Zebra Anthology

“Alright, alright,” Apple Bloom contentedly sighed, strolling out of the kitchen, “Ah’m comin’.”

Stopping by a crib sat in her living room, she smiled down at her child. Covered in black and white stripes, with the smallest tuft of a mohawk atop his little head, the cooing baby looked up at her with big, ice-blue eyes and reached for her. Had she not known better, she could have sworn the adorable colt was a full-blooded zebra, but that wasn’t the case.

Leaning over and gently plucking the foal from its crib, she beamed. “C’mon, let’s get you some breakfast.

She turned, stepped over to the sofa, and seated herself with a labored grunt. Her life had changed a lot over the last year and been full of twists and turns, yet she was happier than she’d ever been. She’d found a lover, she’d given birth to a wondrous colt, and her family had converted the loft above the barn into a full-fledged home for her and her growing family - a family that would soon be getting even bigger. Pulling her shirt upward, she peered past her heavy, leaking bosoms and to her rounded belly.

“Now don’t you go bitin’, Inkosi,” she tutted, bringing the bab to her right breast.

As her foal’s snout met her teat, he latched on and instantly began to nurse. He was a healthy eater, already larger and heavier for a pony his age, and she had no doubt that he’d be taking after his father. The thought of her mate, the Zebrican who’d won her heart and claimed her womb, never failed to warm her heart - not just because she loved him dearly, but because he’d made an honest mare out of her.

It wasn’t two years prior that she’d been an absolute mess. Days after she’d turned eighteen, she’d dropped out of school and gleefully flung herself into her chosen profession - producing the most depraved, fetishized striped porn that anyone could imagine. The influx of zebras had made quite a market for adult material involving the big, unimaginably well-hung studs, and she, as well as Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, had found their calling being railed out on camera.

Having sex with a zebra was phenomenal, not even remotely similar to being bedded by a pony stallion, which was exactly why she and her friends had chosen her perverse profession; the money had been good, she barely considered it work, and she always - always ended up having the most mind-melting orgasms imaginable. She would have kept her job as a porn star, had it not been for one small development - she’d fallen for one of her fellow performers. From the moment she watched Ubaba strut onto set, she knew she’d found the one.

Her friends had told her she’d been crazy to want to date a fellow adult film actor, but that hadn’t stopped her from asking him out for dinner. To her pleasant surprise, he’d accepted her offer and taken her on an absolutely incredible date, then a second and a third, before they were seeing each other constantly. The more time they spent together, the closer they became - the closer they became, the less interest they had in giving their bodies to anyone but one another. Eventually, after several months had passed, they bid their careers adieu and moved back to Sweet Apple Acres.

Granny Smith had been elated to give Ubaba a job, thankful to have another strong back around for all the manual labor, and her siblings were happy to have him around. The colossus was as big-hearted as he was soft-spoken, very similar to her brother Big Macintosh, and he was welcomed by her family like he’d been an Apple all along - of course it helped that she’d been expecting at the time, having given up the use of contraceptives when she’d stopped slinging leg for cash, but she felt certain that he would have won over her kin regardless. A pang of pain and pleasure rocked her from her memories and caused her to peer at the foal cradled in her arm.

“Ah told ya not to bite, darn it,” she playfully chastised, tussling the colt’s mane.

She’d never given motherhood much thought when she was younger, oftentimes waxing poetic about how she wouldn’t ever be held down by having a kid or getting married, although that had been prior to her meeting the love of her life. Ubaba hadn’t tried to hide his desire to sire a foal or two with her, going on and on about how they’d be fantastic parents, and he’d ultimately wooed her on the subject. There was no actual way she could tell when she’d been knocked up, having unprotected sex with him on a near-daily basis, but she liked to think it was on the night of her nineteenth birthday.

While she’d been a bit nervous when she’d found out she was expecting, after getting checked out by her family doctor and getting confirmation, she’d loved every single day of her pregnancy. The morning sickness she’d dreaded was barely an issue, the aching feet never bothered her, and the weight she’d packed on had only accentuated her curves and given her a tremendous boost in confidence, yet all those paled in comparison to the day she’d brought Inkosi into the world. Maybe it was because of her family’s lineage, growing up on a farm, or some combination of the two, but the joy of giving birth and continuing her bloodline had been anything but debilitating - in fact, it had been thrilling.

