Zebra Anthology

Tightly clutching her purse and continually glancing over her shoulder, Rarity made her way down the dimly lit sidewalk of Manehattan. She’d only arrived a day prior, having come to spend a week with Sweetie Belle, although that wasn’t the only reason she’d decided to travel to the bustling metropolis. Aside from having a number of high-end salons and boutiques available, the sprawling city had become known for a particular type of immigrants.

“Hey there, hot stuff,” a low, gruff voice called out, causing her to flinch.

She glanced to her left, though she didn’t break her stride. Lingering in front of what she presumed was an apartment complex was a hulking figure - no, several hulking figures, and each of them had their eyes set squarely on her. Their imposing builds and impressive physiques, along with the mohawks or dreadlocks they bore, instantly told her that she’d stumbled upon a group of young, possibly delinquent Zebricans - then again, considering she wasn’t in the best part of town, that came as no surprise.

“H…hello,” he stammered, waving a hand and continuing on her way.

Keeping her eyes forward, she swallowed hard when she heard them start walking after her. She told herself that she didn’t have anything to worry about, that it was likely a conscience that they were trotting along behind her, though it quickly became evident that wasn’t the case. Staring as one of the brutes shot past her and cut her off, she came to a reluctant halt.

“So what’s a pretty mare like you doing all by your lonesome?” the stud hummed, staring down at her.

The white of his teeth clashed with the midnight-black of his full, pouting lips, his eyes were like twin sapphires, and his incredible size were a sight to behold, both beautiful and intimidating, and he’d made it very, very clear that he was expecting an answer. Looking to her left and right, she found his friends encircling her. As she turned her attention up to his face, she warily smiled.

“I…I was simply going out for the night,” she replied.

“You were walking kinda fast there,” he laughed, leaning in and bringing his face closer to her. “Got a hot date or somethin’?”

She anxiously fidgeted with the top button on her duster and averted her gaze. “I’m…I’m afraid not, darling,” she sighed. “It’s not as easy as you’d think for an older mare to find romance.”

It was true, she’d meant every word of the admission. Most of her youth had been spent honing her craft and making inroads with fashion designers and coutures - when she wasn’t busy with that, she was off saving Equestria with her fellow Elements of Harmony or helping her friends with their problems. While she didn’t regret any of the decisions she’d made throughout her life, she was a bit wistful that she hadn’t put more effort into finding a special somepony for herself.

“Older mare?” he repeated, balking. “Shit, you ain’t that old!”

“Darling,” she flatly began, looking up and into his eyes, “I wouldn’t be the slightest bit surprised if I was your mother.”

Stepping back, the giant looked her up and down. “If you’re not bullshitting me, you’re one hell of a good looking cougar - either, with a face that pretty, it’s a shame you ain’t got a coltfriend.”

She blushed and reflexively ground her thighs together. “Come now, you’re just saying that.”

“Nah, I’m serious,” he grunted. “Ain’t that right, guys?”

The murmurs and hums of agreement from all around her made her heart flutter in her chest. Clenching her fists, flattered but taken aback by the strangers’ praise, she scrunched her snout up at the titan. She didn’t know who he was but her gut told her that he was the ringleader of his little band of striped miscreants.

“As much as I’d like to stay and chat, I have places to go,” she grumbled, stepping aside and going to skirt past him. “I hope you gentlecolts have a -”

“Woah woah woah ~” he interrupted, lifting a hand and placing it on her shoulder, “what’s the hurry, toots?”

“Toots?” she blurted, trying and failing to brush his arm away. “I am not a toots!”

“What should we call you then?” he countered, peaking a brow and folding his arms over his chest. “You were in such a rush to leave that we didn’t catch your name!”

“If you must know, I’m Rarity -” she huffed, stomping her hoof for good measure, “the Rarity.”

His apathetic demeanor didn’t falter as he continued gazing down at her. “I’m Jitu,” he replied after a moment, lowering his hand from her shoulder. “And these here are Kubwa, Mjinga, and Mbaya,” he added, nodding to each of his friends in turn.

Daintily placing her hand in his palm, she gave the slightest courtesy. “Charmed - anyways, as I was saying, I simply must be going.”

