Zebra Anthology

Lumbering along while pulling a cart laden with apples, Big Mac grunted when something soft and warm landed on his shoulder. He didn’t turn to look, he didn’t break his stride - heck, he barely even batted an eye, because he knew what, or rather whom had had decided to spontaneously hitch a ride on him. Sensing the weight on him shift, he knit his brow when he was fully mounted.

“Whew,” an impish voice from above crept to his ears. “That was one heck of a long day ~ huh?”

“Eeeyup,” he impassively replied, attempting to ignore the balmy heat radiating on the back of his neck. Reflexively lifting a hand to grab her ankle, seeing and feeling her momentarily lose balance, he grimaced when two soft mounds came to rest atop his head.

Extending her arm and grabbing the yolk hanging from his neck, his passenger idly fiddled with the piece of equipment. “I’ve been meaning to ask, is this uncomfortable?”

Throwing his head from side to side, he crested a hill and spotted the homestead in the distance. “Nope…”

The added burden wasn’t enough to bother him, especially since he’d carried Apple Bloom and her friends in a similar way when they’d been younger, yet his energetic cargo wasn’t content to simply sit still. A pair of heels bounced back and forth on his pecs, a carefree humming filled the air, and the load straddling his neck shifted in seemingly random directions, but it wasn’t until he was blinded by his load decided to cover his eyes that he came to a stop.

“What’s with that face?” the lilting voice tittered. “It’s not like I - Ooooooh…”

He knew the tone, recognizing the implications without realizing what was about to happen. Blinking rapidly and lurching forward, he steadied himself when his passenger spun around, hooked her knees behind his neck, and dangled upside down with her back against his chest. It took everything he had not to grin down at her, looking past her billowing shirt, exposed midriff and chest, and to her beaming face.

Shooting him a wink, she effectively did a hanging crunch and brought herself closer to him. “You were just wanting a better view ~ weren’t ya?”

He almost affirmed her suspicions - almost, but he remained quiet and kept his lips sealed. Her name was Ẹfin, but nobody, not even her own brother, called her that. Going by E for short, she’d shown up on the farm one day with her older and substantially bigger sibling, Ira, in search of a job. Seeing as how Granny Smith, Applejack, and himself held anyone looking for an honest day’s work in high regard, his family had agreed to employ the pair on the spot.

Ira, much like himself, proved to be the strong, silent type over the span of a single day, though Ẹfin was another matter entirely. While Mac had initially had reservations about the little mare, given her diminutive size, her nigh endless levels of energy and her positive attitude made up for her short stature and relatively slender frame. If he couldn’t buck the apples off a tree, she’d clamber up it like a spider money and start picking fruit - when she was unable to haul a full cart, she’d unload just enough to pull the thing, rush it back to the barn, then bolt back to gather up what she’d left behind.

All in all, Ẹfin, or Effy as he thought of her, busted her hump like she’d grown up on Sweet Apple Acres herself - that said, she could be quite a headache. For starters, she talked a lot, sometimes seemingly holding conversations with herself, and the only times she was quiet for a protracted period of time was when she was asleep - secondly and just as prudently, she didn’t have a modest bone in her body. Bras and underwear were a novelty, she’d routinely make passes at him, and she wasn’t above flashing some skin just to get a rise out of someone - all of which struck him as novel and more alluring than he cared to admit.

There’d been mares who’d been sweet on him in the past, complimenting him or eyeing him from afar, but Effy was different. The feisty mare was a perfect foil for him, save for his devotion to his family and his commitment to earning his keep, and she occupied his thoughts more and more as time went on. He’d weathered her flirting easily enough at first, shrugging off her frisky advances while telling himself that she was just teasing him, but had changed just a week prior.

With a harvest of an early crop of zap apples behind them, he’d decided to treat himself to a few hard ciders - hard ciders which Effy had apparently sniffed out and politely asked he share with her. Seeing no harm in letting her have a drink or two with him, he’d passed her a bottle, offered her a mute cheers, and started to relax. The good news was that he’d ended up having a pleasant evening - the bad news was that he’d woken up in bed with her beside himself.