Shifting the baby in her arm, she reclined on the sofa and spread her legs. She didn’t wear much when she was around the house, typically one of Ubaba’s huge t-shirts and a pair of panties, but that was for a number of reasons. Lactating made her breasts extremely sensitive, to the point where she’d often ask her stud to suck them when they were getting frisky, but the bigger issue was she didn’t want to constantly drench her bras with milk. She slid forward slightly and allowed her moist, humid panties to get some air, while her free hand crept down her side and to her hip.

Though she did know a small number of mothers in Ponyville, the last thing she was going to do was to ask them if it was normal to get aroused while being nursed on by a foal. The physical stimulation of having her nipples played with had always been a turn-on for her, yet that enjoyment had grown by an order of magnitude now that she was a mother. Slipping her fingers into her panties, she gnawed her lip and massaged her aching marehood.

She hated to admit it, but getting off while feeding her foal had become a relatively common occurrence. It wasn’t that Ubaba didn’t tend to her sensual needs, ensuring she was always satisfied in his company, but that was the problem - he wasn’t around to tend to her needs. Her big, affectionate stud, Celestia bless him, was out in the orchard preparing for the fall harvest, leaving her to her own devices for the next several hours.

Lifting a leg and placing her heel on the coffee table, she pulled her panties to the side and drew a finger between her lower lips. Masturbating, as shameful as it was, only barely managed to scratch her carnal itch. After all the zebras she’d been fucked by over the years, not to the utterly massive stallionhood she got filled with practicality every night, using her hand was almost laughable; even the dildo she kept in her underwear drawer, a toy she’d used to warm herself up before shoots, couldn’t hold a candle to the genuine article. Rubbing her clit and bucking into her hand, taking care to keep her foal steady, she rolled her head back and lightly groaned.

A part of her missed being in front of a camera, screaming in rapture while being railed by two or even three striped studs at a time, although she’d put that life of hedonism behind her. Now that she was in a real relationship, she didn’t have to worry about prettying herself up every day, she regularly got to see her siblings and grandmother, and the quietness of the farm was far more relaxing than the hustle and bustle of Manehattan where she’d lived and worked. As she effortlessly sank three digits into herself, focusing on getting a bit of relief, she failed to notice the sound of heavy footfalls moving up the stairs and toward the front door.

A soft moan escaped her, she bucked into her hand, and she held her foal to her heavy tit, gradually losing herself to her desires, when she came to an abrupt stop. Her ears swiveled to the entryway and her heart skipped a beat, hearing the door crack open. Considering she lived on the very farm she’d grown up on, miles away from Ponyville, the only time she locked up was if she, her lover, and her family were leaving the homestead vacant for more than a few hours. Withdrawing her hand and jamming a pillow between her legs, lest someone stumble in and see what she’d been doing, she straightened up and tried to make herself presentable.

“Hope I’m not interrupting any…” Ubaba trailed off as his eyes settled on her.

She timidly smiled back at him, feigning innocence. Fortunately, she’d only been walked in on by her mate - unfortunately, seeing a knowing smile slowly split his features, he knew what she’d been up to. Though she’d only been at it for a few minutes at most, she could tell that she was blushing, she’d worked up a bit of a sweat, and she wouldn’t be shocked if the room smelled of sex. Covering her left bosom, she waved at him.

“Y’all done for the day already?” she inquired, her voice shaking ever so slightly. “Ah figured y’all’d be out there for -”

“It’ll be another few hours, yes, although there are such things as lunch breaks,” he interrupted, crossing to the sofa.

Craning her neck, she gazed up at him in wonder. Both tall and exquisitely muscular, he was the definition of a gentle giant - well, gentle most of the time. While she’d never seen him truly angry, the raw power he wielded in bed left nothing to be desired - so much so that she’d had to ask Big Mac to reinforce their bed. Her eyes wandered from his adonic face, down his glistening, chiseled chest and abs, and to his groin, before she pursed her lips and shook her head to dislodge the insidious, lecherous thoughts from her mind.

