Zebra Anthology

“Hmmhmm,” Celestia snickered as she turned and gazed at her reflection.

The thatch roof overhead, crude brickwork of the walls around her, and the earth beneath her bare feet were a far departure from the lavishes of the Canterlot castle, yet she enjoyed each and everyone of them. After spending countless centuries living in the lap of luxury, spending her days somewhere simple, far from the politics of conceited bureaucrats and haughty nobles, was just what she’d hoped for after her abdication - well, no, they were part of what she’d hoped for. As the corners of her lips turned up, she drew her hands down her shoulders, over her breasts, and past the soft, vulnerable flesh of her abdomen.

Gone were the days of raising the sun and sitting in a throne room, replaced by a simpler, vastly more rewarding life. Taking Twilight’s advice, she’d set out on a solitary expedition to Zebrica to learn of the people, their plight, and to offer her services in any way she could. She’d expected some fanfare, to be pampered like a royal or viewed with curiosity at the very least, yet the locals had done far more than welcome her with open arms.

For the first time in longer than she could remember, she’d been treated like a mare - not a Princess, not a demigod alicorn, but a mare. She’d been flattered when young stallions from the tribe waxed poetic about her beauty, singing her songs and practically worshiping the ground she walked on, and it hadn’t taken her long to sample what they had to offer - after all, given how Twilight had spoken so highly of the striped stallion’s erotic performance, she couldn’t help herself. She chuckled and shook her head, astonished that the mare in the mirror was actually her.

Her physique was the same as it had ever been, voluptuous to a fault resplendent in all her natural glory, although her beauty had been elevated by leaps and bounds by the natives. Thick, black stripes lined her snow-white fur, covering her from her brow to her feet, swirling and marking her as a claimed mare. Laughing at the thought, amused that anypony, regardless of their species, could subdue her, she pinched the bridge of her snout. The potions, alchemy, and primitive enchantments placed upon her were entertaining, meant to bend her will by magnifying her physical sensitivity, but her will was unyielding - that being said, they did make sex even more wonderful than it would have been ordinarily.

She’d freely admit that Zebrican stallions were a cut above the rest, what with their incredible endowments, alluring scent, and impeccable technique between the sheets, but to think that one of them render her a gibbering, enthralled mess was utterly absurd. Whereas other mares could be and often were beguiled by striped studs, she was not other mares. She was Celestia, Princess of the Dawn, and it was she who subjugated any and all who were bold enough to bed her.

“My Queen,” a familiar voice quietly rumbled, causing her to peek over her shoulder.

With his head bowed, Terara knelt just within her hut. There was nothing spectacular about the stallion, he held no particular rank or title within his tribe, although he’d been one of the lucky few to catch her eye. Taller, stronger, and far more humble than his kin, the colossal stud kept his eyes shut and awaited her response.

Turning her attention back to her reflection, she idly levitated her raiments from the simple nightstand resting by her bed. “Yes…?”

“I simply wished to greet you this fine morning, my Queen,” he muttered.

She paid him little mind as she continued dressing herself. While she’d become quite taken with adapting to the culture, wearing little if any clothing, she had become quite fond of the jewelry she’d been presented with. Save for a necklace, hoops hanging from her ears, and a pair of golden nipple rings, she was radiance made manifest. Such a look would have been scandalous to say the least in Equestria, especially when she’d bore a crown, but this wasn’t Equestria.

Shifting and strolling to the foot of her bed, she seated herself and peered down at Terara. She’d never been one for formalities, often telling her subjects that they needn’t refer to her as my Princess, yet being called Queen never failed to bring a smile to her face. Ever since she’d entered Zebrica, merely hoping to see the sights and broaden her horizons, the natives had viewed and idolized her as a maternal deity - doubly so after she’d dominated their fiercest studs and shrugged off their attempts to tame her.

“Was there anything else?” she urged as her eyes swept from his broad chest to the loincloth hanging over his nethers.

Remaining where he knelt, he glanced up at her with a single, emerald eye. “In truth, I wished to look upon your glory, my Queen.”

She smirked hearing the softly spoken word. “And why would you wish to do something like that…?”

