Zebra Anthology

“Are you even listening, Mugu?” Starlight Glimmer sighed, staring over at the young zebra stallion.

Barely paying her any mind, he shrugged and propped one foot on her desk. “I get it, stop pestering the other students or whatever…”

“It’s not pestering them,” she clarified, igniting her horn to move his foot back to the floor. “Mugu, you’re harassing them. I know things are different here than they were in Zebrica, but you can’t just go hitting on mares wherever and whenever you please.”

“It’s not like I’m hitting on all of them,” he snickered, leaning back and making himself comfortable. “I’m just talking to the cute ones.”

She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her snout, growing increasingly exasperated. “Be that as it may, it needs to stop. I’ve gotten no fewer than a dozen complaints on you in the last month.”

Snorting apathetically, he rolled his eyes. “Sounds like their problem - besides, most of them are single.”

Lifting a finger, fully prepared to give a rebuttal and explain how what he was doing was wrong, she shook her head and rubbed her temples. Most of the refugees in town were pleasant, hard-working, and were doing what they could to integrate themselves into Equestria’s society - with that said, there were a few troublemakers among them. She drew a breath, held it for a moment, and slowly exhaled as she tried to think of the best way to handle the situation.

“Ok, how about you tell me why you’re flirting with your classmates,” she pressed.

He gave a second, even more dispassionate shrug at her question. “I mean, is it that hard to figure out?”

Straightening up in her chair, she picked up her mug and helped herself to a sip of cocoa. “So you want a marefriend?”

“Nah - like, I’d be ok with having a marefriend, but I’m mostly just wanting a little action,” he indifferently proclaimed, nearly making her choke on her beverage. Turning her attention over to her as she sputtered and coughed, he smirked. “You think that’s funny?”

“If you think you’re just going to snap your fingers and get a little action,” she groused, quoting the air with her fingers, “you’re setting yourself up for disappointment.”

Cocking his head to one side, he peaked a brow. “Why? I heard you - well, some of you pony chicks have a thing for zebra studs.”

“Regardless of a mare’s preference in stallions, it’s impolite at best to be so forward with somepony,” she noted. “I can fully understand wanting a special somepony in your life, but relationships are more than just sex.”

“Who said anything about sex,” he laughed. “I swear, you Equestrians have some sort of a hangup about getting laid. It’s just sex, scratching an itch, and there’s nothing to be ashamed about getting down and dirty with somepony - as a matter of fact, considering how you’re all bent out of shape about this, I bet you could use a good lay.”

His brazen assertion, coupled with the fact that he was paying more attention to her chest than her face, caught her completely off guard. It was one thing to have a student bother another, but to have one act so disrespectfully toward her was the final straw. Blushing and nearing the end of her rope, she shot to her feet.

“Ok, big shot, I think the time for being nice has passed,” she seethed, pointing to the door. “You’re being placed on in-house suspension for the next week. No lunch with your friends, no going to class like normal, no after school activities - instead, you’re going to sit by yourself in my office and do your studies from the moment you get here until the end of the day.”

“Suits me fine,” he hummed, remaining where he sat. “At least I’ll have some eye candy all day - besides that, maybe you’ll even warm up to me a bit.”

“I highly doubt I’ll…” Her response fell short as he spread his legs and patted his inner thigh.

She wasn’t sure what to make of his gesture at first, finding it bizarre, but then she saw it - a swell under the fabric he was gently slapping. With her mouth going dry, she realized what he was doing. Apparently insinuating she had an inactive sex life while making a pass at her hadn’t been good enough for him, so he’d started rubbing something he’d stuffed down his pants.

Folding her arms over her chest, she tore her eyes off his groin and scowled at him. “Very funny, mister. I’m sure all the mares you seduce are very happy to learn you’re smuggling a plantain in your slacks.”

“Oh you think this is a plantain?” he quipped, squeezing the bulge. “And I thought you were bright, Starlight.”

“That’s Missus Glimmer,” she snarled, her temper flaring.

“Ok, Missus Glimmer,” he conceded. “You want me to prove I’m not hiding anything?”