“Heh - yeah,” she nervously laughed, swinging her attention back to her foal. “Ah reckon you and your father really are alike.”

He nodded and came to a halt by her side, towering over her. “I suppose we are - then again, I’m sure our daughter will take after you.”

Making a concerted effort not to look up at him or the tremendous bulge in his shorts, she shrugged. “We’ll have to see about that one. Honestly, between the two of us, I’m a little nervous about having our daughter.”

“Worried she’ll end up with your tastes?” he joked, slowly sinking to one knee.

“Naw - well, yeah, kinda,” she admitted, recalling some of her wilder experiences when she’d blossomed into adulthood. “S’long as we don’t - H…hey!”

Grabbing her knee and effortlessly lifting her leg, he shuffled between her thighs. “What?”

“What do ya think you’re doin, Mister?” she quipped, glowering down at him. “Ah hope you ain’t fixin’ to try nothin’ funny!”

“Funny?” he repeated, quirking a brow. “Perish the thought. As I said, I’m here on my lunch break.”

She peeked over to the kitchen before turning her eyes back to him. “The foods over there, in case ya forgot.”

“On the contrary,” he countered, hefting her knees up and onto her shoulders. “The sweetest dish of all is right here.”

Her thoughts raced, her heart fluttered, and marehood clenched as realization dawned upon her. He may have been there to get something legitimate to eat, but he wasn’t opposed to helping himself to an appetizer. Feeling Inkosi fidget, likely because he was still hungry, she drew her shirt up and carefully shifted him to her other tit.

“You’re not particularly fond of these panties, are you?” he asked as his nose drifted closer and closer to her groin.

“N…no…” she hesitantly replied.

No sooner had the word left her mouth than he pressed his snout to the dampened cloth over her nethers, drew a deep breath through his sinuses, and rumbled a sigh. They fucked more times than she dared to count, both in private and in front of a film crew, and he could tell when she was excited at a glance - worse still, the stud had an almost preternatural way of making her wet.

Despite herself and the foal suckling on her teat, she rolled her hips upward ground her snatch against Ubaba’s lips. Though it was true that neither she nor her lover were in the adult industry anymore, their carnal appetites were still extraordinarily powerful. The good news was that they were well aware of one another’s weak spots, the best ways to please each other - the bad news was that, regardless of where they were or who they were around, their raging libidos rode a hair trigger.

Bending one knee and flexing her leg, she pulled him in and locked his face to her loins. She was sure that he’d merely come home with the intention of getting something to eat - something to actually eat, but she wasn’t about to pass on the opportunity of getting a bit of action. Even if he only ended up eating her out, the oral would be leagues better than anything she could do to herself.

“Wantin’ to start with dessert ~ huh?” she giggled.

He cautiously shifted his mouth to the side, bit down on her panties, and reared back. In the blink of an eye, her undergarment became crotchless, but she wasn’t concerned. Seeing as how she bought most of her clothes in bulk, after she’d lost more than a few garments reduced to tatters in fits of passion, the loss of a single article was a small price to pay for a bit of enjoyment.

Running his thick, powerful tongue up her sex and to her engorged clit, he chuckled and peered up at her. “Perhaps I could help you make a cream pie before I go back to work.”

She whimpered and bit down on a finger to stifle herself, hoping she wouldn’t disturb her foal, as he began lapping at her pussy. Inkosi was far too young to have the slightest inkling what she and her father were doing, not to mention he was more interested in filling his belly than the lewd shenanigans going on, so she didn’t feel guilty for his presence. A time would come when her precious colt would get old enough to make things complicated, when she’d have to be a bit more surreptitious becoming intimate with Ubaba, but that wouldn’t be for several years.

“As sweet as ever,” Ubaba mused, smacking his lips. “This evening, after I’m done in the orchard, would you like to return the favor?”

“Y…yeah…” she muttered, her hair standing on end.

Celestia forgive her, there was something spectacularly decadent about licking the sweat off her mate’s naked body. He smelled as good as he looked, every part of him tasted exquisite, and she wouldn’t deny that she’d choked herself on his stallionhood and rimmed him on a regular basis. There was a reason why she and her friends had become notorious for serving zebras, relishing everything about their exotic bodies and immense endowments, and her crippling addiction for them had never faded in the slightest.

