Zebra Anthology

Trotting through the foyer of her homestead, Braeburn slowed when she lifted her gaze and caught her reflection in the glass door leading to the porch. Her fiery mane, golden coat, and jade eyes were the same as they’d ever been, although the rest of her was a different story. Clad in a pair of daisy, boots, and a front-tied flannel shirt, she could easily be mistaken for a mare - then again, given everything she’d been through, she essentially was a mare.

She sighed and shook her head as she continued outside and into the warm, dry air. The orchard was doing well, business was booming, and a great many of her woes had disappeared after she’d hired a trio of farmhands to help out around the ranch, but that didn’t mean her life had gotten much easier over the last few months - if anything, it was more complicated than it had ever been. Even though she’d done her best to prepare for having employees to look after, she could never have predicted just how much having a trio of big, strong Zebrican studs around would affect her.

One of the first things she’d noticed about her workers, aside from their mountainous sizes, was just how pleasant they were. Utata, Intaba, and Ikrele were all nearly twice her size and towered over her - still, in spite of their imposing physiques and towering statures, the three were well mannered and nothing but smiles. Looking over to the barn and the coach house that rested above it, she falteringly smiled.

She wouldn’t deny that the trio had grown on her considerably, insisting that they’d handle all the manual labor in her stead, and did what she could to make sure they were comfortable. Since she suddenly found herself with an abundance of free time on her hands, she would bring them cold drinks, cook their meals, and run errands for them as needed, although it hadn’t taken long for their innocent requests for snacks or fresh fruit to take an unexpected turn. As she continued onward, making her way to the barn with a pitcher of lemonade in one hand, her thoughts drifted back to when she’d discovered what they thought of her.

Usisi - she’d heard them use the word around her before, but it had taken her weeks to ask Utata, the biggest and most talkative of the three, what it meant. Though she’d been confused and embarrassed to learn that they’d been referring to her as sister in their native tongue, they’d assured her that it wasn’t a slight - in fact, they insisted it was a term of endearment. Simply being given a marish nickname had been enough to get her all sorts of flustered, yet that had only been the tip of the iceberg.

It hadn’t bothered her that they’d joked about her looks. Seeing as how she was downright dainty compared to any of them, and that her mane was long and lush, she’d brushed off their flattery as them just messing with her - still, the teasing and flattery didn’t stay as talk for too long. A hug here, a smack on the ass there - little by little, her guests started to get handsy with her. She would have complained and told them to stop, had it not been for one thing - she liked the attention.

On more than one night, she’d go back to her room after the day was done, lock her door, and touch herself while having inappropriate fantasies about the big, burly studs living only a few dozen yards from her house. She’d always grappled with her sexuality, suppressing her lustful urges for stallions, although it wasn’t until one fateful evening when her veneer of heterosexuality had shattered entirely. Having walked in on Utata and his friends showering, seeing water cascade down their downright godly bodies, she’d gotten a little excited and her interest in them had come to light.

Instead of being upset with her or disgusted by her, the trio had done the unthinkable - they’d indulged her. It was a night she’d never forget, one filled with wild, passionate lovemaking until the wee hours of the morning, and the sun had eventually risen on a new mare. She was still technically a stallion on a fundamental level, although her spirit, heart, and to an extent her body had blossomed into what she’d always dreamed to be.

Coming around the side of the barn, she scrunched her snout and snapped back to the present. “What’d I tell y’all about leaving the door open! It’s gonna be hotter than a blister bug in a pepper patch if’n y’all don’t close up behind yourselves.”

She turned, grabbed the handle of the massive sliding door with her free hand, and fruitlessly pulled. Seriously, if there was one gripe she had about her guests, it was that they had a hard time listening! Setting her jaw and straining her arm, she started when a massive hand reached from over her shoulder.

“I got it, Brae,” Utata rumbled, gently ushering her aside while he effortlessly closed the door. Turning to face her, he smiled. “Don’t think that’ll help much though…”

“And how do you figure that?” she groused, having to crane her head to look up at him.

Utata leaned in, brought his muzzle to her face, and snorted. “Because the place will be a lot hotter now that you’re in it.”

Blood rushed to her cheeks, her nipples went hard, and she instantly averted her gaze. “Aw hush, Uta. Ah ain’t fallin’ for your flirting again.”

