Zebra Anthology

“Woah there,” Applejack snickered, leaning against the kitchen counter while holding a hand to her belly. “Hold your horses there, sugarcube. Ain’t no sense in rushin’ things.”

Peering down and past her heavy bosoms, she smiled at her gravid stomach. She’d always known it would only be a matter of time until she did her part to add to the apple family, yet her life had taken a few unexpected twists and turns until she’d ended up with a bun in her oven. As her thoughts strayed back to the adonic giant who had won her heart and claimed her womb, her marehood grew moist.

Ina was his name and he was a behemoth in every sense of the word. Like many of his kind, he and his sibling had sought refuge from Zebrica and sought a new life of peace and prosperity in Equestria. She really hadn’t thought too much about the influx of zebricas in town, showing them the same courtesy and kindness that she afforded anyone, yet she’d been a bit surprised to see the lumbering titan meandering up to the homestead.

As sympathetic as she was, willing to give strangers passing through a few apples and a mattress in the barn to sleep on for the night, she wasn’t about to allow freeloaders on the farm. With Granny Smith needing help getting around and Apple Bloom having gone off to Manehattan to make a life for herself, she and Big Mac were struggling to keep their heads above water - fortunately, her visitor wasn’t there to ask for a handout. Before he’d even introduced himself, the striped goliath had asked for a job.

There were few things that truly impressed her, but she’d be darned if hard work wasn’t one of them. Just as tall and heavily built as Big Mac, Ina was a powerhouse of phenomenal proportions. Over the span of a single day he’d proven there was no tree he couldn’t buck, no wagon he couldn’t lift, nor loaded cart he couldn’t pull, and she’d ended up hiring him on the spot - still, his talents lay far beyond those of mere physical might. It wasn’t long after she rearranged the barn loft for him and his sibling, turning the unused area into a little apartment of sorts, that she found herself eyeing him while they worked alongside one another.

In an ironic twist of fate, he rarely if ever said anything. Almost like a long lost brother of Big Mac’s, minus the stripes and mohawk, the stoic titan preferred to let his actions speak for himself - that or give the occasional ‘beeni’ or ‘rara’, yes and no respectively, when asked a question. Big, strong, determined, and holding family in high regard, he won her over in less than a month.

Things started innocently enough, stealthily sneaking glances at him while they labored in the orchard or in the barn, though things escalated quickly from there. With her inexperience in courtship and his tacit disposition, she’d initially thought that making a move on him would be a trial - mercifully for her, she’d been wrong. Late one evening, having toiled through a chill autumn day, a magical spark had passed between them.

Closing her eyes and fixating on that fateful night, she suppressed a thrilled shiver. He’d stripped out of his sweat-soaked shirt in the barn, revealing his bare chest and chiseled abs before going up to the loft to get something to eat or possibly shower; there hadn’t been anything overtly sexual about it, yet she’d made some silly, somewhat awkward comment about how he could spare himself undue laundry if he worked shirtless all the time. He’d chuckled, she’d giggled, and that could have - should have been that, but that’s when their eyes met. She still wondered if she’d made some subtle move or had an expression that had tipped her hand, letting him know how interested she was in him, because he’d smiled and silently walked over to her.

She’d wanted to protest when he’d reached down and delicately pulled at her shirt, and she could have pushed him away as he’d unclasped her bra and flung it to the side, yet she’d done anything but resist his advances - in fact, she welcomed them. That night of raw bliss, entwining her body with his behind a stack of hay bales while trying and failing to stay quiet, had been the beginning of something magical between them. Though nothing initially changed after that impulsive, impassioned exchange, it hadn’t been long before her life took a turn.

In hindsight, she should have been shocked by not getting knocked up sooner, having never once used a condom or any form of protection with the big lug, although the news that she was expecting still came as a surprise - well, it came as a surprise to her at least. Having called a family meeting with Big Mac and Granny, she’d been equal parts annoyed and stunned when her brother and grandmother had laughed off her big announcement. Apparently the pair had known she was fooling around with Ina since the very start, hearing blissful howls coming from the barn and noticing her walking a bit funny on some mornings, which was both a blessing and a curse.

On one hand, Granny and Big Mac both supported her wholeheartedly, swearing they’d do everything they could for her and her unborn foal - on the other, it was more than a little embarrassing to have her closest family confess that they fully aware of just how intimate her friendship with Ina was. At the end of the day, once the dust had settled, everything had worked out better than she could have hoped, and she soon had a small cottage erected for herself, her mate, and her little colt or filly on the farm. She’d lived life to its fullest all through her pregnancy, working just as hard as usual until her due date was just around the corner.

Feeling the foal inside her kick, she was shaken from her thoughts. “What’d Ah tell ya about gettin’ ornery?”