He closed his eyes and fully committed himself, feasting on her marehood like it was the last meal he’d ever eat. His tongue, much like the rest of him, was finely trained and a downright gift to any mare he’d ever gone down on. Locking her legs around his thick, heavily muscled neck, she leaned forward and glided her fingers through his tall mohawk.

She wouldn’t have asked him to indulge her, especially because he’d be expected back in the orchard before too long, but the last thing she was going to do was stop him. Bending one arm and wrapping it around her thigh, while he snaked his other hand behind her lower back, he peeked up at her and hummed. She knew the look in his eyes, she’d seen it dozens of times before, so she secured her legs around him and shifted her weight forward.

Holding her tightly, he lifted her off the sofa with ease. It would be a tall order for her to list each and every one of the reasons she loved him, but his raw strength was definitely one of his more defining features. Navigating totally by feel, having memorized the layout of their home, he turned and plodded over to a nearby wall.

Getting her pussy eaten had been a pleasant surprise, but being held aloft with her back pressed to a wall, all while pregnant and nursing her son, added a deliciously erotic element to the mix. She rested her tits atop his head and kept a tight grip on her foal, while she closed her eyes and fixated on the waves of bliss his godly lips and tongue imparted. Feeling him swallow down a mouthful of her nectar, knowing how much he adored pleasing her, she fought to keep her thighs from trembling.

His ministrations could have gone on without end, even past when she eventually baptized his face in her climactic juices, yet a murmur of protest brought both her and her stud to a dead stop. Turning her head, she looked down upon Inkosi. The small foal had unlatched from her teat and was wriggling about in the crook of her arm, mutely telling her he was finished with his meal.

“Ah really, really hate ta stop ya, but lemme just put him in his crib,” she whispered, glancing to her mate’s face.

Ubaba stepped back and gingerly lowered her to the floor, after she swung her legs from off his shoulders. “You truly are an amazing mother.”

“Ya say that, but just hold that thought until this little fella and his sister get older,” she laughed, trotting over and resting the satisfied, weary foal in his crib. “If’n they’re half as bad as Ah think they’ll be, Ah’m gonna - Eeep!”

She squeaked in surprise as she was scooped up from behind into a princess carry. Finding herself pressed against his chest, staring up at her lover, she swooned. Though Ubaba talked a touch more than her brother, he still preferred to let his actions speak for him. The titan delicately eased her down lengthwise upon the sofa, leaving her rump resting on one of the two arms, and unbuttoned his pants.

“I would take my time, but I’m afraid we’ll have to settle for a quickie,” he mused, slipping his jeans down his legs.

Seeing his midnight-black stallionhood spring free, she reflexively spread her legs and began twisting her nipples. “S’long as you make it up to me before we hit the hay tonight, Ah ain’t gonna complain.”

With practiced ease, he guided the tip of his cock to her sopping wet entrance, bent forward, and brought himself face to face with her. “Of course, my little Inkosazana.”

Without the slightest bit of hesitation, she lifted her head and locked lips with him. His tongue forced its way into her muzzle while his cock sank into her awaiting depths, making her toes curl in delight. She’d never really considered herself much of a religious type, tending to explain away even the most peculiar circumstances that life hurtled at her, but there wasn’t a day that passed when she didn’t thank her lucky stars for having him in her life.

Like a lock and key, they became one. Most mares would have felt self-conscious about having slept with dozens and dozens of zebras, both stallions and mares alike, but not her - not with her lover. Though they’d both done unspeakably wanton things for the camera, and they’d loved their jobs, that was the past. Now that she had him and the family he’d given her, all she wanted was him - a sentiment he’d confessed to her more times than he could count.

Breaking their kiss, he brought his muzzle to her ear. “After our daughter comes into the world, will you travel with me to Zebrica?”

“O...of course - Oh buck - Ah will,” she wheezed, wrapping her legs around his hips.