Jitu grinned, sank to one knee, and delicately kissed the back of her hand. “You’re breaking my heart, Rares. A nice looking mare like you, trotting around all on her lonesome in this part of town - here I thought you’d come looking for a nice, young stud to show you a good time…”

Awestruck by his assertion, she blinked. “I…I beg your pardon?”

“I know, I know,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “you were just saying something about how hard it is for an older mare to find love or something, but I’m not buying it. I bet you’ve got a body that’s just as gorgeous as that face of yours - in fact, how about you unbutton that stuffy coat of yours and prove yourself wrong.”

She twisted in place, listening to the trio surrounding her agree with Jitu’s small suggestion, while her mouth went dry. “I’m dreadfully sorry, but I feel I’m under-dressed for the occasion.”

Continuing to study her, he squinted. “Oh I get it. You’re one of the shy types ~ am I right?”

“I…yes, I suppose you could say that,” she lied through her teeth.

“Tell you what then -” he sighed, rising to his full height, “how’s about I go first…”

“Go…” she fell deathly silent as he lowered his hand and nonchalantly unbuttoned the front of his shorts.

Coolly pulling open his fly, he tugged at his underwear and revealed the dark, fleshy root of his tool. Stars above ~ what in the hay were they feeding these Zebrican stallions? The stud couldn’t have been older than his late teens, barely an adult by any stretch of the word, but more massive in every way than most ponies she’d met over the years! Staring in awe at his groin, she started when he released his waistband and robbed her of the sinful view.

“Ya know, now that I’m thinking about it, maybe I’m in the wrong here,” he noted, thoughtfully stroking his chin. “It’s awfully rude of me to be chatting up some pony who’s just out trying to enjoy her evening. Come on, guys, let’s leave this nice mare be.”

She turned in place, watching as the quartet walked away and toward the stoop they’d abandoned. The entire interaction couldn’t have lasted more than a few minutes at most, yet the way they’d approached her and spoken with her, ignoring or ignorant to the fact that she was a literal hero, gave her a moment for pause. To them, she was just a mare, one attractive enough to catch their eye, and their shamelessness and chauvinism because of that was thrilling.

“A…Ahem,” she loudly cleared her throat as she turned to face them. Waiting for them to slow and look back at her, she pulled at the lapel of her duster just enough to reveal her neck and collar. “Perhaps I could show you fine colts what’s under this thing.”

Turning on one heel, she proceeded to and down a nearby alleyway. The sound of their heavy footfalls and mutters brought a smile to her face while she strutted along. There’d been no doubt they’d follow her ~ why would they not? She was an innocent, defenseless mare all by her lonesome - or so she’d have them think.

Coming to a stop within the narrow, gloomy backstreet, she looked over her shoulder with a single azure eye and waited for them. Each was respectable in their own right, tall and well-built, and they’d made it abundantly clear that they fancied her, which almost made her feel bad for what she was going to do - almost. Opening the front of her duster, she shrugged her shoulders and let the garment fall from her frame.

“I do hope they’re to your liking,” she cooed, lifting her arms and bringing her hands to the back of her head.

The look on their faces was delicious and everything she’d hoped for. Even in the dim light, the dark stripes painted over her snow-white coat were clear as day. Showing off the black bands on her body would have been provocative in and of itself, though the markings were only the tip of the iceberg. Other than her coat, the only thing she had on was a neon-pink sling bikini.

“Whatever’s the matter?” she asked, spinning on her heel. “Cat got your tongues?”

Jitu snickered, shook his head, and burst into laughter. “Oh that’s nice...”

Running her hands under the twin bands of fabric running from her crotch up to her shoulders, she cupped one breast in each hand. “Thank you, darling, but I didn’t come out like this just to be looked at.”

With a flick of fingers, she caused the cloth to slip down either side of her tits and exposed her nipples. There was no way she’d ever be able to do something so audacious in Ponyville, what with everyone knowing her and a glaring lack of big, beefy studs to flaunt her stuff to, but she wasn’t in Ponyville ~ was she. Adding fuel to the fire, seeing the shorts or pants tent in excitement, she drew one hand down her waist and to her moistening loins.

“You’d mentioned something about showing me a good time ~” she cooed, shamelessly rubbing her marehood, “did you mean that or are you - yes, all of you, willing to put your bits where your mouths are?”

