Zebra Anthology

Kneeling down inside the linen closet of one of the La-Ti-Da Spa’s massage rooms, Birch Bucket held his breath. It was unlike him to be hiding somewhere on the job, much preferring to spend his shifts working to pass the time, yet the anguish he’d been suffering through for the last month had forced his hand. He shifted, making himself as comfortable as possible, given the confined area, and expectantly peered through the slats on the door.

He’d initially been thrilled with the influx of Zebricans coming to Ponyville, hoping they’d bring more business to the spa, yet his good spirits had almost immediately taken a turn. For starters, most of the zebras which came to town had been stallions - secondly and even more alarmingly, the big, striped studs had been lowering his already dwindling chances at finding a single mare for himself. The door to the chamber just outside opened, snapping him from his thoughts, and a quartet of familiar figures entered.

No sooner had Aloe, Lotus, and an identical pair of Zebrican stallions entered than the mares kicked the door closed and began to undress. Birch had been well aware of what his coworkers had been doing with customers, having heard blissful whimpers and sensual promises in the hallways of the spa on more times than he could possibly count, although he’d abstained from indulging his curiosity until this moment. With a trembling hand, seeing the nubile unicorns’ naked bodies, he reached down and unzipped his fly.

He didn’t like to beat himself up, although life had dealt him a terrible hand. While being well into middle age would have made finding romance hard enough in and of itself, he honestly didn’t have much going for him. His physique wasn’t the best, he didn’t make all that many bits working at the spa, and his stallionhood - well, his stallionhood wasn’t what it used to be. Even when he’d been younger, his endowment hadn’t been anything to write home about, yet he’d been having increasing difficulty with getting and staying hard.

The pair of zebras, twins which went by Phezulu and Phansi, chuckled to themselves while the mares undressed them. Though he couldn’t tell the two stallions apart, he knew for a fact that they’d taken a particular interest in Aloe and Lotus; every time they showed up, the sisters would tend to their needs - all their needs, which was the only reason why he’d been able to secret himself away for their appointment. Watching the unicorns unbutton and pull the studs’ pants down, he was hit with a wave of envy and arousal.

Phezulu and Phansi were half his age, yet either one of them was more of a stallion than he could ever dare to be. Even from a few feet away, tucked away in his closet, he could see that their stallionhoods made his cock look absolutely puny in comparison. Nearly as big as either of the mares’ arms, jet-black and nearly as thick as his wrist, the zebras’ lengths could and, given the direction things were going, would utterly demolish Aloe and Lotus’ once-pristine marehoods.

“I…I can’t wait anymore,” Aloe stammered, hopping onto one of the two beds and crassly splaying her legs. “I’ve been rubbing myself all morning thinking about this.”

Mirroring her sister, Lotus nodded and affectionately stroked one stud’s gradually hardening shaft. “Don’t worry, you can swab our throats after you pump a load into us.”

The stallion, Phezulu if Birch was right, effortlessly lifted the mare and placed her opposite of her sibling. “If you ask nicely, we may let you suck us clean after we breed you.”

“Brother, you’re too lenient,” the other zebra laughed, stepping between Aloe’s legs and resting his cock over her groin. “They should be the ones paying us for the particularly deep massage.”

Aloe writhed on the bed and pawed at her tits as she peered up at him. “I…I don’t care about bits. We weren’t going to charge you anyways.”

“Of course you weren’t,” Phansi hummed, grabbing the unicorn’s ankles. “Beg for it; convince us that you -”

“Please!” Aloe pleaded, cutting him off. Abandoning her chest, she reached down and spread her marehood for him. “I need that fat, zebra cock of yours!”

“You do,” Phansi mused, “because now you realize that no pony stallion could ever satisfy you.”

Stepping back and drawing his stallionhood down her abdomen, he aligned himself and bucked his hips. The whorish moan which escaped her as she was penetrated was quickly joined by an equally guttural groan from Lotus. There was no buildup, no gradual escalation or foreplay; the Zebrican twins, moving in almost perfect sync, simply set to plowing the mares like they were little more than sex-toys.

