Zebra Anthology

“F…fuck,” Chrysalis groaned as the peak of her climax began to subside.

Peering down her chest, through the valley of her gargantuan, swaying bosoms and past the taut flesh of her massively distended belly, she marveled at the giant rutting her. His name, where he was from, and if this was the first time he’d paid her a visit were mysteries, but she couldn’t have cared less about any of that. So long as he gave her a thick, virile load, he was free to leave without saying a word.

Bending her knees and withdrawing her legs from his lower back, she ran a foot up his broad, muscular chest. “Such a stud. I - Nnnnnm - I s…should hope you’ll vie for my womb once it’s free…”

She wasn’t above giving sinful promises or waxing poetic about her partners looks, endowments, sexual skill, or any combination of the three, though her confession about wanting to carry his foals wasn’t feigned. While pony stallions may have needed a bit of encouragement to deliver their full amorous potential with her, the same couldn’t be said for their striped cousins. As the zebra snatched her ankles and pushed her legs up to either side of her head, heedless or uncaring of her gravid state, a blissful squeal escaped her.

Draping himself over her stomach, he shifted to one side and locked his lips around her left nipple. The sensation of being nursed on caused her bliss to rebound and sent her skyrocketing towards another orgasm. She never would have thought she’d willingly submit herself to anypony, yet she’d done so for more striped studs than she dared to count.

She writhed beneath him and weakly bucked up to meet his thrusts as he gulped down mouthful after mouthful of her milk. “Yes - stars above, yes!!!”

Ravaged like she was some nymphomaniacal whore, she screamed out in ecstasy when she came. Steaming nectar gushed from around the stallion’s pistoning length, baptizing his lower half and the floor beneath him in her essence as her shrill wail rang in her ears. With her eyelids fluttering and battered marehood winking, she gazed down at him.

Lifting his head and detaching from her tit, he rested his chin on her shoulder and screwed his eyes shut. The expression he bore, coupled with his frantic thrusts and the feeling of his flaring cock pounding against her cervix told her that he was struggling to hold himself back, though she couldn’t fathom why. As she studied his face and wondered how long he’d be able to endure, he peeked over at her.

“M…mama,” he wheezed.

Mama - he’d just called her Mama. The title wasn’t anything that unusual - after all, there were innumerable mothers that lived in and beyond Equestria, yet it held a special power with her. Every muscle in her body tensed, her mind went blank, and she was hit with another climax before the last had even begun to subside, casting her into an oblivion of raw, primordial pleasure.

In spite of her braying and gushing cunt, or perhaps because of them, he somehow managed to restrain himself for what felt like a small eternity. His exotic scent, the taste of his sweat and pre-cum on her forked tongue, how he grunted in tune with his pounding hips, the sight of his powerful back - in every conceivable way, he dominated her senses. As she reeled from his lecherous assault, grasping at nothing while he toed the threshold, her sanity slipped away.

“F…fill me,” she screamed, clinging to the shred of control she retained.

She couldn’t say if her demand had simply been well-timed or was the straw that broke the camel’s back - whatever the case may be, he granted her wish. Fully hilting himself and tightening his grip on her legs, ensuring she couldn’t escape, he growled and set his jaw as what had to be a pint of spunk surged through his pulsing length.

There was something enthralling about having a stallion claim you and seek to sire an heir as they fill you completely with your seed, but being claimed by a zebra was an experience in and of itself. The size, strength, and vigor of Zebricans was beyond compare, to the point where even the youngest and least experienced could outperform any mere pony, but most mares couldn’t fully appreciate it. For her, as a changeling matriarch and quite possibly the last of her kind, the raw desire striped studs radiated was nothing short of decadent.

Carefully slipping her legs beneath his arms after he released her, she delicately caressed his back. The physical bliss he’d delivered, while absolutely phenomenal, was surpassed by the sense of joy his love provided. Like a fine vintage of wine, his natural instinct to breed, to sow his seed with a supremely fertile mare like herself, sustained her on a fundamental level. Basking in the ethereal energies radiating off him, she contentedly sighed.