She strutted around her desk, leaned against the wooden surface, and motioned to his crotch. “By all means, big shot.”

Smirking up at her, he slowly brought one hand to his waistband. “Isn’t it against the rules to ask a student to show off their junk? I’m no expert, but I’d bet you could get in a lot of trouble for this - maybe even fired.”

“First and foremost, there’s no way that’s your actual stallionhood -” she tutted, leering down at him, “secondly, it’s not like I’m not like Twilight Sparkle would take the word of a delinquent over mine. Hate to be that mare in this situation, but you’re going to have to do better than that if you want to impress me.”

Ordinarily speaking, she went out of her way to be courteous and professional with students and her fellow faculty members - regrettably, her patience had run perilously thin. She wasn’t about to let somepony talk down to her, especially if that somepony was had already made a disreputable name for himself since arriving in town. Seeing him slip a hand into his pants, she smugly grinned.

“Go on,” she urged, “go ahead and pull it out. I’m dying to see what you’re…”

He gave her no time to finish, planting his feet, lifting his hips, and pulling his pants down around his knees. Unable to process what she was looking at, she went still and her smile gradually faded. There was no banana, padded-out sock, or foreign object of any kind, and it took her a moment to understand what she was looking at. Resting between his thighs was a thick, jet-black, vein-streaked log of flesh.

“Oh no,” he sarcastically began, grabbing and wagging the onyx length at her, “it looks like my guidance counselor just told me to whip my dick out. I sure hope Principal Twilight doesn’t hear about this and fire the dumb bitch who just took advantage of a poor, innocent student.”

“I…uh…” she murmured in disbelief.

Holy Tartarus - he hadn’t been bluffing her! Standing motionless, she peered down at his endowment. He wasn’t even fully erect, yet his stallionhood rivaled some of the biggest tools she’d ever seen! Quite literally at a loss for words, wondering how in the hay he was able to attend gym class without making a scene, she shivered when she finally processed what he’d just said.

As she lifted her eyes to his face, he smiled broadly. “You were lookin’ kinda hard there, Starlight.”

“I - Ahem,” she loudly cleared her throat, forcing her eyes closed and regaining a modicum of her composure. “Your shamelessness notwithstanding, I won’t allow you to continue disturbing your classmates. Consider this your final warning.”

He made no move to stand, though his hand never strayed from his shaft. “Alright, you got me. I guess I’ll go and apologize to Twilight and explain how you got me to confess.”

In spite of her wildly beating heart, the blood in her veins ran to ice. “I don’t think that will be necessary.”

“Oh I think it will,” he remarked, languidly stroking himself off.

Unwittingly peeking at his stallionhood, watching it grow and harden in his grip, she gulped. “It w…won’t, I assure you. I’ll talk to Twilight and -”

“You’re my guidance counselor ~ right?” he cut her off.

She anxiously nodded, only then fully grasping how dire the circumstances were. Regardless of the hows and whys, the situation was less than ideal. Doing anything inappropriate with a student, even if they were legally an adult, could result in an immediate dismissal - worse still, she’d only recently redeemed herself in the eyes of the public. The scandal of even allegedly abusing her power would ignominy and ridicule for the rest of her days.

Squirming in place, he kicked off his shoes and fully removed his pants and underwear. “There we go - anyways, like I was saying, how about we do each other a favor. I’m in dire need of some relief, you’re a mare who probably hasn’t gotten a good rutting in ages, so it only makes sense that we help each other out.”

“A…are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” she muttered, finding it harder and harder not to gaze at the long, thick length of cock he was indifferently pumping.

“I’m saying we got two options: either I report this little incident to the Principal or you help me with this little problem of mine,” he coolly replied.

Little problem? There wasn’t a darn thing that was little about him! His endowment was gargantuan, matching his athletic physique and towering height perfectly. To do anything raunchy with him, a pony who was nearly half her age, was just wrong - that being said, the ache in her loins and her rock-hard nipples betrayed the libido she’d been attempting to suppress. Glancing to the closed door of her office, she magically turned the lock.