She got no reply, though the sound of a door opening caught her ear. Peeking over her shoulder while listening to the sound of heavy, approaching footfalls, she smirked back when Ina entered the kitchen. Like many days before and many days yet to come, he was soaked, looking like he’d just stepped out of a shower, and the sight of him caused her heart to flutter.

“You and Mac didn’t work yourselves too hard ~ did ya?” she called, donning an oven mitt over one hand.

He grunted as he came to a halt and gave her a noncommittal answer. She would have been out in the orchard helping him and her brother - unfortunately, being in the final stage of her pregnancy, Granny Smith had insisted she take it easy and relegate herself to less physically taxing tasks. Shuffling to the side and bending over, she opened the oven and reached for the steaming casserole resting therein.

“Supper should be ready in just a few,” she announced. “Ah just gotta - h…hey!”

A set of big, powerful digits wandered down her back and to her tush, bringing her to a dead stop. A part of her was tempted to ignore him, purely to see what he was going to do with her, yet her pride and a lifetime of independence demanded she take action. Straightening up and wheeling around, she slapped his hand away and wagged a finger up at him.

“Ah don’t remember anyone sayin’ you could get handsy with me,” she huffed, glowering.

He stood mute and smiled down at her, as impassive and mighty as a mountain. In a great many ways, he reminded him of her brother, but that was hardly a bad thing. Doing what she could to maintain her stern expression, she locked eyes with him and scrunched her snout. There’d been far, far too many occasions when she’d yielded to his aplomb, stoic charm, but not this time - no way in heck.

His hand reached to her hip before she gently but firmly smacked it away a second time. “What’d Ah just tell ya? Ah swear, you’re…”

Remaining completely silent, he took a large step back, grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it upward. He may not have said much, but he knew exactly what he was doing. Slowly and downright erotically, moving with the speed of a glacier, he exposed his abs, brawny chest, and boulder-like shoulders before tossing the garment aside. The sight of his bare torso dealt a ruinous blow to her resolve, making her nipples erect and marehood slaver, yet she defiantly glared up at him.

“Like Ah ain’t seen that a hundred times already,” she snorted, having to force herself to look up at his face. “Shucks, at this point, Ah reckon you could walk around naked and it wouldn’t bother me none.”

It was a bold, foolhardy bluff, one she’d barely been able to utter while keeping a straight face, and she instantly regretted her words. With a smirk, he brought one hand to the front of his pants and flicked the button with his thumb. She told herself to turn away before it was too late, to spare herself before the siren’s song that was his heavenly body took hold, yet she couldn’t avert her gaze.

The denim of his jeans parted and was drawn down his muscular thighs as he bent forward and continued to undress himself. He kicked his pants over to join his shirt once he was finished and stood up to loom over her. She would have bet good bits that he had a smug grin on his handsome face - shucks, he might have even been on the verge of chuckling at her, but she was too fixated on his groin to tell for certain.

The sly devil was one of - no, the only creature in all of Equestria who’d figured out how to press her buttons. She had no desire for a stallion with money, slick talk, or the ability to take her on fancy dates; the only thing she’d ever wanted was a stud who loved her, cared for her, and was honest enough to settle down with to start a family - all of which Ina had displayed in spades. Clamping her eyes shut, lest staring at the bulge in his boxers do her in, she shook the lustful thoughts from her head.

“Ya finished now?” she demanded. “Cause if ya are, Ah gotta finish supper.”

He stepped closer and leaned toward her. Willing herself not to budge, almost expecting him to make another halfhearted attempt to grope her, she watched as his face got closer and closer. The scent of his breath and the aroma of his body was like a perfume, making her loins quiver with anticipation, yet he merely closed his eyes, pursed his lips, gave her a peck on the cheek, and withdrew.

She should have been thankful, realizing she’d been spared from what could have been yet another spontaneous rutting session, but the transient nature of his kiss was almost cruel. Her frustration shifted and intensified when he gave her a small pat on the head and turned away from her. While she didn’t want to be teased with some burlesque show, she was not about to be patronized.

Throwing an arm out, she grabbed his wrist and prevented him from leaving. “Now wait just a minute! If’n you’re gonna give me a kiss, ya better give me a real kiss!”

Her demand was purely self-serving, borne of desire, and yet she made it all the same. Softly humming and sinking into a squat, he wrapped one arm around the small of her back and pulled her in. The moment he drifted closer, planting his pillowy, ebony lips on her, her fortitude was sundered.

She didn’t resist as his tongue crept into her snout and past her teeth, succumbing to his whiles in the blink of an eye. Despite hours upon hours of manual labor, having worked nearly nonstop since sunup, he desired her more than rest or a hearty meal. Acting of its own volition, she ran a hand up his arm, over his shoulder, and to the back of his neck. He may have had her in his clutches, but she could say the same about him.