Without skipping a beat, he ran his hand down her back. “So we should skip the flirting ~ eh?”

Sweet Celestia - the big bastard had a knack of making her weak in the knees. Stepping to the side, she thrust the pitcher of lemonade into his grip and marched deeper into the barn. “Nope, no sir! I’m just here to bring y’all something to drink and to check up on ya.”

Passing Intaba, who was sitting on the back of a wagon to remove his shoes, she made for the stairs leading up to their apartment. While it would have been nice to let them stay in her house, there simply wasn’t room for them in her home - that and the door frames weren’t exactly designed for stallions their size. She glanced over her shoulder, wondering where the third stud was lurking, yelped when something smacked against her ass.

Rubbing her stinging backside, she stopped in her tracks and glowered over at the open shower stall she’d been walking by. “Very funny, Ike…”

Ike smirked and continued drying himself off with the towel he’d snapped her with. She wanted to be mad, to tell him that that was no way to treat a lady, yet the sight of his naked body gave her a moment for pause. Like his companions, his chiseled muscles, striped hide, and sheer masculinity were wonders to behold, cementing her servile role and setting her heart to race.

“Have you been a good usisi today?” Uta purred in her ear as a set of thick fingers crept around her waist and into the front of her shorts.

Just as his digits reached the skin of her groin, she slapped his arm and leapt away from him. “Like y’all gave me much of a choice!”

“What?” Uta laughed. “You’re a clever mare, so I’m sure you could figure out how to take it off - that is, if you wanted to take it off…”

Staring up at him, she crossed her arms under her chest and silently pouted. He was dressed similarly to his friends, wearing jeans, working boots, and a tank top, although he had one accessory they didn’t. Hung from a small chain around his neck was a key - a key that ensured she only had one way of getting off.

“It ain’t funny, Uta,” she sulked, doing her darnedest not to peek down at the bulge in his pants.

“Who said anything about it being funny?” he smoothly countered. “It’s not like you were using it anyways ~ were you…?”

Refusing to meet his gaze, she ground her thighs together and felt the front of her shorts grow moist. She still couldn’t figure out how he’d gotten it on her, or where he’d gotten the darn thing for that matter, but she’d woken up in chastity roughly a month prior. He said the little cage was for her own sake, that it would help her appreciate their company, and he’d been right - well, mostly right.

“It’s getting tight ~ isn’t it?” he smugly hummed.

“N…no!” she bleated, stamping her hoof for good measure.

Standing tall, he loomed over her and grinned. “Then prove it.”

She went to protest, to tell him that she didn’t have to prove a dang thing, but she remained silent. Questioning him, especially in front of his friends, would only ensure a night of pent-up frustration and possibly, if she was lucky, a wet dream to clean up after come morning. Lowering her arms and turning her eyes to the dusty floor, she brought one hand to the front of her shorts and unfastened the button.

“There,” she murmured, pulling down her fly and revealing the glimmering chrome locked over her colthood.

“Awwww,” he sighed, stepping closer and closing the gap between them. “You’re this wet for little ol’ me? Well ain’t that sweet.”

Remaining right where she was, making no attempt to get away from him, she gnawed her bottom lip when he ran a finger over her pre-cum slickened chastity. The cage was a blessing and a curse; while it did heighten her sensitivity and make getting plowed even more incredible than it would have been otherwise, it robbed her of the ability to get sexual relief herself - sure, she could always go out and buy a dildo, but fucking herself silly was a line she wasn’t willing to cross. As his hand slid upward and beneath her shirt, she stifled a whimper.

“And these perky little tits,” he continued, lovingly squeezing her chest before tweaking one nipple. “Before you know it, you’ll be making all the mares in town jealous.”

Smacking his hand away, she locked eyes with him. “They ain’t tits!”

Her protest was laughable at best. While she may not have had a pair of expansive bosoms, there was no denying that the soft, sensitive mounds of doughy flesh where her pecs should have been weren’t breasts. She snatched his wrist when he went for the knot tying her shirt, realizing what he was going to do before he did it, but there was no stopping him.

He pulled at the fabric and caused her top to drift open and reveal her budding bust. “They look like tits to me, but just to be sure…”

As he squatted down and pulled her in, she threw her hands to his shoulders and tried to resist. “W…wait!”