He quietly laughed as the deadbolt slid into place. “I swear, you pony bitches are too easy.”

“Not a word,” she breathed, unbuttoning her blouse. “If you say anything about what’s happening here, I’ll deny it and make sure you never step foot on the school’s grounds ever again.”

“Don’t worry, Starlight, I won’t go running my mouth about how I fucked your brains out,” he shot back, pulling his shirt up and over his head. “Just don’t be too surprised if you start begging me to get dicked-down again more often after this.”

She forced herself to stay quiet as she reached behind herself and unfastened her bra. With all the questionable stuff she’d done in the past, ensuring a student’s silence wouldn’t be the worst sin she’d committed - that and it had been a while since gotten any action in the bedroom. Between her job, helping the Elements of Harmony, and keeping an eye on Trixie, her sexual needs had been neglected for longer than she’d care to admit.

Spreading his legs, he slid his ass to the edge of his seat and reclined. “You wanna choke yourself on it?”

“Unless you have any lube, I don’t really have another option,” she grumbled.

After bending over and drawing her panties down her legs, leaving her skirt on, she kicked her undergarment to the side. The lecherous task shouldn’t take more than a few minutes, given his age and inexperience, so she saw no reason to fully undress herself. With her blouse open and bust exposed, she stepped over to him, sank to her knees, and appraised his package.

With nuts the size of her fists and a stallionhood that had to be a foot long or better, his equipment was as impressive as it was intimidating. Even with all her amorous adroitness, having bagged a fair number of studs in her day, both prior to and after her reformation, she knew her limitations were going to be tested by what he had to offer. She shuffled forward slowly, intentionally avoiding looking up at his conceited, punchable face, and fixated on his goods.

As she extended and opened one hand, he dropped his shaft onto her palm. The weight of his cock was staggering, although the revelation which came from holding made her marehood clench upon itself with anticipation. Wrapping her digits around his length, unable to fully touch her thumb and middle finger together, she lifted his tool to her face as she leaned in toward him.

Inches from his stallionhood, feeling like she was looking down the barrel of a cannon, she came to an abrupt stop. The smell - sweet, merciful Celestia, the aroma radiating from his nethers told her that he clearly hadn’t showered after P.E. that day. She steeled herself, pressed onward, and slowly opened her mouth.

“Feel free to play with yourself when you’re suckin’ me off,” he grunted.

Remaining silent, she guided him into her maw. The earthy flavors of sweat and unwashed flesh against her tongue did nothing to address her mounting arousal. Peering up at him, past his abs and chest, she knit her brow. The cocky bastard was watching her, probably relishing the sight of her with his cock in her muzzle, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her.

Though he was unquestionably bigger and stronger than her, she was going to teach him a lesson. If she had to wager on it, she’d probably have him blowing a load in no more than a handful of minutes - after that, she could tidy herself up, get back to work, and put the whole ignominious experience behind her. As she began steadily bobbing her head, servicing the first few inches of his length, she stroked the base of his shaft with one hand while cradling and massaged his balls with the other.

He contentedly sighed and caressed her mane, nearly bringing her efforts to a swift end. “You know, you’re pretty cute like that. You seeing anypony?”

Pulling back and clearing her snout with a wet Pop, she grimaced. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no.”

“So it’s true you’re dating Trixie?” he inquired. Grinning as she continued blowing him, he shook his head. “If that’s the case, we could always have ourselves a little threesome. Nothin’ quite beats plowing two carpet munchers into a pair of cock-sleeves.”

Growling around his stallionhood, she tried and failed to ignore the comment. She was in a relationship with Trixie, though it wasn’t as satisfying as she would have liked - sure, they could use strap-ons and all sorts of sex-toys on one another, but the cool, impersonal feeling of silicone could never hold a candle to the sensation of an actual cock. Broadening her stance and splaying her legs ever so slightly, she reached down and kneaded her slavering marehood.

While he eventually decided to stay quiet and enjoy himself, much to her relief, another problem reared its head. Her fingers drew damp, her heart raced, and thoughts of doing something more than slobbering on his prodigious dick ran rampant through her mind. She could have - should have just gotten him off with oral alone, yet the notion of getting something out of the sinful exchange grew increasingly tempting.