Striding toward her and leaving his companions in his wake, Jitu delicately squeezed her bosoms. “You’re a real freak ~ aren’t ya?”

“Guilty,” she tittered, returning the favor by fondling the bulge in his jeans. Leaning to one side, she looked past him and to his stricken friends. “Don’t be so coy, dearies, I’ve got three holes that are just begging to be put to use.”

“Oh no,” Jitu snarled, twisting her nipples and causing her to mewl in delight. “They can have you after I’m done with you.”

She peered up into his eyes and smirked. The whole reason she’d made her late night foray was to find someone like him, a stallion who wasn’t afraid to take what they wanted, and she couldn’t have been happier with how covetous he was. After all her friends had waxed poetic about how astounding Zebricans were, she simply had to experience one for herself. While she had no interest in miring herself in a long-term relationship, she wasn’t above getting absolutely ruined by a virile stud to scratch her amorous itch and sate her curiosity.

“Then by all means,” she whispered, standing on her tiptoes to give him a fleeting kiss, “we should show them how it’s done…”

Opening the front of his pants, she sank into a deep squat before him. The cool air on her fur clashed with the fire raging in her nethers, making it easy to forget where she was practically naked. Fighting the urge to tear his pants off, she slipped a hand into the front of his jeans and froze.

Though she couldn’t see it, she could sure as heck feel what was an absolutely monstrous stallionhood. In an instant, her enthusiasm to service the magnificent creature grew tinged with apprehension. Twilight, Pinkie, Applejack - heck, all of her friends had gone on and on about how exquisitely well-hung Zebricans were, although the twitching, swelling log of flesh against her fingertips felt more like a third leg than a dick.

As she steeled herself and began drawing his pants down his legs, her eyes widened in shock. Her slender digits hadn’t deceived her, Jitu’s length was positively gargantuan - better still, the scent wafting out from his underwear was divine. Slowly and almost sensually revealing every impossibly thick inch of his shaft, she sensed her depths seize in anticipation.

“What was it you said?” he mockingly inquired, wrenching her attention away from his package and up to his face. “Something about putting your bits where your mouth is?”

“Q…quite…” she quietly sputtered, giving a small nod.

Mother of mercy ~ how was he not lightheaded from all the blood filling his cock? His tool hung heavily under its own weight, unable to stand proudly like every pony stallion she’d bedded prior, though it was most definitely about as hard as it was going to get. Purely out of curiosity, not having a measuring tape handy, she lifted a forearm and pressed it against the obsidian shaft dangling inches from her face.

The tip of his length was nearly as broad as her clenched fist, the root of his endowment was even thicker than that, and his balls - goodness gracious, his balls were as big as a pair of small cantaloupes! Hearing him snort and seeing him shift, reminded that he wasn’t some art piece to be admired, she tenderly clutched his tool and hefted it to her muzzle. She’d gone though all the trouble to find him and lure him somewhere private, and now it was time to get down to business.

Sex and foreplay, much like every endeavor in which she excelled, were an art and weren’t to be rushed. Opening her mouth and lolling out her tongue, she leaned back and gave his tremendous cock-head a little kiss. The thick aroma radiating from him, the taste of sweat on his unwashed skin, and boorish demeanor - each and every facet of the youthful stud was barbaric and unrefined, though that was one of the reasons she’d sought him and his uncouth associates out.

He reached down and ran his fingers through her mane as she gradually worked him to the back of his maw. With her eyes on his face, the corners of her lips turned up. He may have been far bigger and more powerful than her, but he lacked one thing - experience. For all his strength and impudence, he wasn’t prepared to deal with a mare of her caliber.

Bobbing her head and servicing a fraction of his shaft, she cradled and lovingly kneaded his balls. She’d make sure that every drop of his rich, virile seed was spent in or on her, coating the paint she’d so diligently marked herself with, but that would only come as her reward for a job well-done. As she closed her eyes and softly groaned, savoring him like a fine, exotic wine, his grip on the back of her skull tightened.

In a blink, holding her right where she was, he stepped forward and bucked his hips. Every inch of his shaft was driven down her gullet, forcing her jaw open and causing her to gag. All of her careful preparation, the plans she’d made to seduce a stud she’d never have to see again, shattered in that terrifying moment.