She rhythmically contracted and relaxed her stuffed marehood while bucking up to meet his thrusts. Her fears about becoming loose after giving birth to their son had proven unwarranted, in part or in full due to a combination of elixirs he’d had made to aid in her recovery, and she was just as tight as she’d ever been - well, if he was to be believed anyways. Grunting every time his blunt cock-head beat against her womb, she twisted her head and met his eyes.

While she never thought she’d consider a stallion beautiful, he fit the term perfectly. There wasn’t a single thing she’d change about him, from who and what he was to his gargantuan size, and she genuinely loved him in every way. Sensing herself growing closer to her limit, despite the innumerable times he’d rutted her, she tapped her heel against him.

His lips parted and he smiled as he increased his pace. “Once we’re - Mmmm - in my homeland, I could consummate my love for you before my tribe.”

“Gosh yes,” she groaned, her eyes drifting to the back of her head.

He’d made many promises over their relationship, but being ritualistically striped and bred in front of his kind was something she’d been looking for. The mere thought of being placed on a table and filled, accepting his seed to bear a third child for them, was enough to test the limits of her endurance. Arching her back and frantically shaking her hips, doing what she could to spur him on, she howled out when he lowered his head and bit down on her left nipple.

The additional stimulation, of feeling his teeth and luscious, pouting lips around her areola, did her in. Her body seized uncontrollably, she clawed at his back, and a geyser of nectar sprayed from her filled cunt. He could and often did play her like a fiddle, giving her several orgasms before he came a single time, and this exchange, however brief, was no different.

With his thighs, waist, and crotch coated in her juices, he hammered into her with unyielding force. Though his thrusts would be considered merciless by many, he was actually quite gentle with her in comparison to how rough he could really be - nevertheless, it wasn’t long before their cozy little home was filled with the sound of her ecstatic braying. Wading through the nigh-overpowering tide of rapture he delivered, she fought to return his affection with everything she had.

She knew first hand that he could last for nearly an hour, his stamina being enough to satiate a half-dozen mares without pause, yet his mastery over his body was almost preternatural. He snorted and rested his chin on her shoulder, setting his jaw as he willed himself to give her what they both desired. In a matter of seconds, not more than ten minutes after he’d first sheathed his length in her, she sensed his stallionhood beginning to flare.

“Do it,” she mewled, feebly pawing at him, “make me your broodmare!”

She’d enjoyed her first pregnancy, she was loving her second, and she’d bet every bit she’d ever had that she’d love every pregnancy she had in the future. Something about the weight of a foal in her belly, the killer curves she developed, and being able to strut around while showing off her fertility got her fires burning bright. Willing herself not to climax, she held her breath and waited for the inevitable.

He tensed, kissed the tip of his shaft to her cervix, and came. His cock pulsed wildly, a deluge of his essence surged into her, and he grunted softly with every light twitch of his hips. Having a stallion - any stallion cum inside her was a magical experience, although having Ubaba claim her was an experience that had and likely never would get old. They were meant for one another, two parts of a whole, and she couldn’t imagine her life without him in it.

A minute or two passed before he straightened up and smirked down at her. “A little better than your hand ~ wouldn’t you say?”

“D…darn tootin’,” she giggled. “Ah’ll have everything cleaned up before you get home this afternoon.”

“I know you will,” he noted, stepping back and hauling his softening length free. “Would you like to do the honors?”

Practically scrambling to sit up, she swung her legs off the side of the cough, leaned over, and grabbed the base of his cum-slathered cock. Old habits died hard - that and she honestly loved sucking a stallion clean after they were through with her. Mopping his shaft with her tongue and lips, she quietly moaned and rubbed her aching marehood. He’d sacrificed nearly half his lunch break for her, purely to make her happy, so it was the least she could do to send him on his way with a spit-shined stallionhood.

She peeked up at him and lost herself in his eyes. There were some ponies in Equestria who weren’t happy about the Zebrican refugees, but they’d change their minds sooner or later; even her own family hadn’t been thrilled with the influx of so many zebras - hadn’t being the important part. As she dragged her tongue up her lover’s flaccid shaft, savoring the cocktail of his cum and her juices on her palate, she couldn’t help but wonder how her sister and brother were doing with their respective mates…