Birch’s pupils dilated, he tightened his grip on his semi-flaccid stallionhood, and the breath hitched in his throat while he watched the obscene display. From where he knelt, he couldn’t see everything perfectly, but he could see enough to get his heart racing. The sight of the brothers railing his coworkers was infuriating and thrilling in equal measure, evoking a juxtaposed cocktail of emotions.

He could have reported the scandalous tryst to the manager, but he could never do something like that to the mares he’d had a crush on since he started working at the spa. He softly panted, the softened length in his grasp leaked pre-cum over his fingers, and he knit his brow as the scent of sex wafted to his nostrils. He would have given anything to be so lucky, to be a tall, strong, well-hung stud who had mares begging him to fuck him - sadly, like the miserable degenerate he was, he’d been resigned to spectating on something he’d never get to experience himself.

Leaning over and looking down at his crotch, growing increasingly frustrated that his stallionhood wasn’t even remotely turgid, he bumped against a laundry basket filled with discarded towels. Though the noise he’d made had been subtle, a deafening silence crept to his ears. He swallowed hard, praying to Celestia that he hadn’t been heard, yet he noticed that both the zebras and the mares outside were gazing over to the closet in which he was hidden.

“It seems we may have an audience,” one of the studs casually remarked. “Do either of you beauties have any coworkers who’ve been too shy to ask for our attention?”

“I don’t think so,” Lotus murmured. “Hey - whoever’s in there, come out this instant.”

Birch gnawed his lip and hesitated, if only for a moment, before he lifted his hand to the doorknob. Of all the things that could have possibly happened, being found out had to be the worst. Not only had he put his job in jeopardy, but he was about to be exposed as some sort of degenerate. Having no other option, he opened the door and awkwardly revealed himself.

“Birch?!” Aloe squawked, covering her chest with one arm. “What are you - O…oh my gosh!”

Following her gaze, seeing that she wasn’t looking at his face, he lowered his head and stared down at his groin. In his haste to escape, he’d completely forgotten to stuff his stallionhood back in his pants. Uttering a string of apologies, positively mortified, he froze when the zebras broke into loud, raucous laughter.

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” Phezulu guffawed with his dick entombed in Lotus, “but I’m a bit shocked you didn’t just ask us to watch.”

Giving a small nod, Phansi smirked. “You just wanted to see two real stallions going to work ~ didn’t you?”

“I…I…” Birch sputtered.

“Fucking pervert,” Aloe hissed, sneering over at him. “And to think I actually liked you.”

“Not in an amorous sense, to be sure?” Phansi asked, quirking a brow.

Shaking her head, Aloe glanced up at her stud. “Sweet Celestia, no - I mean, I thought he was a nice guy, but how could I ever even think about dating that.”

Looking down at himself, overwhelmed with shame, Birch sighed. “Can I just go?”

“Of course you can’t,” Phezulu tutted, giving a small thrust and causing Lotus to coo in delight. “You went to all the effort to sneak in here for a show, so a show you’ll get.”

“But,” the stud’s twin continued, “you have to do something for us first.” Glancing to his brother, he nodded. “Stand up and strip.”

“Y…you want me to do what?” Birch croaked. Askance, he reared back and looked between the stallions and the unicorns they’d been screwing. “You c…can’t be serious.”

“Oh I’m deathly serious,” Phezulu breathed. “You’ve gazed upon our naked bodies, so it’s only right that we get to do the same for you.”

“Ew,” Lotus nearly wretched. “I don’t want to see him naked.”

“Me neither,” Aloe added under her breath.

“Mares, please, it’s to prove a point,” Phansi placidly stated. Stepping back and unsheathing his length, leaving Aloe’s snatch to wink at the cool air, he turned and faced the kneeling pony. “Up…”

Birch grimaced, but he pushed himself up and begrudgingly got to his feet. The way he saw it, he had no choice in the matter. If he wanted to have even the slightest chance of Aloe, Lotus, and the zebras keeping their mouths shut about him, he needed to do as they said. As slowly unbuttoned his shirt, he went to turn away and spare his battered pride - that was before one of the stallions snapped his fingers.

“None of that,” Phezulu clucked. “Face us while you undress.”