The moment his pouting, black lips latched to her nipple, she softly moaned. She had no way of knowing if this was how mares felt when their breasts were suckled, but it felt absolutely incredible. Slipping the fingers of one hand through his mohawk and to the back of his head, relishing the sound and sensation of him humming around the delicate bud of flesh, she bucked her hips.

Her chest wasn’t the only part of her that had changed. The lack of manual labor had left her muscles to wither away and caused her figure to soften. With a trim waist, broad hips, and a backside that wouldn’t have been out of place on a bikini model, she could understand why stallions - real stallions would gawk at her when she went into Appleloosa for groceries.

As if her figure wasn’t a dead giveaway to her sexual interests, her voice and face were much different than they used to be. Plump lips, delicate features, a luscious mane, and a soft, lilting voice were the cherry on top, accentuating her look and reminding her of just how far she’d come whenever she spoke or looked into a mirror. Her metamorphosis had been gradual, so slow that she’d scarcely noticed it was happening at all, and she wondered where and when it would end.

Withdrawing with a soft pop, Uta wormed a finger down the back of her shorts and rubbed her winking backdoor. “Bet your pussy’s aching right now,” he cooed, kissing his way up her neck. “You like it when I call it that ~ don’t you?”

“M…mm-hmm,” she warily responded, humiliated but almost painfully aroused.

Uta straightened up and grunted and flashed his teeth at her. “How about you show it off for me and the studs…”

Looking around and seeing that she held both Ikre and Intaba’s attention, seeing them expectantly watching her, she swallowed hard. While she hadn’t consciously gone out to see the stallions for anything even remotely sexual, she wasn’t surprised in the slightest that things had taken a lecherous turn. The three had been working hard since before sunup, they were all healthy as oxen, and their libidos were higher than any pony’s she’d ever met - bearing all that in mind, it was her duty - no, her privilege to help them blow off some steam.

She sighed as she sauntered over to the empty, hopped up, and seated herself on the relatively cool wood. There was only one way this was going to end, but she wasn’t about to show how enthusiastic she was. The last time she’d shown any overt eagerness, being assertive enough to hit on one of them, they’d denied and teased her for the better part of a week, so she had to play it cool.

Removing her top and tossing it to the side, she leaned back and wiggled her shorts down her hips and over her thighs. Maybe it was because they were zebras, or perhaps she’d never had the best grasp on how stallions were supposed to treat a mare - in either case, she’d learned that being a bit submissive paid dividends. Her legs parted and she fully reclined as she kicked her cut-offs away.

Bending one knee and reaching between her thighs, she put her nethers on full display and kneaded her soft, yielding entrance. Her backdoor, much like the rest of her, had developed considerably. Once a taut crater between her cheeks, the pronounced, donut-like ring of her pucker had transformed to fulfill its true purpose. Extraordinarily loose and wickedly tender, her ass had become a snatch in all but name.

“Look at that sloppy cunt,” Uta mused, walking to her and cramming a trio of digits into her backside. “Yeah, you’re just begging for it now…”

She quivered and nodded as pre-cum oozed from her cage. Her family would be mortified of what she’d become, that she’d forsake any chance of ever getting a marefriend and settling down with a family, yet the sins of the flesh more than made up for anything she would have lost. Pawing at her chest and softly mewling while he fingered her p-spot, she bucked into his hand.

“Ah ah -” he tutted, stepping back, “I think me and the studs want a little bit of a show ~ don’t we?”

Glancing over at Ikre and Intaba, she glided her hand past her pitiable package and began fisting herself. Lubrication wasn’t an issue, given that she kept herself ready for a rutting at a moment’s notice, and there was no point in starting things slowly. Uta had taught her a number of things, but one of the most prudent was that subtlety was not a strength.

She breathed hard and stared down at her crotch as she stuffed her hand into her well-trained behind. While once she would have been mortified to do such a thing, much less in front of anypony, the hope of what was to come, of her reward, was all too alluring. Twisting one nipple and continuing to loosen her already ass open, she listened to the trio snickering at her.

Sometimes the studs would pounce on her immediately - others, they’d take their time and savor her shameful displays; on this particular occasion, it took them several minutes before they grew weary of her spectacle. Ikre and Intaba flanked her, moving to either side of the cart, while Uta strolled between her legs, flexed his groin, and rested his tremendous stallionhood over her crotch. She couldn’t say when they’d undressed, save for Ikre who’d just finished showering, but seeing their monstrous, turgid endowments set her heart racing.