He steadily pushed himself up and stepped away, hauling his softening stallionhood free as he went. It would have been nice if he’d stayed a bit longer, if only to bask in the afterglow and recover for a bit, but she was in no position to complain. Though she clenched around his retreating shaft, milking every precious drop of spunk from him, he eventually pulled clear of her slickened confines with a soft pop.

“Here,” he grunted, plodding around to her side and slapping his cum-slathered stallionhood against her face. “Lick it clean, bitch.”

There’d been a time when she would have crushed him for such insolence, beating him to a pulp while reminding him of how inferior he was to a regal creature like herself, yet she made no move to berate him. Opening her maw and coiling her serpent-like tongue around him, she slid over and made out with his bloated cock-head. In a sad, funny sort of way, her greatest strength had turned into her greatest weakness.

It was a well-known fact that unreformed changelings fed off other species, draining them of their life force for nourishment - what most ponies didn’t realize was that not all creatures were created equal in such regards. Having always been an opportunistic predator, feasting on anypony unlucky enough to catch her eye within the boundaries of Equestria, she’d never dined upon a Zebrican until a few months prior. She’d expected the big, striped stud to make for a fine meal, but she could never have anticipated how much the experience would change her life.

To say that bedding her first zebra stallion had been fun would be an understatement of unimaginable proportions. What began as a novel tryst, little more than an exotic fling, turned into a habit, then a full-blown obsession. Before she knew it, any desire to lure ponies had diminished in its entirety.

She was wholly indifferent to Equestria’s politics, having no interest whatsoever in their foreign affairs, but she’d be damned if the influx of Zebrican refugees hadn’t been the best thing to ever happen - still, it had come with a catch. While food was plentiful, she was still a wanted mare and marked as a criminal. Shaken from her thoughts when he sank his semi-rigid shaft down her gullet, she gagged and glared up at him.

“You’re taking too fucking long,” he rumbled, fucking her throat without any regard for her. “I gotta get back to work, so hurry the fuck up.”

Biting back her irritation, she mopped his length with her lips and tongue. He had no right to treat her with such disrespect, but there was no point in arguing with him. She’d gotten her meal, he’d gotten a bit of stress relief, and everypony was going to walk away gratified in one way or another.

His utterance of Mama had to have been a subconscious one, because the look on his face was anything but affectionate. Relenting with his thrusts and allowing her to service him, he indifferently buttoned his shirt and brushed a hand through his mohawk. She was just a toy for him, a convenient means for him to blow off some steam, and he likely didn’t give a damn about what she thought of him, but she’d be willing to bet he’d come knocking at her door again before too long.

She finished up quickly, going so far as to lick his groin and upper thighs clean of her marish juices before he donned his pants and saw himself out. As she peered up at the ceiling and caught her breath, feeling cum dribble from her aching, abused pussy down the cleft of her ass and over her pucker, a weary smile split her features. It wasn’t even lunch time, only mid-morning, and she was certain the day was only going to get busier as the hours passed.

Sitting up and swinging her legs from the little bed, she unsteadily got to her feet, nearly lost her balance, and caught herself on the vanity. She knew she must have looked terrible, having been rutted by no fewer than four stallions in the last two hours, yet the sight of herself in the mirror gave her a moment for pause. Her mane was disheveled, she had errant ropes of spunk on her face, abdomen, and rack, and her makeup was smeared - still, she was beautiful all the same.

Stepping back and smiling all the broader, she ran one hand down to her hip while placing the other behind her head. She may have looked like she was on the cusp of delivering triplets, and she actually was, but she was only two months pregnant. One of, if not the best thing about being a Queen changeling was that she was, for all intents and purposes, a literal foal-factory.

Her prolific nature had been the key to her success in the changing world. Twilight and her fellow Princesses had eventually discovered that she was on the loose, yet they’d sought no quarrel with her - not because they feared her, but because they’d seen what she’d become. Effectively offering herself to any and all zebras who wanted a quickie, regardless of their age or if they were in a relationship, she was too busy getting fucked to cause any trouble.