Keeping his eyes on the floor, keenly aware of a blush creeping into his cheeks, he did as he was asked. The quartet silently watched him open and remove his shirt, though they snickered as soon as he began pulling his pants down his legs. He kicked away his underwear and slacks, nude save for his shoes, and staved off the temptation to hide his shame.

“Happy now?” he huffed, refusing to look at any of them.

“Not quite,” Phansi began, stepping over to him. “Do you know why my brother and I are with these lovely mares and you’re not?”

Shrugging, Birch only reluctantly lifted his head to peer up at the towering stud. “Because you’re younger and better looking.”

“True, but this is the real reason,” Phansi noted, patting the base of his stallionhood. “Look at this, now look at that little thing you have hanging limp and soft between your legs.”

“Holy hell - Birch, are you even hard?” Aloe gasped, gawking at the pony’s package.

“N…no…” Birch mumbled.

Even if he had been fully erect, the difference between his endowment and either of the zebras’ cocks was night and day. His stallionhood was only a few inches long, barely enough for him to wrap the fingers of one hand around, while Phansi’s length was well beyond a foot - more than what someone could cover with the use of two hands. Fidgeting uncomfortably, he started when the stud beside him reached over and clapped him on the shoulder.

Paying no attention whatsoever to his loins, Phansi smiled broadly down at him. “I almost feel bad for you - almost, but such is the way of things.”

“You know, it’s actually kinda cute,” Lotus tittered, drawing the zebras’ and her sister’s attention over to her. “What? It’s like a dainty little colthood! Hey, Birch, spread your legs and squat down for me.”

Doing as he was told, with his face having gone a brilliant crimson, Birch peaked a brow over at her. “Like this?”

“Yeah,” she mirthfully replied. “Now put your hands on your head and shake your hips. I wanna see that adorable thing flopping around.”

“That’s about the only use it has,” Aloe scoffed, extending a leg to rub her lover’s backside. “You heard her, put on a little show for us.”

Birch clamped his eyes shut, laced his fingers behind his head, and bucked his hips. He didn’t have to look to tell he was slinging pre-cum over the linoleum floor, feeling his prick bob and dance about wildly. He’d never been more embarrassed in his whole life, yet his humiliation was a source of endless joy for the set of twins.

“That’s just sad - cute, but sad,” Aloe giggled.

“I’m not going to lie, in a pathetic kind of way, that’s actually kind of hot,” Lotus whispered, sending an excited shiver up his spine.

Laughing to himself, Phansi turned, sank his length back into Aloe, and started fucking the mare. Phezulu followed his brother’s lead, rutting his respective mare, yet he looked over his shoulder and waved the unicorn stallion over. Confused and spectacularly turned on, in spite of his discomfort, Birch trotted over between the pair of colossi.

“Tell me, have you ever enjoyed any of your coworkers’ affection?” Phezulu inquired, glancing over at the bashful pony. “There are a good number of attractive mares at this establishment, and you’ve surely had plenty of chances to have some fun with them.”

“I…no,” Birch sheepishly answered, forcing himself not to look to either side of himself.

He’d never spoken a word of it to anyone, but he’d lusted after Aloe and Lotus since he’d taken his job at the spa. As much as he’d wanted to approach them, to ask either of them out on an honest to goodness date, the most he’d ever done was to cover their shifts, help with their tasks, and always be nice to them. The sound of the sisters mewling was as titillating as it was infuriating, yet he had nobody to blame but himself.

Giving a particularly hard thrust, one which made Lotus howl climax on the spot, Phezulu hummed to himself. “That begs the question - are you here because you’re jealous of us or because you’re jealous of them?”

Birch looked to the bliss-wracked expression on the mares’ faces and scrunched his snout. The fact that both the zebras were acting so casually dug at him, trivializing his desires in the extreme, although he made no move to leave. Ignoring his stallionhood, he glowered up at the giants.

“I’m straight - alright,” he sighed. “It’s just that - w…well…”

Though he slowed, Phezulu stared down at the stallion. “Well…?”

“I - Oh buck - I b…bet he’s a virgin,” Aloe remarked, twisting her nipples.