“Little usisi,” Uta breathed, running his stallionhood over her cage and delicate coin purse. “Do you think we should let that little clit out for some fun?”

She paused, unsure if she was expected to answer, and whined when he slapped his cock against her balls. “I…I don’t know…”

“Of course you don’t,” he chuckled, whetting his length with her pre-cum. “You’re here for us, a pretty face, charming body, and warm, welcoming pair of holes for true studs ~ aren’t you?”

Nodding and extending her hands to either side, she lazily stroked off Ikre and Intaba. Surrounded by the three, even though none of them were particularly close to her face, she breathed in the thick, exhilarating musk radiating from them. Even before her body had started to change, back when she’d ignorantly considered herself a stallion, her natural scent was nothing like theirs.

Uta shied back and clutched the base of his shaft, drawing his cock-head down her taint and to her entrance, but then froze. “No,” he muttered. “If you want it, you must earn it.”

Despite having one colossal dick in each hand, she bolted upright and scrambled off the cart. She didn’t simply want them to use her - she needed them to use her. The depraved pleasure they delivered was unlike anything she’d ever known, twisting her and corrupting her on a fundamental level, and her life would be over if she didn’t appease them - of course, she could always find and entice another zebra for herself, but she owed these three for showing her her true path.

She fell to her knees as Uta eased himself down, laid back, and slipped his hands behind his head. It was obvious that he wanted her to please him, to worship him like the virile demigod he was, and she was all too happy to oblige him. Shuffling between his outstretched legs, she lowered her head and buried her snout in the thick folds of flesh at the root of his length.

His bouquet was divine, rich and more potent than what should have been possible, and it fogged her mind with glee. She moaned as she lifted her head, running her tongue up the sensitive underside of his length while looking past his monolithic dick and up to his smirking face. While she may not have been an actual mare, lacking a vulnerable womb for them to make use of, one definite benefit of her unique position was that she knew just how to service a stallionhood.

With the taste of sweat and bitter, unwashed flesh dancing over her palate, she reached the head of his shaft and wrapped her lips around him. She’d nearly gagged the first time she’d tried to suck one of them off, struggling to accommodate something so huge in her muzzle, yet time, patience, and regular practice had honed her skills. As she bobbed her head and worked him deeper into her gullet, his friends stepped over and flanked her.

She glanced left and right, up to Ikre and Intaba, while she brought her hands to their respective loins. Serving more than one of them was common, if only to warm one up until they’d had their turn, yet feeling the heat and weight of their cocks against her palms, unable to touch her thumb to her fingers around them, never failed to elevate her excitement. While it was a bit awkward and unfair just to nurse on the tip of Uta’s length, she did the best she could under the circumstances.

She almost felt like she was in some sort of juggling act, stroking off two studs while struggling to blow a third, yet being the center of attention was its own reward. Pre-cum wept from her chastity, leaking down in ropes to the earth, while her lust threatened to overtake her sanity. It was maddening to know that only they could give her what she so desperately desired, and she loved it.

Growing more frantic, unable to fully commit to any one of the three stallions while simultaneously getting more and more aroused herself, she toed the line of her breaking point. There was only so much anypony could endure - for her, feeling the cool air against her gaped, ravenous ass, she was nearly at her wit’s end. Seconds from withdrawing and begging, pleading for him to take her on the ground like some common whore, he waved a finger down at her.

“Fuck yourself on me, slut,” he whispered.

If he hadn’t sensed just how needy she was, he’d grown weary of her half-assed job of sucking his cock - regardless, she wasn’t going to give him time to change his mind. She straightened up in a flash and mounted him, dragging her cage over his cock until his stallionhood had settled between her buns. Guided by feel alone, temporarily forgetting all about his friends, she lifted her waist, kissed her pussy to his entrance, and sank down.

Bang

All it had taken was the sensation of his bloated cock-head against her p-spot to make her climax. Her eyes rolled back, the breath hitched in her throat, and thin, impotent seed weakly gushed from her twitching colthood. The orgasm was, as always, amazing, better than anything she could easily describe, but she couldn’t savor it - not yet at least.