“I didn’t think it’d get this hot so far north,” she noted, snapping him back to the present.

Peeking down at her, he stiffened in more ways than one when she began fanning her shirt. Her build was not unlike a triathlete, streamlined and tone, built for speed, and she wasn’t afraid to flaunt what she had. Feeling his stallionhood stir, he cursed under his breath and gave what he hoped she’d take for an irritated snort.

She twisted and released her blouse, letting the comparatively oversized garment fall over her bare tits while she glanced at his crotch. “Now I get it! It’s not hot because of the weather!”

As he quirked a brow at her, unsure of what she was talking about, she brazenly reached behind herself and patted the bulge in his jeans. Being teased or ogled was one thing, but it was quite another to have someone, even someone as attractive as Effy, fondling his goods. Lifting his arms and wrapping his fingers around her calves, fully intent on dislodging her, she clamped her legs tighter and wolfishly smirked.

“Grabbing a mare’s legs without even asking first ~” she chuckled, her voice dripping with sinful intent, “Big Macintosh, what would Granny Smith say about that?”

He wanted to be upset with her, not for the least of which reasons being she’d brought Granny Smith into this, but his annoyance grew tainted with amusement. There were perilously few ponies, stallions or otherwise, who’d openly joke with him, but she was one of them. Feeling her relax slightly, he watched her hook her thumbs over the waistband of her daisy dukes.

“Like Ah wuz sayin’,” she began in an out-and-out dreadful imitation of a southern drawl, “it’s so galdarn hot out here ‘cause you’re steamin’ up the place!”

Though he tried his hardest not to laugh at her, seeing her wiggling her hips and turning her nose away from him, he couldn’t help but chortle. Outside of her brother and a small number of zebras who’d moved to Ponyville, he knew very few Zebricans - nevertheless, she was unique amongst them. Maybe it was because she was relatively young, roughly the same age as Bloom, or perhaps she felt like she had something to prove - whatever the case may be, she was the definition of a boisterous, outspoken tomboy.

Affixing him with her heavily-lidded gaze, she flashed her teeth at him while moving one hand to the front of her shorts. “Speaking of steamy…”

He could smell her arousal even before she’d unbuttoned her hotpants, yet the ambrosial, exotic aroma that wafted to his nose as she unzipped her fly hit him like a ton of bricks. Ponies had different ways of relaxing after a long day, some enjoyed a long, cool shower while others preferred a good meal - for Effy, as paradoxical as it was, she liked to unwind by exhausting herself with indecent endeavors.

“Wanna get a closer whiff?” she purred, revealing her sweat-streaked, snow-white bush.

Had he not been drawing a cart full of apples, he may have taken her up on the offer - sadly, considering he had to get the fruit back to the barn, that wasn’t the case. Tearing his eyes off her groin, he looked ahead and continued onward. There’d be time to fool around after they were finished up, so she’d have to be patient until then.

She grunted in indignation, flipped around, and landed on her feet beside him. “You want to shower off when we get back?”

Faintly smirking, he nodded. “Eeeyup.”

“Well then, mister party pooper, Ah reckon I’ll see you back at the house,” she shouted, breaking into a sprint and dashing ahead of him. “Don’t take too long, stud.”

Seeing her smack her ass and stick her tongue out at him, he hung and shook his head. What in the world was he going to do with her? Since she’d taken Applejack’s old room, having moved into the family home once his sister had moved into her little cottage, he was around her constantly. She’d quickly wormed her way into his heart, yet her presence evoked an unfamiliar turmoil within him.

As he plodded up to the barn, his ears swiveled to the sound of running water. The noise instantly set off alarm bells in his head, making him wonder if a spigot had sprung a leak, though the reality was somehow better and worse than what he’d feared. Looking over and seeing Effy standing just within the expansive structure, he nearly tripped over his feet.

“Big Mac,” she bleated, dropping the hose to cover her chest and nethers, “didn’t anyone tell you it’s rude to walk in on a mare when she’s bathing?!”