As time lazily passed, she glanced up and over at the clock on her wall. It wasn’t uncommon for sessions with students to take a half an hour or better, but she needed to hurry things up - as such, she came up with a hasty, if not slightly self-serving solution. It was a well known fact that a stallion’s endurance took a hit if they took a more active role, doing most or all of the work, and she felt certain that Mugu wouldn’t oppose taking the reins.

She waited until his first drops of pre-cum coated her palate before pulling away. “You getting close?”

“Not even,” he guffawed. “At the pace you’re going, it’ll probably be another hour or so before I blow my load. I wouldn’t last as long if I fucked your face, but I respect you too much to do that.”

Seeing no point in calling him out for the obvious lie, she got to her feet and levitated her effects from her table. Yeah, he was full of shit - no stallion could last for more than five or ten minutes while plowing somepony. She forced herself not to smile as she sat herself on the wooden surface, laid back, and smiled at him.

Lifting and spreading her legs, she peered down between her breasts at him. “Are we going to do this or are you going to keep running your mouth?”

With glacial speed, he rose, turned to face her, and snatched one of her ankles in each hand. “I was gonna be nice and give you a pillow or something to bite on, but I’m getting sick of that attitude of yours.”

“Likewise,” she hissed.

Flinching as he kissed his cock-head to her entrance, she anxiously licked her lips. He was big, there was no doubt about that, but she could take it - she knew she could. As she slowed her breathing and let the tension bleed from her body, preparing herself for the inevitable, he took full advantage of her vulnerable state. Simultaneously pulling her towards himself while driving his hips forward, he sheathed the entirety of his stallionhood.

The intrusion was so fast and so brutal that she didn’t know what had happened at first. Blinking rapidly and going slack-jawed, she noticed a bulge in her abdomen just above her belly button. Though she knew herself inside and out, having an intimate knowledge of her limitations, she struggled to comprehend how he’d hilted her.

“Feel that?” he whispered, reaching down and rubbing the swell in her belly. “I’m in your womb. I’m about to pump a foal or two into ya…”

“W…wait,” she sputtered as understanding dawned on her, “that’s not - Guh!”

Her hands sailed to her face in a desperate attempt to muzzle herself. No matter what happened, despite the fact that she was filled with more dick than should have been possible, she had to stay quiet. Being in her locked office with a student was suspicious enough, but having anypony hear what they were doing would surely raise a few eyebrows and get her all the wrong types of attention.

As he rolled his hips back, her fears were confirmed. Her entrance was stretched open, almost painfully so, and she could feel her cervix fighting his backstroke. The logical part of her told her that she should be in pain, that being filled beyond capacity would hurt, yet the shock and thrill of being despoiled in such a savage way eclipsed any discomfort.

Resting her ankles on his shoulders, he clutched her thighs and set to rutting her. An older stallion would have taken their time, savoring the embrace of a snug marehood, but he wasn’t an older stallion. Be it from his enthusiasm, sadism, or some combination of the two, he fucked her without the slightest bit of restraint or remorse.

“Mnnph Nnnph Nnnph,” she rhythmically grunted, sliding forward and back atop her desk.

Biting down on one finger barely managed to muffle her groans, though it was better than nothing. Unable to control herself, she writhed and squirmed while he sated himself with her. To say it felt incredible was an understatement, so profound was the experience. She’d thought he was all talk, but he was more than happy to prove her wrong - as if to add insult to injury, while the initial trauma of being impaled faded, she was beset with rapture.

Though she hadn’t kept track of exactly how long ago it was, it had been at least two or three years since she’d been bedded by a stallion - even then, there was no comparison between that one-night stand and what Mugu had to offer. In truth, it felt like she was having sex for the first time. Doing everything she could to keep her head above water, not to let her impulses and treacherous desires seize control of her, she muzzled herself and went to rub her clit.

“Is something wrong or is it just that good?” he chuckled, bending forward while continuing to plow her.