His soft, sensual groan was like boulders cascading down a mountainside, and it caused her hair to stand on end. He was larger than her by a fair margin, his physical might was beyond reproach, and she hadn’t the slightest doubt that he could overpower her with ease, yet she had nothing to fear. With a tenderness that belied his unfathomable strength, he held her close and slipped his hand to her rear.

She countered him in an instant, sliding one hand between them and to the growing swell in his underwear. While she’d had no intentions of getting frisky as soon as he’d gotten home, it simply couldn’t be helped. Clutching the base of his length, feeling the silken skin of his sheath against her fingertips, she shot back and scowled.

“Just so ya know, this is your fault,” she grumbled.

Chuckling lightly, completely undeterred, he kissed his way down her neck. Ensnared in his steely grasp, she wriggled and fought to remove her top. Buck it - it had been a few hours since she’d eased the burden on her bust. As she writhed in place, unsuccessfully attempting to remove her shirt, her temper flared.

Grabbing her collar, she tore her blouse open and popped every button along its front. There was a point at which she would stop caring, giving little or no consideration to something as paltry as mending a garment - after being teased so ruthlessly by the stud who’d put a foal in her, she’d crossed well past that threshold. He dipped his head while she shifted slightly to one side, allowing him to wrap his lips around one of her leaking, turgid nipples.

While there wasn’t anything inherently sexy about nursing a foal, the same couldn’t be said for having her lover suckle on her teat. Her fingers drifted through his mohawk and gripped the back of his skull, holding him close while his hand snaked down the front of her dress. Pleasing him would come in time, though not until he’d indulged himself with her.

She stifled a lustful moan as his fingers kneaded her drenched nethers. Though she hadn’t said anything, acting coy and frankly rebellious at his advances mere moments prior, her body betrayed her arousal. Bucking into his hand, yearning to feel him in her depths, she peeked down and noticed him looking up at her.

“W…what?” she sputtered, caught unawares. “Don’t y…you go tryin’ nothin’ - Gah?!”

With startling speed, he seized hold of her knees, and lifted her from the floor. She momentarily reeled, instinctively pinwheeling her arms and trying to steady herself before she was sat down on the countertop. Staying in a squat, he lunged forward and buried his face between her thighs. It appeared as though the appetizer of her milk had only whetted his appetite.

He carefully bit down on her panties and ripped them away, shredding the undergarment like it was little more than tissue paper. It wasn’t the first time that he’d ruined a garment in fervor, and she doubted it would be the last, yet she was still upset with him - not because of ruining a piece of clothing, but because she wasn’t able to appreciate the spectacle of him eating her out.

Pulling her skirt up, she leered down at him for a split second before she was beset with rapture. His lips and tongue were as amazing as ever, touching her in a way nobody ever had, and they chipped away at her ordinarily unshakable resolve. She was his mare, he would play with her as he pleased, and embracing that fact sent her into a frenzy.

She lifted and locked her legs around the back of his head, pulling him in and ensuring he wouldn’t escape. Humming into her and hugging her thighs, he peered up between her heavy udders and to her face. There may have been something more magical than watching a stallion eat her out, but she’d be darned if she could think of it.

The way he feasted on her, alternating between fixating on her clit and lavishing her depths with his tongue, was a taste of Heaven and Tartarus itself. She’d find herself nearing a climax only to have it snatched away from her; it was like he wanted to torment her, promising her an onslaught of ecstasy denying it until he was ready, and it was slowly driving her mad. With her thoughts clouded by carnal desires, finding it harder and harder to think, she set her jaw and pulled his head back by his mane.

“Now listen here,” she seethed, “if’n you don’t buck me and buck me right now, Ah’m gonna be right cross with ya ~ you understand me, mister?”

Prying her legs apart with next to no effort, he rose to his full, menacing height. Sensing the sublime heat of his length against her loins, she felt his stallionhood before she saw it. He was a paragon of masculinity, a veritable god amongst his peers, and seeing him towering over her spoke to the most primal portions of her mind.

He took the smallest step back, brought the head of his length to her entrance, and grinned down upon her. The time for games was at an end, and she couldn’t be happier. Placing her feet to either side of his thick neck, she hefted and squeezed her breasts. Jets of milk sprayed from her bosoms, showering over her belly, thighs, and his abdomen, giving him a moment for pause. Though she found it a bit silly, she knew good and gosh darn well that he had had a fondness for lactation.

As she lifted and jostled one breasts at him, a grin split her muzzle. “C’mon, sugarcube, don’t leave mama waitin’...”

Her provocation, while slight, gave her the result she’d been hoping for. Driving his hips forward, he stretched her open and sank into her. She honestly couldn’t say if she’d ever get used to such a monumental intrusion, but she prayed she wouldn’t. With just over half of his shaft entombed in her, he hunched over and gingerly nibbled on her left nipple.