There was no possible way she could have known that, yet she’d hit the nail concisely on the head. Birch’s shoulders slumped, he stifled a pained whimper, and he inched backward. It was true; throughout his life, the closest he’d gotten to punching his v-card was getting handsy with a drunk mare at a bar once - even then, after he’d brought her home, he hadn’t taken the initiative and they’d simply gone to bed. While he’d been proud of himself for not taking advantage of her, an act she thanked him for, she’d confessed that she had no real interest in him. Moments before he could excuse himself, a strong, powerful hand clutched his shoulder.

“Is that true? Have you never slept with a mare?” Phansi pressed.

Birch somberly shook his head, unable to meet the zebra’s gaze. “No, but -”

“Then by all means, help yourself,” Phezulu interrupted, backing away from between Lotus’ legs.

Though she’d never expressed any interest in Birch, the mind-shattering climax Lotus had just weathered had reduced her to a gibbering, gushing heap. Instead of protesting, she dreamily smiled down at him, reached down her body, and spread her marehood for him. If ever he had a chance to traverse the veil and become a real stallion, this was it.

Holding the base of his shaft, he switched places with Phezulu and stroked himself off. It wasn’t that he’d ever planned on having an intimate moment in front of anyone, much less one involving his coworker and in front of an audience, although he wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip through his grasp. With his chest beading, sweat forming on his brow, and his thoughts running rampant, he stepped forward and brought his stallionhood to Lotus’ entrance.

“Just gotta…” he mumbled to himself, trying and failing to get hard.

Fear and panic consumed him as his body refused to cooperate with his mind. Try as he might, having a receptive mare right in front of him, his stallionhood sat limply in his hand. He’d thought that having to strip down and make a spectacle of himself had been the worst thing he’d have to endure, but he’d been wrong - so terribly, catastrophically wrong.

“Limp dick can’t even get it up!” Aloe scoffed.

“I suppose it can’t be helped - after all, we can’t all be so blessed,” Phezulu muttered, gently shoving the impotent stallion aside. “Considering I’m not cold-hearted, we can still give you a show. It may not be what you supposedly want, but I’ll allow you to see how a true stud makes use of a mare.”

Lotus closed her legs, rolled onto her stomach, and pushed herself up. It only took Birch a second to understand what she was doing, watching as she got onto all fours atop the bed, and he found himself at an impasse. On one hand, he wanted to run away with his tail tucked between his legs - on the other, he’d just been invited to get an up-close and personal view of the action.

Almost begrudgingly, he lowered himself to the floor, twisted around, and rested his back against the foot of the bed. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Phezulu was about to screw Aloe doggy style, seeing as how she was on her knees with her ass hovering just above him, and she seemed more than ready to pick up where she’d left off. Gazing up at the darkened flesh of her nethers, knowing he wouldn’t be able to satiate her, he played with his flaccid tool while the stud grabbed her waist.

“Comfortable down there?” Phansi chuckled.

Birch simply nodded and swallowed hard, unable to take his eyes off the zebra’s absurdly huge stallionhood. It was hard to imagine how Phansi was able to fit the entirety of his cock into a mare so much smaller than himself, although that hardly stopped the giant from sinking into her depths. She moaned and bucked back against him, desperate to fill herself, as he watched inch after inch of dark, vascular cock disappear into her.

He’d watched plenty of porn over the years, yet none of it compared to being so close to two ponies actually fucking. While the view was impeccable, better than anything he’d ever see in a video, that was only one element to the equation. The scent of the zebra’s musk mingled with the feminine bouquet of Aloe’s marehood, driving him wild with lust.

As he held and stroked his soft tool, his eyes never strayed from the sight above him. Lotus’ marehood was drawn out with each of Phansi’s backstrokes, giving him a glimpse of her succulent, rosy interior, before the stallion bucked and stuffed his cock back into her. He quietly whined to himself, torn between wishing he was in the zebra’s place and accepting his inadequacies, while he was serenaded by a lecherous symphony.

The mares had either forgotten about him or were too preoccupied with the rapture their striped lovers afforded - in either case, neither made any attempt to quiet themselves. Like a choir of ecstasy, the duo filled the room with the sound of unfettered, unabashed rapture. He wouldn’t have thought that merely listening to them was enough to spur him on, yet their voices alone would have been enough to let him get off.