As naked as the day she’d been born, her body glistened in the cool light of the cavernous structure. He would have turned away to spare her any embarrassment, had it not been for one small detail - she’d set this up as a trap. There was no possible way she hadn’t planned this, be it spontaneously or not, and her lack of dismay ran counter to her question.

He knew when he was beaten, when it was better to fold than to maintain a bluff, so he ponderously removed the yolk from around his neck, eased the cart’s tongue to the ground, and straightened up. While he had intended to give himself a conventional shower, the temptation of washing up with such a comely young mare was too strong to turn down. Turning his back to her and keeping his ears swung in her direction, he flicked his tail to the side.

She may have been an attractive little minx, but she wasn’t immune to the powers of seduction. Removing his shirt and throwing it over his shoulder, he stretched his arms over his head and flexed his back. Though he found her nearly irresistible, he knew she felt the same way about him. Sure enough, even before he could get his pants off, he heard her drop the hose and come sauntering over to him.

“Sooooo ~” she hummed, snaking her hands around his waist from behind, “you need a little help there?”

Glancing over his shoulder at her, he gave no reply. She’d successfully coaxed him into more lewd situations than he dared to count, taunting him until his stallionly instincts took the reins and compelled him to take her, so it only felt right to turn the tables on her from time to time. Feeling her unbutton and open his jeans, he allowed her to strip him.

With practiced precision, she pulled his pants and underwear down around his ankles. His semi-erect stallionhood flopped free and steamed in the cool air, countering her intoxicating bouquet with the scent of his musk, while she shuffled around his side to face him fully. Most mares would have considered a big, dirty, sweaty stallion unappealing - then again, she wasn’t an ordinary mare.

Without the slightest bit of hesitation, she pressed her cheek to the side of his hanging length as she reverently cradled his balls. “Hot damn - I swear I don’t know how you haven’t been snapped up by some lucky mare for so long.”

Keeping his eyes on her, he swallowed hard. Getting sucked off would be nice, bending her over and rutting her senseless would be even nicer, but there was something he’d been meaning to do for quite some time. Placing one hand on the top of her head, he stepped back and lifted a finger.

She paused and her mirthful expression wavered. “What? Is something wrong?”

“Nope,” he intoned, walking past her and to a stack of empty apple crates.

Reaching inside one of the unused containers, he closed his hand around a little box and took a deep breath. He’d known Effy for months, he’d watched as their respective siblings had fallen in love and started a family, and he was ready to take the plunge. For all her shortcomings, being crass and downright obscene at times, his coworker-made-friend was a constant source of happiness in what was otherwise a dull, uninteresting life.

He shudderingly exhaled, strode back to her, and sank to one knee. It was practically inevitable that he’d eventually find a special somepony for himself, yet he never would have guessed that that special somepony would have all but literally fallen in his lap. Extending his arms and opening his hand, he presented her with his unspoken proposal.

“Is…is that…” she trailed off as her eyes shot wide.

“Eeeyup…” he murmured.

Atypical conditions notwithstanding, his heart skipped a beat when she fervently nodded. Making an honest mare out of her would be a herculean endeavor, but he saw no need for that. He liked - no, loved her just the way she was, and he was overjoyed that she’d accepted his proposal. Bending forward at the waist, she brought her face closer to him.

He thought she was going to give him a kiss, something sweet to celebrate the occasion, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she shoved him off balance and sent him toppling onto his back. He landed with a dull thud and stared up at the ceiling, thrown off by the suddenness of her action, before she stepped over his head.

“Where I’m from, you don’t just give someone a piece of jewelry if you’re going to marry them,” she mused, gradually squatting down above him. “Don’t get me wrong, that ring is absolutely beautiful, but there’s something more important we need to do.”

Seating herself squarely on his face, she rolled her hips and ground her marehood against his lips. Feeling her lay atop him, pressing her breasts to his abdomen, he basked in her domineering glory. Her reaction was par for the course for her, jumping his bones if and when she was able, yet her mention of something important piqued his interest.