The two-pronged attack of being nursed upon while he started fucking her was wondrous beyond words. She had no issue taking a more active role, loving to ride him or buck back against him throughout her pregnancy, but she loved when he took control. Giving herself only a few seconds to relish the sensation of fullness he afforded, she got his timing down and began rhythmically clenching and relaxing her marehood in tune with his plunges.

Gazing down at him, she trembled in delight. “B…buck…”

Even with their less than ideal positioning, being unable to take all of his stallionhood, she felt absolutely amazing. His length was like a piston, sawing into her while its bloated, fist-sized head scraped against her g-spot, but it wasn’t enough - it would never be enough. The hardest orgasm she’d ever had had been when he’d penetrated her cervix and pumped a virile load straight into her foal-factory, a moment she swore was what led to the conception of their unborn lovechild, and she couldn’t wait to give birth to relive the experience.

Slowing just as he’d started to pick up speed, he cocked a brow and glanced up at her. While he may not have been able to go as deep as either of them would have liked, it was clear that he wished to move to a more suitable location - a sentiment she wholeheartedly condoned. Looking over and nodding to the doorway which led to the living room, she lowered her legs and snapped them closed around his hips.

Without saying a word, he took her cue to heart. Bringing one arm around her back and the other around her derriere, he pulled her up, cradled her to his chest, and stood. There wasn’t a place in the house that they hadn’t screwed, even rutting on top of the laundry machine a handful of times, though they had their favored spots. Running her tongue up his chest and to his collar, coating her taste buds in the flavor of his sweat, she angrily clamped her stuffed cunt around his shaft.

It took him no more than a few seconds to reach the sofa, and he wasted no time after seating himself. No sooner did he recline and make himself comfortable than they both started to move. As she flexed her legs and wantonly fucked herself on him, leaving her breasts to sway and heave atop her distended belly, he planted his feet and pounded into her from below.

She saw no reason to ask how many mares he’d been with in the past, having assumed his carnal skill had been honed to a razored edge by bedding any number of partners before her, but she was beyond appreciative of his sexual prowess. He knew just how hard to push her, being just intense enough to drive her to the edge of what she could withstand, and this time was no different.

With a low growl, he held her hip in one hand while twisting and pulling on her right nipple with the other. The trace of discomfort elevated her rapture beyond comprehension and was enough to make her whimper with glee. Yeah, there was no doubt about it - once she brought their little filly or colt into the world, it wasn’t a matter of if she’d get knocked up again, but when.

“D…don’t stop,” she stammered while the tip of his length battered her womb.

He obliged her request and hastened his pace. His zeal was unbelievable and made her strength and endurance look pitiable in comparison, but he adored it - craved it like nothing else in the world. She’d spent most of her life thinking she’d have to settle for a stallion who was weaker than her, selecting the best that ponykind had to offer, so finding him was like a gift from Celestia herself.

On and on he went, all but forcing her to surrender. Robbed of her strength, she reveled in the rapture he delivered. Each of his thrusts drove her body upward and sent catastrophic waves of pleasure surging through her, bringing her to her limit over the span of mere minutes. It was impossible for her to say if there were any stallions in Equestria or beyond that were as incredible as him, though she had no intention of ever leaving him to find out.

Wrapping his hand around her ponytail, he pulled her head back and delivered the killing blow. She screamed in unfettered bliss, her body quaked, and a torrent of nectar flowed from around his throbbing length. He grunted in appreciation, but he didn’t slow - if anything, he doubled down and plowed her harder and faster than he had been before she’d cum all over him.

One climax bled into another, reducing her to a gibbering, convulsing heap atop him. At some point or another, though she knew not when, she’d fallen forward onto him. She clawed and caressed at his back, lost to the lunacy that was her ecstasy, until she snapped from her nirvanic stupor when he snarled and fiercely grabbed her ass with both hands.

The feeling of him painting her insides with his essence, claiming her and marking her in the most intimate of ways, was the cherry on what was already a divine cake. Though she was already expecting, the idea of him impregnating her gave her a final, devastating orgasm as he fell still and fitfully bucked his hips. She basked in her euphoric afterglow, savoring the feeling steadily rising and falling on his heaving bosom, though she knew the moment was finite.

“Y…ya think Mac and your sister a…are gonna work out alright?” she croaked, shudderingly lifting her head to look up at him.

With a broad confident smile on his face, he playfully squeezed her tush and nodded. “Jasi…”

There were things she had to do, such as finishing supper and giving herself a much-needed shower, but those could wait just a little while longer. Phenomenal sex aside, she genuinely cherished Ina and was grateful they’d crossed paths, but he hadn’t been the only zebra to come and visit the farm looking for work. Musing on her brother and his newfound love interest, she snickered and closed her eyes. While her mate could be a handful in both the literal and figurative sense, his sister was the real live-wire of the two…