Rocking back to meet Phansi’s thrusts, Lotus moved in tune with her stud. “R…right there.”

Looking from her groin to her abdomen, craning his neck, Birch gasped. He hadn’t noticed it earlier, too focused on her marehood to give anything else any attention, but he could see the imprint of the zebra’s stallionhood within her abdomen. Not only was Phansi giving Lotus the time of her life, he was ensuring that anyone - any pony stallion, would never give her the slightest bit of pleasure in bed.

His raging libido warred with his crushing feeling of inadequacy, causing him to stroke his floppy length with two of his fingers. The physical stimulation he gave himself was, much like the rest of him, utterly lacking; it felt decent, and he would assuredly end up spilling his jizz, yet he wanted more. Ultimately releasing his prick, he rubbed his hand over his cock-head in an attempt to give himself some meaningful release.

With his chest heaving, watching Lotus’ thighs quake and listening to the pitch of her voice raise an octave, he inched closer and closer to his limit. She was about to cum right over him, and the bearing witness to such a thing pushed him over the edge. Whining to himself, going so far as to tweak one of his nipples, he met his rapturous end when his wish was fulfilled.

Howling out in rapture, Lotus convulsed and collapsed. A deluge of marish juices gushed out of her quivering, battered cunt, spraying over his face and baptizing him with her nectar. He came alongside her, his stallionhood coating his palm and the floor between his thighs in thin, watery spunk, yet neither his nor the young mare’s climax slowed Phansi.

Snorting and holding her hips tightly, the striped titan fucked Lotus like it was the last thing he would ever do. His heavy, cum-filled balls beat against her clit as they pulled tightly to his groin. All Birch could do was stare in open awe, knowing what was about to happen, yet what little ire he felt was replaced by excitement. The zebra was about to breed his crush, claiming her right before his very eyes, and he considered himself lucky to witness it.

Phansi roared and draped himself over her back, pinning her down while he hilted himself in her. Birch could only see the very base of the stud’s length, but he watched the zebra’s shaft throb madly. Each pulse of the giant’s stallionhood heralded another shot of seed, each being enough to knock up a mare many times over, and it wasn’t long before he saw the full effects of such a prolific load.

Lotus groaned and squirmed as her abdomen gradually bloated from the sheer influx of foal-batter. What had only been nectar seeping from her stuffed pussy grew tinged with spunk, dribbling over Birch’s face and onto his chest. He should have - would have been angry by being sullied by another stallion’s essence, had his own climax not rebounded and clouded his thoughts with pleasure. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, and, at least in this particular instance, he was very much a beggar.

Lost to his bliss, with his senses dulled, he didn’t move as the zebra stepped back and unsheathed himself from his lover. What had been a few errant drops of Zebrican cum leaking from Lotus turned into a downright waterfall, coating his upper body and leaving him spackled in thick, white seed. He moved without thinking, spinning around to look at the utter devastation Phansi had done to the mare, and went slack-jawed.

He hadn’t gotten the best look at Lotus’ marehood before she’d been penetrated, almost too scared to indulge himself, but he wished he had. The yawning chasm that was her depths stretched on to her womb, was filled to the brim with an ocean of spunk. She’d been ruined for anything short of his arm, crushing any hope he had remaining of ever making her feel good - or so he thought.

“Hey,” a gravelly voice intoned, causing him to look up at the stallion, “clean her up for me.”

Licking his lips, he shuffled around on his knees to face her. Perhaps he’d been mistaken, maybe there was a way he could please her. He closed his eyes, drifted forward, and extended his tongue. He would have had every right to feel disgusted with himself, but that wasn’t the case.

The taste of her sex and the stud’s seed washed over his palate, as he lapped at her gaped marehood and clit. She quietly purred and pushed back against him, nearly entombing his entire muzzle in her cunt, while he idly continued rubbing himself. This was his place, this was the best he’d ever get, and embracing that fact was gratifying to a fault.

Some stallions were simply better than others, it was a cold truth of life, and a part of him was grateful for it. He wasn’t the biggest, strongest, or most attractive pony around, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. So long as Aloe, Lotus, and the other mares at the La-Ti-Da Spa would be willing to let him be of use and fulfill his purpose, he’d finally have something to look forward to…