“Because your glory, your radiance, is divinity given flesh,” he breathed, lifting his head to look upon her.

Her nipples grew erect, straining against the bar of metal through them, while her marehood clenched in anticipation. She hadn’t known it for millennia, never having given it the slightest bit of thought, but this was what she deserved. Swinging one arm back and reclining upon it, she spread her legs ever so slightly.

“Be honest, Terara,” she cooed, lowering a hand to stroke the plump, succulent mound of her marehood.

Unable to look away from her loins, he shifted in place. “I…I would never…”

“Never what?” she faintly pressed, slipping two fingers down to spread her lower lips.

She was already sopping wet, dampening the blanket upon which she sat, and she could tell that the view she was giving him, paired with her honeyed words, were having a profound effect. Lifting and shifting the strip of leather away from groin, his stallionhood swelled to life. Her list of carnal triumphs was beyond measure, including a whole host of differing species from across the land, although there were perilously few who could contend with Terara and a small number of his ilk. Shamelessly caressing her clit, she sighed.

“I long for you, my Queen,” he finally admitted, confessing what she already knew, “and I would do anything to serve you.”

“Then go,” she gently but firmly tutted. “Return with three - no, four of your most virile tribesponies and I’ll allow you to pleasure your Queen.”

He shot to his feet, slammed a fist to his chest, and scampered out without delay, allowing her to make herself comfortable. She really couldn’t blame him for his enthusiasm, considering he’d never encountered a mare like her before. Even compared to the largest, most fertile Zebrican females, she was in a league of her own.

Her tits were gargantuan by any standard, larger than most ponies’ heads, her hips were full and made for bearing foals, and her derriere, arguably her most bounteous asset, turned heads wherever she went - in short, she was the embodiment of a colt’s wet dream. Sliding back to the headboard of her bed, she made herself comfortable and fondled herself. She had no doubt Terara would waste no time in returning, but there was nothing wrong with indulging herself until then.

She softly moaned as she slipped two fingers into herself, savoring the feeling yet knowing it couldn’t compare to what was to come. Leaving Canterlot was the best thing she’d ever done for herself - not because she didn’t adore her subjects, but because it was high time she got some rest and relaxation. Wantonly getting herself off, twisting one nipple and sinking a third digit into her aching snatch, she closed her eyes and waited impatiently.

Her assumption about Terara making haste proved all too accurate as the young stallion returned with four companions. She cracked one eye and looked out at them while she continued pleasuring herself, assessing the small group like one who would appraise cuts of steak. Each of the stallions was smaller than her chosen stud, likely because they were the first he’d come across or possibly due to him wishing to show his superiority, although that was hardly a concern. Between the quintet, she felt certain that she’d be reasonably satisfied.

“Well, well, well,” she began as her heavily lidded eyes swept from one stallion’s face to the next, “quite the virile little gang we have here. Try not to disappoint me…”

The four nameless zebras descended upon her like a pack of wolves. Two of the studs moved to her sides and presented their equipment, a third was brazen enough to straddle her midsection and rest his cock between her breasts, and the fourth gingerly lifted and began kissing her foot. Each of them acted thoughtlessly, caving to their lecherous urges, and she found the display adorable. Setting herself to task, lest her admirers get the wrong impression, she unleashed a fraction of her carnal might.

She moved with purpose and centuries of practice, stroking one dick in each hand while driving her toes into the depraved stallion’s muzzle. Their ministrations were unrefined, lacking any grace or self-restraint whatsoever, although there was one amongst them that stood out. Feeling a hot breath wash over her sex, she grinned.

Terara was the only stallion in the village who placed her first, putting her pleasure above his own, and in so doing he’d won her favor. Planting her free foot against the mattress, she bucked her hips and anointed his face with her nectar. It wasn’t like she hadn’t had fun in the castle, sneaking off with a guard or two here or there, but this was what she truly craved.

Looking upward and at the stallion who’d boldly mounted her, keeping her eyes on his face, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the tip of his length. She could tell he hadn’t bathed that morning, tasting his sweat and smelling the strong, heady musk radiating from his package, but that was hardly a bad thing. While most nobles would recoil at the thought of gratifying a commoner, much less a relatively uncivilized one, she preferred the vulgarity of unsophisticated natives.