Bringing his hands to her waist, he let the tiny box fall and drew his tongue between her lower lips. To Tartarus with it - he hadn’t done anything but bought the ring for her, the ceremony was yet to be planned, and he felt certain that a pre-dinner appetizer wouldn’t hurt anything. Sucking on her clit, he earned himself a guttural groan for his efforts.

She was quick to react, lifting his cock to her muzzle and wrapping her lips around the tip of his shaft. Getting sucked off would have been enough to please him, no matter if he’d showered beforehand or not, but getting to eat her out while she blew him made the exchange all the more titillating. Her fragrance filled his sinuses with every breath, her sweat and marish juices danced over his palate, and the wondrous sensation of her tongue lavishing his length was all the inspiration he needed to forget about where they were.

Even though she was only able to service a fraction of his dick, slurping on the first few inches while stroking off the base with a hand, she gave as good as she got. Listening to her gag around him, sensing the tightness of her gullet around his cock-head, he lapped at her entrance like a hungry dog. His stoicism, his brute strength, and his imposing size didn’t scare her - on the contrary, they were things that had helped catch her eye in the first place.

“Gods ~” she gasped, pushing herself up and clearing her maw, “what do you feed this thing to get it so big?!”

He reluctantly withdrew, licked his lips, and caressed her side. She really really was one of a kind, in all ways but literally standing head and shoulders above every mare he’d ever crossed paths with, and she was all his. Seeing her crawl forward on her hands and knees, he went to push himself up but stopped when she wheeled around.

“Ooooooh no, you’re not going anywhere,” she laughed, pushing him back down. “We are going to fuck until you’ve pumped every drop of that hot, virile seed right into my cum-starved womb.”

Sweet, merciful Celestia - she had a dirty mouth on her, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Stroking her thighs as she rose up on her knees and placed her hands behind her head, he marveled at how gorgeous she was. Imagining what she’d look like carrying their foal, strutting around with a pair of milk-filled tits, a rounded belly, and maybe a little extra cushion for the pushin’, he grinned from ear to ear.

Trying to align his stallionhood with her entrance, she scowled. “But seriously though, why’s your - Nnnph - dick so damn big?”

Awkwardly getting her feet beneath her and getting into a squat, the only way she’d be able to impale herself, he lifted and bent his legs. He would’ve thought that she’d remember how to properly mount him by now, yet her eagerness would periodically get the better of her. Biding his time, he brought his hands behind his head, got comfortable, and enjoyed the view.

The moment her snatch kissed the tip of his stallionhood she threw her weight down and sheathed virtually all of his length. The sweltering, silken depths of her vice-like were incredible, but feeling her was only one facet of the experience. As his gaze shifted up from her stuffed, hairless entrance to her abdomen, he was treated to one benefit of her slight stature and svelte build.

Knowing where he was looking, she stroked the imprint of his cock. “You better - Mmmn - savor this,” she moaned, leaning back and bracing herself on his knees. “Once I’ve got a foal or three in me, especially if they’re your size, you won’t be able to see this for a while…”

Before she’d even finished speaking, she started riding him. Up and down, forward and back, she moved with a sensual grace that defied her vulgar nature. She could have taken any stallion she’d set her eyes on, wooing them and claiming them as her stud, yet she’d chosen to give herself to him.

He was usually the one in charge, plowing her from behind or when she was laying on her back, so the change of pace was refreshing. There were times when he wondered what she’d do if he was smaller or weaker than he was, and the idea of her dragging him back to her room to have her way with him was amusing. She knew what she’d signed up for, that he was one of the few stallions around who could pin her down and ruin her, but there were still moments where her hubris would bite her in the behind.

She threw her head back and mewled, cupping one tit and adding to the spectacle. He’d initially wondered if she was putting on a show when they were screwing, taken aback by how loud and enthusiastic she was, though he was starting to believe she wasn’t - if she was, she was somehow able to make herself cum on demand. Bucking herself on him, bouncing against his medial ring, she lurched forward and braced an arm on his chest.