As her gaze drifted over to the little crown resting on her dressing table, her mirth wavered. She’d once been a proud villain, the matriarch of a hive who was only spoken of in hushed whispers to scare colts and fillies, but those days were gone. Though she told herself over and over that she’d made the right decision, that she was using Zebrican studs as a resource, she could never fully convince herself of the truth.

She was an addict, a lust-crazed fanatic for zebras who’d given up everything to serve them, and she hated herself for it. The rapture of being plowed like a field in spring was divine, so incredible that it made her forget about who and what she was, but the thrill always faded - to make matters worse, like being hooked on a strong drug, she was fully aware that she couldn’t live without them. Shaking her head and dislodging the unsavory thoughts, she grabbed a brush and began tidying herself up.

There wasn’t time to take a shower and adequately clean herself, but she could make herself presentable before her next suitor arrived. Wiping herself down and getting most of the drying spunk off herself, she took a moment to admire herself. She was far larger than she used to be, curvy in all the right places and with udder-like tits that could give a dairy cow a run for its money, and it wasn’t some paltry facade.

Being constantly knocked up had done a permanent number on her. Her heavy chest, dump truck of an ass, and plump thighs would have gotten her plenty of admirers by themselves, but it was the accessories she’d been gifted that really turned heads. Thick golden hoops hung from her ears, nipples, and clit, while a spade with a stylized Z dangled from her protruding navel.

At some point or another, a few weeks ago if memory served her correctly, she’d decided to stop putting on heirs to fully exploit her somewhat unique position. What little attire she had would have made a stripper’s wardrobe seem conservative in comparison, and that wasn’t accounting for the way she carried herself. Hungrily eyeing every Zebrican bull she came across, she was perpetually on the hunt for the biggest, finest studs she could find.

She’s always been a sexual creature, leaning heavily on her stunning looks and seductive skills, yet her freedom, being able to go out and about without fear of the royal guard, had seen her carnality honed to a razored edge. After reapplying some jade lipstick and matching blush, she crossed to her dresser and pulled open the top drawer. While she was perfectly content to lounge around in the buff while waiting for visitors to arrive, she did have a small number of outfits designed to accentuate her look.

Donning a pair of leggings, collar, and arm warmers, each of which covered in a black and white cow print, she snickered to herself. She looked absolutely ridiculous, like some slutty frat girl going out for Nightmare Night, although the outfit was a small price to pay for getting her guests riled up. As the sound of approaching footfalls crept to her ears, telling her that somepony would be appearing shortly, she sauntered to a breeding rack situated opposite of her bed, bent forward, and leaned against the wooden bar.

Sure enough, within seconds, a stallion trotted in and came to a halt. Just as tall and well-built as her last visitor, the towering stud smirked when she wiggled her tush at him. Pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the side, revealing his sculpted abs, beautiful pecs, and adonic striped physique, he shuffled over as a second titan walked in behind him.

Chrysalis’ eyes went alight when the second stallion started to strip. The pair must have known one another, seeing as how they’d arrived together, were working in concert, and were unbothered by undressing in front of each other - meaning she was about to be in for some extra fun. Getting screwed by one zebra was more than enough to satiate her, but being used by two at the same time was a rare, heavenly treat.

“Can’t believe they’ve got this bitch in a barn,” one of the stallions laughed as he stepped out of his pants.

His companion nodded as he removed his boxers. “Are you surprised? Fucking slut is basically just livestock at this point - I mean, look at her,” he chuckled, waving at her. “It’s not like anyone is forcing her to live like this.”

Spreading and bracing her legs, Chrysalis expectantly arched her back. Given her slatternly appearance and her surroundings, their derision wasn’t wholly undue. While she did have a roof over her head, an inexhaustible supply of food, and bits in the bank, her abode was far from a traditional one. In what had to have been a cruel joke from Twilight, she lived in a small barn on the outskirts of Canterlot.