Rolling his hips back and freeing a portion of his lipstick-smeared length, he grunted. “You’re taking too damn long, toots. Here, let me help you with that.”

His cock plunged down her throat before he finished speaking. Her eyes watered, her lungs tried in vain to draw air, and she tensed from head to toe as he began ruthlessly fucking her face. Her machinations were gone, replaced by the realization that a beast of his caliber would not - could not be so easily tamed.

He kept one hand on her as he pulled his shirt up and over his head, though the sight of his rippling abs and sculpted chest gave her little comfort. Pawing at her neck, pushing against him, scrambling away - there was nothing she could do to unsheath herself from him. Teetering on the verge of panic, her mind came to a startling conclusion - since she couldn’t flee, there was only one reasonable thing she could do.

Releasing his balls, her hands shot to her swaying breasts and groin. Some part of her, a primitive piece she’d railed against for her entire life, came to life. She was a mare, he was a stallion - it was that simple. Her place, her role in the grand scheme of things, was to continue the legacy of the most remarkable stud she could find, and that realization crushed her fear beneath an arousal like she’d never known.

“There you - Nnnph - go,” he guffawed. “Ain’t no shame in getting off while getting your throat swabbed - hell, it’s what you came here for ~ ain’t it?”

A weak croak was all she could muster while she jammed three fingers into her needy, slavering cunt. There was no way for her to know if she’d end up blacking out, but darned if she wasn’t going to enjoy every brutal second of being used in such a depraved way. She was a refined mare and hero of renown, yet that meant nothing to him - no, she was nothing more than an outlet for his savage desires.

Time flowed like honey in winter, steadily marching onward and slowly sapping her of her strength. Her vision tunneled, her lungs burned, and her marehood spasmed - still, in spite of the dire circumstances, she inched closer and closer to release. As she teetered on the brink, standing at the razor’s edge of a climax, he abruptly stopped and withdrew his cock from her snout.

“If you want this load, you’re gonna have to work for it,” he mused, holding and waving his dick at her. “Twerk that fat ass for me.”

She would have been angry about the mention of her weight, had she not been too busy coughing and sending ropes of spittle and pre-cum sailing past her lips. Holding up one finger and mutely asking for his patience, she unsteadily got to her feet and turned away from him. Given everything she’d done already, including having choked on him for what felt like a small eternity, obliging his request was the least she could do to get what she wanted.

Bending over and leveling her ass at him, she rested her hands on her knees, lowered herself slightly, and threw her hips back. The clap of her ass, while annoying to her ears, evoked a chorus of whoops and hollers from Jitu’s companions. While she was no fan of the weight she’d put on over the years, especially the bit that had amassed in her derriere, the zebras were apparently pleased with her wobbling, doughy backside.

It may have been a bit off script, but she couldn’t help but try to get them even more worked up than they already were. Periodically rolling her hips from side to side, she reveled in their catcalls. If she was lucky and not too worn out, she wouldn’t mind giving each and everyone of them a go at her - after all, it wasn’t every day that she indulged in such immodest hedonism.

“Yeah,” Jitu breathed, coming up behind her and slapping her tush, “I can definitely work with that.”

Emboldened, she peeked over her shoulder at him. “Glad you - Wha?!?”

She yelped in surprise as he grabbed her waist and effortlessly lifted her into the air. Kicking out at nothing, her legs were seized and brought up to either side of her head. Just like that, in an all but literal flash, Jitu had pulled her back to his chest and was sawing his stallionhood in the cleft of her ass.

“Hope you’re ready for this,” he growled.

Shivering as his length was slid between her lower lips, she squirmed against him. “Oh I’m more than - No, wait!”

Her hubris was her undoing, mistakenly assuming he was going to plow her marehood. The instant the battering ram-like tip of his dick kissed her pucker, he forced his cock into her backdoor. Though she’d never been the biggest fan of anal, the taught ring of her rarely used entrance was stretched open and pushed to its very limit.