She descended lower, hilting Uta in her behind as she turned her head to one side. As she’d expected, Intaba’s stallionhood stood proudly before her, inches from her snout. Throwing one arm out to her left and blindly feeling for Ike, not wanting him to feel left out, she clutched his awaiting dick and put her body to work.

This - this was an arrangement she could more easily grapple with. Bucking upon Uta like a seasoned cowgirl, she closed her eyes as Intaba clutched the back of her head and thrust into her face. In an instant, too fast for her to get a lungful of air, a gargantuan stallionhood was driven straight down her throat while a second rearranged her insides. She would have felt bad for Ike, understanding that a hand was a poor substitute for a mouth or an ass, but she wasn’t too concerned - after all, it would only be a matter of time until he got his turn.

She couldn’t say if all Zebrican stallions were like the three beefy angels living on her ranch, but she positively adored her studs. Their deep voices, the way they’d playfully slap her ass or catcall her, how incredible it felt to fall asleep after being bred by one or all of them - simply put, they were perfect. Reveling in their affection and practically drunk on the musk filling her nostrils, she flew into a frenzy - a frenzy the trio were more than happy to counter.

Uta clutched her hips and bucked into her, seizing control and making her move harder and faster than before, while Intaba held the base of her skull and swabbed her throat. They were usually like this, being gracious enough to allow her to start things off before taking the reins, but that wasn’t a complaint. If tending to their needs was phenomenal, being used like a sex-toy by them was downright heavenly.

She scarcely noticed when Ikre moved away from her, removing his dick from her grasp, although that allowed her to focus more on Intaba. Squeezing and massaging one tit, she cradled the titan’s balls in her palm. A good mare remembered to make a spectacle of herself, providing a visual feast for her lover or lovers, and she’d become less reserved in their company.

A cocktail of saliva and pre-cum dripped down her chin and over her bust as her choked gags filled the air. She was already lightheaded from the smell of them, although the lack of air made it even more difficult to think clearly. Driven upward by a particularly hard thrust from Uta, she tried and failed to maintain her balance.

“Fuck - Nnnph - her face after she’s laying on me,” Uta growled.

Intaba looked like he’d been about to protest, leering down at his friend, but relented and stepped back. Freeing his glistening cock, he stepped around and knelt over Uta’s head. An ordinary stallion would have been dismayed by having a friend’s nuts so close to his face, yet none of the glorious Zebricans cared about anything other than sating themselves with her.

Smacking her ass, Uta brought a hand to her lower back and wrenched her forward. “Get comfy. We’ll handle it from here…”

She wasn’t given no choice in the matter, falling onto her hands and knees on Uta while he continued railing her, and that was fine in her book. Picking up where she’d left off with Intaba, she balanced on one arm while stroking and sucking his cock. She’d nearly forgotten about Ike, figuring he’d gone to get a drink or to take care of something, although she quickly realized he hadn’t gone far.

The feeling of something blunt and incredibly girthy pressing to her already stuffed pucker was all the warning she had before Ikre plunged into her. Even with all her training and the countless times she’d debased herself or been railed into a coma by her trio of lovers, she wasn’t prepared. Although she’d only just cum, still riding the high of her ecstasy, she was wracked with a climax so intense that it shattered her sanity outright.

Her rapturous howl lasted no longer than the blink of an eye and was abruptly cut off. No sooner had she opened her maw to scream out than Intaba sheathed the entirety of his stallionhood in her face. What little strength she had left fled from her, her blood ran like wildfire, and any chance she’d ever have of retaining even a trace of her masculinity was obliterated outright.

Awash in a blissful sea, drowning in unimaginable ecstasy, she fully surrendered herself. She’d heard stories about this, of how mares and stallions alike would succumb to the wiles of Zebrican might, but she’d always dismissed it as gossip - that was no longer the case. Staving off oblivion by sheer willpower alone, she fantasized about what her future would hold.

On the slim chance that the trio would someday leave her to fend for herself, she could always take up a job at the local brothel or tavern as a callmare, yet that wasn’t a concern. No matter what they subjected her to, irrespective of the depraved depths she’d sink to, she’d do anything in her power to please them. They’d remade her, turned her into more of a sex-pet than a legitimate paramour, and she couldn’t be happier because of it…