She had been furious to learn she’d be residing in a cowshed, although her hatred of the place, much like her self-respect, had gradually faded. Was it humiliating to be viewed as little more than a set of warm, welcoming holes who resided in a barn? Yes, of course it was - that said, the benefits outweighed the costs. Yelping as one of the duo sauntered over and roughly smacked her ass, she flicked her tail to one side.

“Dude, is that a milking machine?” the other stallion guffawed as he stopped and tapped a foot to a machine placed beside her.

Laughing and nonchalantly squeezing her ass, his companion nodded. “Damn right it is. How about you hook ol’ Bessy up - trust me, she fuckin’ loves getting milked while she’s getting railed ~ don’t ya, darlin’?”

“Uh…uh-huh,” she murmured.

Shuffling back, she held the support beam as the stallion knelt down, flicked on the device, and affixed the teat cups to her nipples. The contraption wasn’t designed for comfort or pleasure in mind, yet the strong suction on her breasts was amazing. With strands of cum and nectar drooling from her gaped, winking marehood, she watched as the twosome got into position.

The pair wasted no time with her, plunging into her snout and pussy respectively. Both of them were exquisite, having cocks that could and more than likely had despoiled any number of pony mares, and they had no reservations about taking what they wanted. While one grabbed her dock, the other snatched up a fistful of her hair.

“Gotta - Nnnf - tighten up, bitch,” the stallion fucking her grunted as he pulled on her tail and gave her tush another sound slap.

Being slightly more gentle than his friend, the second zebra grimaced. “Does she actually like that?”

“Does it fucking matter?” the initial stud laughed, sheathing his length with a particularly forceful plunge. “Just look at her and tell me she’s not having the time of her life.”

Dully looking upward, she gazed at the sympathetic face of the stallion swabbing her throat. Her eyes were watering, streaks of lipstick were smeared along the length of his cock, and the sting of being spanked mingled with her bliss, but she was genuinely happy. Drunk on rapture and their intoxicating libidos, she surrendered herself to them.

As she rocked back and forth between them, wallowing in ecstasy and already approaching her first climax with the pair, she fantasized about how many foals she’d eventually have. Every foal she’d had from being bred by a Zebrican was a zebra, healthy and perfect in every way, and each had been brought to a home who’d care for them and raise them with plenty of love. While she was perfectly capable of raising young herself, the number of mares out in the world who couldn’t conceive for one reason or another was staggering - as such, she was delighted to churn out as many fillies and colts as she could.

Unsheathing his stallionhood, the stud behind her kissed the tip of his length to her backdoor. “Gotta get here earlier tomorrow…”

“Why?” his friend inquired, cocking his head as he screwed her muzzle.

“Because - fuck yeah,” he groaned, sinking into her behind. “I ain’t after sloppy sevenths or whatever.”

Chrysalis’ eyes shot wide as her ass was violated. Between not being the biggest fan of anal and the abrupt intrusion, she gagged and sputtered on the shaft filling her gullet. As she was savagely spit-roasted, unable to breathe or move, her vision began to tunnel. Almost anypony in her position would have started to panic from the development - fortunately for her, she wasn’t just anypony.

Throwing her weight back to meet one stud’s thrusts, she craned her neck and touched her nose to the other stallion’s groin. Though she’d lost her hive, her aspirations for toppling the Equestrian empire, and her dignity, she still had her pride. Taking sips of air if and when she could, she glided one hand down her body, over her hip, and to her crotch.

She’d given up much, but she was still formidable in her own right. Drawing strength from the pair, she waded through her blinding rapture and found her focus. Every part of her, from her muzzle and womb to the depths of her backside and marehood were exceptionally well-trained, and there was a darn good reason she was as popular as she was.

Releasing her tail and grabbing her ample, foal-bearing hips, the stud fucking her ass increased his pace. “Told ya the slut loves it.”

The zebra making use of her snout followed his companion’s example by grabbing the back of her head and plowing her face. “We should - fuck - bring the gang over and play paternity roulette with her after she’d delivered.”