With her mouth hanging open in a silent scream, allowing ropes of drool to dangle from her chin, she was used like a flimsy, disposable sex-toy. What should have been a painful experience was overshadowed by the raw fury with which he railed her behind - sure, she’d cleaned and pre-lubed her backside for the occasion, but she’d thought there’d be some manner of foreplay involved! Powerless to stop him, she howled when he fiercely twisted her nipples.

“Make some noise for us, slut,” he jeered, hammering into her ass with reckless abandon.

She did just as he’d asked, though she had no control of it. The discomfort of being contorted in such an unseemly fashion, paired with the colossal stallionhood rearranging her insides, drowned out by the sheer intensity of his rutting - to the point where her mind threatened to fracture. Grunting and groaning with his every plunge, having the wind forced from her, she wearily looked up when a figure trotted in front of her.

She couldn’t tell which of his companions had been advantageous enough to join her, nor did she truly care, but the unnamed stallion had undressed himself from the waist down and was holding his dick in one hand. Her boast about having three holes that were begging to be stuffed came back to haunt her, as the zebra closed the gap between them and filled her marehood in a single, viscous plunge.

The intrusion of a second cock broke her and brought her to a climax before the stud had even hilted. Nectar seeped around his girthy cock, dribbling down his balls and to the concrete beneath them, while she filled the air with a rapturous scream. This - this was what she’d needed for her whole life, for someone brazen enough to strip away her ladylike veneer and breed her like the animal she was deep down inside.

Caving under the pressure of her subconscious impulses, she came over and over and over again. Every time a wave of unimaginable rapture washed over her, another, even more powerful tide of ecstasy struck. She could practically feel herself slipping away, losing herself to the maddening bliss that had claimed her fellow Elements, but she didn’t fight it - no, she embraced it.

All it had taken was one loose thread for the fabric of who she was to be unmade, reducing her to a gibbering, squirting mass of limbs and wails. She was only vaguely aware of what became of her, being passed back and forth between the studs for well over an hour, though she eventually came to her senses when a stiff breeze sent a chill through her. Shakily pushing herself up on one hand, she found herself alone in a pool of cooling jizz.

At some point or another, Jitu and his friends had abandoned her, discarding her once they’d been satisfied. Every single part of her ached, from her distended, cum-bloated belly to her gaped, battered ass and marehood, and she hadn’t the slightest idea of how she was going to make it back to Sweetie’s apartment. She grunted and nearly collapsed when she tried to stand, shakily getting to her feet like a newborn fawn.

Looking to her left and right, she found her duster thrown to the side. Her mane was a disaster, her makeup was ruined, and it felt like there was as much seed on her as in her, yet she smiled all the same. Her friends and her sister had been right, Zebricans really did live up to all the gossip, and she considered herself blessed to have taken their words to heart. The hook had been set and it wouldn’t be a matter of if she sought out the ferocious touch of the striped thugs but when.

After retrieving and donning her coat, she leaned against a dumpster to catch her breath. There was an all too real chance that she’d just been knocked up after she’d just endured, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. She was getting older and the time would soon come for her to settle down, regardless of whether she was a single mother or not. Spreading her legs ever so slightly, she reached down with a trembling hand to rub herself.

Her marehood winked at the touch, though it wasn’t the same as it once had been. She’d been remade, emerging from a lifelong chrysalis with her eyes open to what real pleasure was, and there was no going back. As she closed her eyes and rolled her head back, her thoughts wandered.

She could always hire someone to run the Carousel Boutique and the Canterlot Carousel, making sure her products made their way to the public, and it wasn’t like there were any world-ending threats to deal with anymore. Perhaps it was time to start enjoying herself a little - for goodness’ sake, she deserved it after all the adventures she’d had. Wondering what the future would hold for her, she was stricken with an idea.

There was a way she could spoil herself, one which could be quite lucrative in its own right, and she knew just the mare to help her with it. Striped adult films, ones where pony mares were marked and claimed by zebra stallions, had been enormously successful since the refugees had flooded into Equestria; if she were to pursue a career as an actress, being fucked on camera by one giant stud after another, she could kill two birds with one stone, and she knew just the mare to help her with such pursuits. Stumbling out of the backstreet and continuing to mindlessly get herself off, uncaring that anyone who passed her by would see her disheveled, slatternly state, she ponderously made her way to her sister’s place…