle shot, snapped a few pics, then presented them with the phone.

“Send it,” he instructed.

After pressing a slickened digit to the all contacts button, Flitter sent the picture. Her team, her friends, and a good many of her family would soon be treated to an image of her and Chaser striped and thoroughly bred, but that wasn’t important in the slightest. She dreamily beamed up at the stud as he stepped closer and presented his semi-flaccid cock.

“Clean it off for me,” he muttered.

Like a pair of twins moving in sync, Chaser and Flitter drifted closer to him and kissed his dangling length. “Yes, Sir…”