Simply the mention of paternity roulette drove her wild with lust. If she hadn’t already had several buns in her extraordinarily productive oven, her ovaries would have gone into overdrive - as things stood, she climaxed instantaneously. Nectar seeped from her slavering nethers, and torrents of milk were vacuumed from her breasts as the duo plowed her into submission.

All her experience and talents, both natural and otherwise, meant nothing in the face of such incomprehensible pleasure. Her anger and disdain, knowing the pair should be worshiping the ground she walked on, was eclipsed by an all-consuming euphoria. Shamelessly rubbing her clit, she drove herself to and past the brink of another orgasm.

The two stallions laughed when she came again, yet their mockery somehow didn’t detract from her ecstasy - conversely, it amplified it. Where once she would have flown into a rage, she groaned and weakly sought to get them off. They’d come to her for a purpose, to pump their cum into or on her, and she wasn’t about to leave them wanting.

If the pair weren’t particularly pent up, they were extremely enthused to be with her. Eventually being carried to the bed so she could ride one while the other made use of her rear, she made no attempts to stop them. It wasn’t that uncommon for two or even three studs to come by and use her simultaneously, but such instances always ended the same way - with her becoming a gibbering, squirting heap.

It didn’t take long for her to lose track of how many climaxes she had. As her faculties started to fail and her mind drifted into a haze, she went limp. The ecstasy coursing through her was as much of a blessing as it was a curse - sure, it dulled her vitriol and was immeasurably enjoyable, yet it was responsible for her deplorable state.

Her past self, the changeling that had commanded respect and dread in equal measure, was gone - in its place was a deplorable tramp that was beholden to her gluttonous cravings. Locking her legs around one stallion’s back while she smashed her tits around the other’s tool, she kissed and suckled on the cock-head protruding from her cleavage. There was a point at which she could have turned back and reattained her villainous reputation - unfortunately, she was beyond salvation.

Opening her maw and extending her tongue, she closed her eyes when she saw the stallionhood before her beginning to flare. Gouts of seed shot over her face, into her mane, and into her mouth while she moaned and squirmed on the bed. With one stud finished and the other hammering away at her marehood, she almost regretted that they would be finished so soon.

The second zebra followed suit shortly after his companion, bathing her interior with his jizz before pulling out to paint her belly and groin. While she giggled like a school filly and rubbed herself down, the pair finished, moving away from her to collect themselves Crazed and nearly out of her mind, she only looked over when one of the pair threw a handful of bits over to her.

“C’mon,” one groused at his friend as he put his shirt back on, “we should -”

“W…wait,” she rasped, heaving her weight to one side and toppling off the mattress.

Barely managing to catch herself and land on all fours, she crawled over to them. Neither of the zebras had gotten fully dressed, and only one of them had picked up his pants, but they stopped what they were doing and watched her approach. She came between them and pushed herself into a kneeling position as her eyes shot between their endowments. Though they were about to leave, there was one thing she had to do before they departed.

As she leaned over to the closest of the pair and drew her tongue up his length, she smiled up at him. Aside from drawing out the dispassionate exchange, she couldn’t bring herself to let them go without cleaning them up a bit. Doing her job - her duty was one of the only things she had left, so she’d be remiss for allowing them to walk out slathered in her juices.

Shaking his head, the stallion peered down at her. “She really is a broken slut.”

“Yeah,” the other sighed, “but she’s kinda fun. You wanna hit her up tomorrow morning - ya know, before she gets turned inside out?”

“Sure,” he mused. Lowering one hand and patting her on the head, he beamed. “You want us to come back and see you?”

“Yesh,” she slurred, relishing the heady flavors cascading over her palate.

She quickly finished with one stallion and shuffled over to the second, lavishing his dangling cock with her lips and tongue while she basked in the afterglow and wondered if she’d ever see them again. Whether they paid her another visit was of little consequence, but it was a pleasant thought all the same. As she sucked the stud clean and heard banter from just outside, her heart started to race. She may have fallen from grace, but she’d ended up drowning in one thing she’d always wanted - love…