She wanted to tell him off, to shut him up and give him a piece of her mind, yet all she could manage was to whimper incoherently. Over the span of just a few seconds, he’d driven her to the very cusp of a climax - something nopony, stallion or otherwise, had done with such speed. Keeping her eyes shut and furiously getting herself off, praying he wouldn’t be able to last as long as he claimed, she gasped when his fingers closed around her wrist.

“Nah, slut,” he rumbled above her, “I want everyone to hear you scream.”

The dread of being caught mingled with her inconceivable rapture, sundering what little dignity she’d managed to cling to. With her knees to either side of his neck, he forced her arms, both of them, above her head. Like a freight train going at top speed, there wasn’t a thing in the world she could do to stop herself from cumming.

Her orgasm hit her with all the fury of a concentrated rainboom. Sparks shot wildly from her horn, she thrashed impotently, a torrent of nectar spurted from her quivering depths around his colossal stallionhood, and her shrill wail of ecstasy rang in her ears - still, he hammered away at her spasming cunt. He’d made her cum, but he wasn’t going to stop until he was satisfied.

Only just having weathered her initial climax, she fought to catch her breath. How - how in Tartarus had he brought her to her knees so quickly?! She may have been slightly out of practice with stallions, but that didn’t justify how he’d subdued her so easily! Willing herself to clench her marehood and milk his length, she sought to show him her mettle.

Her spontaneous plan backfired spectacularly and only served to compound the incredible tides of pleasure consuming her. He crushed what little resistance she yielded with but a thought, altering the angle of his plunges to grind his medial ring against her g-spot. Striking her completely out of the blue, seemingly from nowhere and with no buildup whatsoever, her second orgasm was even more potent than the first.

Howling and bathing his pounding hips in her marish juices, she lost herself to the absolute maelstrom of her bliss. The school, her coworkers, the students, her job - in that moment, nothing mattered but the nirvana Mugu delivered. She was in heaven, in an all but literal sense, and it took everything she had not to black out from the grandeur of it all.

Were it not for the sensation of his flaring, throbbing stallionhood, she would have stayed in her dreamy, semi-conscious state. It was anypony’s guess as to how long he’d been railing her, and she’d lost track of how many times she’d cum, but his time was at an end. He didn’t cry out, nor did he roar as he slipped past the brink - no, he merely opened his jaw and bit down on her collar when he finished.

The bite was one of conquest, marking her as his mate while his seed flooded into her. Unbeknownst to her, too overwhelmed by raw passion to give it the slightest thought, her foal-factory went into overdrive. While she may have been past her prime, her body eagerly accepted his virile gift and prepared itself to fulfill its purpose.

When she eventually came to, her wits having returned to some extent, he lay atop her and fitfully bucked his hips. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel her abdomen rounded from the awe-inspiringly vast quantity of his load. Smiling wearily, she glanced to the door when she heard a knock.

“I’m k…kinda busy,” she wheezed.

“Glimmer?” a familiar voice called. “Hey, are you ok? I heard a bunch of shouting and wasn’t sure if you spilled hot chocolate on yourself again.”

She immediately knew that it was Trixie who’d come to check on her, yet she was given no time to reply. Mugu placed a finger to her lips, silencing her as he brought his muzzle to her ear. She fully understood how precarious their situation was, having only a piece of wood separating her disheveled, disgraceful state from the rest of the world, although he didn’t seem bothered in the slightest - if anything, he seemed pleased.

“Tell her to meet you at your place,” he instructed. “If you bring us there, I’ll show you both a good time…”

“H…hey, Trixie,” she shouted without hesitation, “I had a b…bit of an accident. Can you meet me at my apartment?”

There was a brief pause before the magician answered. “Right now?”

Looking up to the stud and watching him nod, she smirked. “Yeah, now would work.”

Though it was difficult, she summoned her power and magically whisked herself and the stallion out of her office and to her home. She’d have to clean up and explain to the staff why she left so abruptly, she had enough foal-batter in her to impregnate a mare several times over, and she must have looked downright pathetic, yet the craving for more was insatiable. If giving herself and her marefriend meant she could experience such joys again, it would be a small price to pay…