Within seconds, pre-cum coated her tongue, palate, and palms, all while Terara feasted upon her loins. Their zeal was infectious, filling her with determination and causing the fires of her passion to burn as brightly as the sun. She doubted that any of them would last beyond the foreplay, although she had a plan to prevent just that.

Though she was a Princess of renown, regal and gracious when she’d held dominion over Equestria, she wasn’t without her amorous wiles. Simply put, she was a sexual machine, an indomitable goddess, and she had more experience than the combined total of her group of lovers. Expertly jacking two off while nursing the third’s stallionhood, she took keen note of their breathing, the way their cocks pulsed, and the pace with which they moved.

The psychological bliss of controlling them, of having them wrapped around her fingers, eclipsed the physical pleasure they delivered - sure, being toyed with by the quintet felt amazing, but it paled in comparison to the mental aspect of having them under her thumb. If she asked them to jump, they’d do so without question - should she tell them to stop, they wouldn’t hesitate to halt what they were doing. Though they weren’t her subjects, her sway over them was absolute and intoxicating.

Whenever one of the studs would get a bit too fervent, she’d relent and shift her focus to another. It was a delicate dance, edging three paramours at once, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle with ease. Biding her time and relishing her efforts without getting anywhere close to finishing herself, she halted entirely once each of them, save Terara, on the ropes.

“Colts,” she demurely announced, having cleared her muzzle with a soft Pop, “line up and present yourselves for me…”

The group only wavered for a moment, clearly wishing to continue but not willing to disobey. Dejectedly stepping away and to one side of the bed, they squared their shoulders, held their arms to their sides, and stood tall. Now that the opening act was finished, it was time to move on to the main event.

Leveling a finger at the smallest of the five, she flashed her teeth. “You…”

Upon calling him out, she splayed her legs and nodded. The request went unspoken, but he obliged her all the same. Rushing between her parted thighs, acting like little more than an animal, he plunged into her and started thrusting with reckless abandon. She would have pitied him, realizing he couldn’t even kiss her womb with his endowment, had it not been for one thing - the look on his face was one of unremitted bliss.

She noisily groaned as she locked her legs around him, aiding his efforts and giving each of his plunges a bit of extra force. His stallionhood was impressive by pony standards, yet it was only barely enough to scratch her lustful itch. Milking his wildly pistoning shaft, she pawed at her tits and shamelessly made a spectacle of herself.

She would outlast him, of that she was certain, so she did the only reasonable thing she could do - she saw how quickly she could make him cum. Sex, as with a great many things in life, was a mixture of many elements; a combination of theatrics and skill, the art of making love, no matter how barbaric, took years to master, and she was an expert. Howling out, she feigned a climax.

The faux orgasm worked to stunning effect, destroying the young stallion’s composure almost instantaneously. Without slowing in the slightest, he threw himself atop her, whimpered like a foal, and bathed her depths with his seed. The warmth of his essence coating her interior was exquisite, but it was seeing and hearing his ecstasy that pushed her closer to her limit.

“Good colt,” she whispered, running her fingers through his mohawk.

He wearily smiled, backed away, and unsheathed his softening cock from her marehood. Though he was free to leave, carrying about with his morning however he saw fit, she hoped he’d stay for a second round once he’d recuperated. She rolled over and cleared some room on the bed, the remaining four stallions shifted nervously.

Extending two fingers, she pointed to two of the studs. “You two…”

She patted the mattress where she’d just been laying, prompting one of the stallions to lay down. As soon as the stud had eased himself onto the bed, pushed herself up, swung a leg over him, and smoothly impaled herself on his pillar-like tool in a reverse cowgirl position. Slightly thicker than her first partner of the morning, he stretched her just enough to send a thrilled shiver up her spine.

“Now you,” she murmured to the second stallion, “come here and swab your Queen’s throat.”

Bucking herself on the supine stud as though he were a sex-toy, she opened her mouth as the other zebra stepped onto the bed before her. Riding somepony was always a pleasant experience, but it was made all the more intense when she was starved of air. She relaxed her throat as the duo started to move, making use of her gullet and succulent pussy respectively.