“You - Huff - gonna lay there and make me do all the work?” she breathed.

Getting her to ask him to take a more active role was one of the many things he enjoyed about being with her, but he wasn’t about to make her beg. Grabbing hold of her tush, he steadied her and drove his hips upward. Her rapturous squeal was music to his ears, reminding him of the many nights they’d accidentally woken up Granny Smith with their amorous romps, and it stoked the flames of his growing lust.

Seizing the reins and wrestling control from her, he used his titanic body to full effect. She whimpered and grunted with every plunge of his colossal stallionhood, having the air forced from her lungs, while he steadily let his libido eclipse his normally tranquil demeanor. If she wanted it hard, she was going to get it hard.

“R…right there,” she rasped, her motions faltering.

He’d been with her long enough to recognize the signs, to tell when she was getting close, so he knew she was teetering on the brink. Pulling out all the stops and slamming his medial ring into her, jamming the head of his dick against her womb, he caused her to climax with ease. Orgasmic nectar erupted from her marehood, adding to the sweat on his legs and groin, but it wasn’t enough to make him relent.

One of the best, most rewarding things about her was how easily he could make her cum multiple times in short order. Showing her no restraint, giving in to his urge to conquer her, he set his jaw and gave her his all. As with most things involving her, excluding her chattiness, he was in charge when he wanted to be.

Pushing himself up on one arm, he kissed her cheek and prompted her to lift her head. Bedding her was a wondrous experience, but it was made all the sweeter when it went beyond merely bestial sex. As she unsteadily looked up at him, he shot forward and sank his tongue into her mouth.

Her second climax struck with his kiss, lending more weight to what he’d known all along. While it may have been in her own special way, she truly did love him for more than just his looks or his endowment. Growling while he made out with her, he slowly extended and lowered one leg to the ground. He may have been gradually reaching his limit, but he still had a long way to go until he was finished with her.

Waiting until she’d cum a third time, he threw his weight to one side and rolled her onto her back. The dust and hay on the barn floor, the fact that they were out in the open, their sweaty, heated bodies grinding against one another - none of that mattered. In that moment, entwined on an all but spiritual level, his only desire was to give her what they both wanted.

There’d been one thing he’d been wanting to try with her since their first tryst, and the time had finally come for him to drop the hammer. He’d pulled out every other time they’d fucked, hesitant to creampie her for fear of ending up with a foal out of wedlock, though that was no longer a concern. Reaching back and snatching her ankles, he drove her legs up and to either side of her head.

“Fuck yes!” she blared, writhing while he put her in a mating press. “Fuck a foal into me you big, magnificent pony!”

Screwing his eyes shut, he staved off his inevitable release for as long as he could. Visions of her in a bridal gown at their wedding, strutting down the aisle to take his hand while being heavily pregnant, assailed him and undid what his efforts to hold himself back. She was wracked with no fewer than three more climaxes before he passed the point of no return, although the gratification of bringing her ecstasy was eclipsed by sowing his seed in her.

He bellowed before biting her collar, elevating her bliss while he flooded her with his essence. There was a realistic chance that she wouldn’t get knocked up from his first load, or that she wasn’t even ovulating at the time, which was why her statement from earlier warmed the depths of his heart. One way or another, even if it took all night, they weren’t leaving the barn until new life blossomed within her.

Just as he began to slow, content to give them both a small break, she pushed his head back and peered into his eyes. “We…we’re not - Cough - done yet…”

Taking advantage of his momentary frailty, she freed her legs, kicked off, and somehow managed to get herself atop him. All he could do was stare slack-jawed at her, amazed beyond words that she had the strength to not only move him but to bounce on his still-throbbing cock. With a manic grin on her face, gyrating her hips and rubbing her cum-bloated tummy, she took the lead yet again.

“It’s gonna be a long night,” she wheezed.

He smiled as he languidly started thrusting up to meet her descents, moving in perfect sync with her. “Eeeyup…”