Her eyes watered slightly and her marehood quivered as she gradually approached the edge. Just as fervent as the first stallion, the pair she’d chosen lacked discipline. Plowing her face and marehood without a shred of concern for her well-being. Had she not known what to expect, that the two would fuck her like a common whore, she may have felt slighted - fortunately for her, she knew just what she was in for.

As her lungs heaved and fought to take a breath, she toed the threshold of release. It took a lot to get her off, more than most could ever muster, although the twosome’s fervor proved sufficient. She choked and sputtered around the stallionhood in her throat as she was overcome with ecstasy.

The climax wasn’t the strongest she’d ever had, but it served its purpose as an appetizer of sorts. With her fleshly appetite whetted, she gyrated her hips and baptized the stallion beneath her in marish juices. She almost felt bad for them, realizing that the duo may live the rest of their lives pining for her, yet the thought of them pining for her for years to come made her bliss rebound and sent her flying headlong to another orgasm.

Lasting longer than she’d anticipated and causing her to cum another three times, the pair eventually brayed in near tandem when they peaked. Their wails and grunts were like music to her ears, making her heart flutter and cum-starved womb ache. She couldn’t get pregnant unless she willed it, having safeguard enchantments in place at any given time, yet the notion of getting knocked up was more than enough to keep her going.

With only two stallions left to tend to, she found herself at an impasse. She would have liked to fully commit herself to Terara, especially because he’d shown an exorbitant amount of patience by standing there and watching her be taken by three of his tribesponies, although she couldn’t deny the last stud. As she dismounted from the stud she’d been riding, and with the second withdrawing from her gullet, she was stricken with divine inspiration.

“Terara,” she intoned.

Stepping forward, he gave a small bow. “Yes, my Queen.”

“Would you be opposed to sharing?” she inquired, sensing a cocktail of jizz seeping from her pussy.

Terara shook his head and met her eyes. “Of course not, my Queen.”

“Good,” she snickered. “Lay down.”

Doing as she’d instructed, he switched places with the stallion she’d just had her way with. Being on top was fun, and Terara was one of the perilously few well-endowed enough to satiate her, although it was time to mix things up a bit. Climbing onto him and lowering her waist, entombing his magnificent length in her slickened confines, she glanced to the stallion who’d yet to see any action.

“Fill me,” she commanded.

She leaned forward while throwing her arms back and buried Terara’s face in her bust as she prized her buns apart. Darned if she could say why she hadn’t thought of it sooner, but getting double-stuffed would be the perfect way to test her limits. The last stallion clutched the base of his shaft, stepped forward, and rested his free hand on her tush.

Nodding back at him, she gnawed her lip as he touched his cock-head to her entrance. “Do it…”

Her eyes rolled and her heart skipped a beat as a second massive stallionhood was forced into her. The feeling was incredible, exactly what she’d been wanting - needing, and she nearly climaxed from the penetration alone. Twisting her shoulders and grinding one nipple against Terara’s snout, she gnawed her lower lip and steeled herself.

The position didn’t allow her much freedom of movement, yet the pair were more than happy to give her what she desired. Sawing their lengths into her, Terara and his friend somehow managed to curb their enthusiasm. Whether it was from fate, serendipity, or some combination of the two, the combined efforts of the duo did the unthinkable - they actually threatened to break her.

Ropes of saliva crept down and hung from her chin, her marehood convulsed, and a deep, guttural moan of rapture escaped her. She came within mere moments, caving to the onslaught like some lucky filly on prom night, and her self-control waned because of it. Normally speaking, she could have weathered virtually anything - for buck’s sake, she’d bedded dragons and casually walked away, yet the two-pronged attack caused her mind to fracture.

The beast that was her lust slipped from its collar, eclipsing her higher functions and stripping away the Princess she once was. Turning her head to one side and spotting two of the three stallions idly spectating, she sent power surging into her horn. She may have just suffered through a phenomenal climax, but she wasn’t done yet - not by a long shot.

She sorcerously pulled one stud onto the bed, forcing him onto his knees while guiding his stallionhood into her maw, while she hovered the second to her other side. Some part of her, a rational sliver that had survived, was completely aware that she could service more than just two creatures at the same time. Bobbing her head and lavishing one of the zebras with her tongue, tasting her nectar and his drying spunk, she gripped and squeezed the other’s length with her left hand.

Each of the stallions gave her their all, understanding that she wouldn’t be demanded everything they had to offer. Sensing something gingerly grab her wrist, she peeked over as the fifth stallion guided her other hand to his groin. Managing four stallions was a bit like a juggling act, even if they were doing the lion’s share of the work, although she wasn’t against the inclusion of another’s involvement.

She could only imagine how obscene the scene must have looked. There she was, a regal alicorn being used by a quintet of tribal Zebricans who were vastly younger than her, and she couldn’t have been more pleased. If her former subjects or, heavens forbid, her sister could see her now, she’d be ruined, her reputation tarnished beyond repair, yet the notion of being found out only served to amplify her bliss.

Twilight had taken a Zebrican stud for herself, as had Princess Cadance and Prince Shining Armor if the rumors were to be believed, but she wasn’t like them. While many would be happy with a single lover, she would only be content with a cadre, a harem of the most virile stallions she could accrue, and the idea seared itself into her very being. Why settle with one paramour when she could have a herd to serve her every whim.

The thought of collecting stallions from across the land drove her to yet another climax, the strongest one yet, and it took a heavy toll. Her grip weakened, her magic sputtered fitfully, and mind gradually went blank. She had nothing to fear from any lasting repercussions, although the temporary impact of raw, unfettered ecstasy was nirvanic.

She moved in a trance, using her snout and hands to handle three of her mates while losing all track of time. She came more times than she dared to count, losing track after the eleventh or twelfth, and only came to when something hot spattered over her shoulder. Shaken from her reverie, her unfocused eyes swept over to the seed being painted over her side.

One down. There were still four studs left to go, but knowing they’d fall like dominoes bolstered her resolve and gave her the strength to persevere. Predatory and insatiable, she ravenously sucked on the stallionhood screwing her muzzle. The moment she sensed him flaring in her throat, she pulled back and clutched his throbbing shaft.

Getting a second load of cum pumped into her stomach was all well and good, but she wanted to bask in the vulgarity of the moment. Closing her eyes and jacking him off, she painted her mane, face, and open mouth with rich, thick Zebrican essence. The taste was, as always, splendid, but she couldn’t dwell on it for too long. Swallowing down the spunk that had landed in her mouth, she threw her weight back against the pair plowing her.

Terara lasted longer than his counterpart, holding her hips and rutting her like the gorgeous bastard that he was while the second stallion withdrew and hauled his cock from her confines. Glazed and filled with a considerable amount of spunk, she screamed in delight. It wouldn’t be long until the stud - her stud gave her one heck of a creampie, and she couldn’t wait to feel his seed marinating in her depths.

Bringing his hands to her shoulders, Terara planted one foot on the bed and kicked off. She yelped in shock, stunned by his strength as he rolled her onto her back while staying hilted. Peering up and locking eyes with him, she smirked. If he’d been anypony else, she would have stopped him, throwing him off with a blast of magic, but she found his passion endearing.

“Mine,” he growled, shooting forward and biting her collar.

She squealed and climaxed beneath him as she snared him in a leg lock. It was cute that he thought he could make such a claim, although the orgasm that she had because of him was well worth his impertinence. Trapping him to herself, ensuring the tip of his length smashed against her cervix with each of his thrusts, she draped her head over his shoulder.

When he came, flooding her womb with his foal-batter, she was wracked with bliss. She hated to admit it, but maybe Twilight was right - maybe her future really did lay in Zebrica. Looking past his heaving back and twitching hips, she spied a number of faces assembled just outside her hut. Either she’d been louder than she thought or the villagers had wanted a show - in either case, there were several young stallions watching her.

Smiling at her onlookers, she extended a leg and wiggled a toe. She had planned on getting some breakfast after the little gang-bang, but that could wait for just a bit longer. There were other studs to tend to before packed her things and wandered off to the next village with Terara, whether he knew he’d be coming with her or not, and she saw no harm in leaving a few more despoiled zebras in her wake…