Zebra Anthology

Grogar’s eyes swept over his desk and the map of Equestria sprawling over it. Troop movements, Royal Guard garrisons, the locations of the Elements of Harmony - they were all there, marked out and accounted for, and the sight brought a smile to his face. The Empire had been a veritable fortress, protected by demigod alicorns and powerful heroes alike, but that had been changing.

The influx of Zebricans had, for reasons he’d yet to determine, given him an opportunity he’d waited millennia for. Glancing at the coffee mug in his left hand, he flexed his arm and shattered the ceramic into a million pieces. Though he was old, having endured lifetimes in solitude, he was still a force to be reckoned with.

In spite of his incredible age, he was in his prime. A strict routine, paired with a liberal dose of dark magic, had maintained his phenomenal physique and strength - sure, he had some white in his beard and mohawk, although his powerful arms, tree trunk-like thighs, six pack abs, and rippling pecs would have made even the most well-trained stallion envious. Shaking coffee from his hand, he fell motionless when something brushed against his knee.

He rested an elbow on the table, pinched the bridge of his snout, and gave a small sigh. Equestria was ripe for the picking, the time was right to strike, and yet he’d done nothing but brood and refine his schemes. He would have shouldered the blame for his procrastination, knowing that to delay his assault could potentially lead to problems, had it not been for a recent development.

Sensing a pair of hands come to rest on his knees, he smirked then immediately frowned. Having somepony discover his lair would have been impressive in and of itself, but to have them trek through the badlands and into the forbidden jungles of the southlands by themselves was worthy of no small amount of respect. As he allowed his legs to be gently parted, blood flowed to his nethers.

“Again?” he grumbled without moving.

A tongue being drawn up from the head of his dangling cock to the root of his shaft was all the reply he was given, though that was no surprise. Of the vast pantheon of creatures he’d dealt with over the ages, both on the battleground or in the bedroom, she was one of the most tolerable - and with good reason. Hearing a soft, guttural groan from beneath the desk, he leaned back and peered downward.

Peeking up at him, past a shaggy mop of short dreadlocks, a pair of emerald eyes twinkled in the gloom. She would have stopped if he’d decreed it, obeying him unquestionably and practically worshiping the ground he walked on, yet he hesitated. Her technique, much like her alluring and deliciously svelte figure, was a, dare he say, pleasant departure from the isolation he’d grown so accustomed to.

Locking eyes with him, she rocked back, hefted his prodigious tool in both hands, and wrapped her head around the tip of his shaft. He’d gone - well, he honestly couldn’t say how long it had been since he’d had company, let alone company who was eager to serve him, and he was hard pressed to turn down her advances. Holding her gaze, he fought to keep the corners of his lips from curling upward.

Her name was Olora and she was a blessing and a curse. He’d been shocked to discover her skulking about his lair one morning, not having the faintest idea of whom she was, where she’d come from, or what her intentions were, but she’d cheerfully and quite animatedly thrown herself at his feet and begged - begged him to take her in. After a bit of convincing on her behalf, prostrating herself and offering her life to him, he’d begrudgingly obliged her request.

He couldn’t view much of her, squatted down in the shadows while hungrily nursing on the end of his dick, but what he could make out was quite provocative. Appearances aside, the fact that she positively adored him, so much so that she’s sought him out simply to serve him, was stirring. Slipping his hand under the table’s surface, he wove his fingers through her mane and growled.

She immediately slowed and freed her muzzle. “Is something wrong, sir?”

“Did I say something was wrong?” he rumbled, sneering and tightening his grip on her head.

Opening her mouth and extending her tongue, she shot forward and throated nearly half of his endowment. The tautness of her gullet was amazing, even if he realized that may change with time and repeated abuse, and it bled away his irritation. He wanted to be frustrated with her, to throttle her and tell her that her meddling was putting a damper on plans he’d spent a small eternity crafting, but he couldn’t bring himself to chastise her - not now in any case.

She quietly gagged and sputtered around him while mopping his length with her lips. For somepony her age, barely legal by Equestrian standards, she was exceptionally well-versed in the carnal arts - to the point where the notion of shooing her away to find another stud for herself made his blood boil. If she wanted to give herself to him, splaying her legs with but a snap of his fingers, who was he to stop her.

Seeing her lower a hand and shift slightly, he peaked a brow. Like many times before and doubtlessly many times yet to come, her enthusiasm had gotten the better of her. Wantonly rubbing her marehood and stroking him with her free hand, all while continuing to fellate him, she got herself off purely from pleasing him.

Watching her shamelessly masturbate as she sucked him off did little to quench the growing fires of his lust. Too long - he’d gone far, far too long without knowing the tender touch of a female, yet fate had dropped her on his doorstep for some unfathomable reason. He smirked, revealing his prominent tusks, and shook his head. He wasn’t sure who was worse - him for caving to his lecherous urges or her for being so utterly depraved.

She drew a deep breath through her sinuses and drove herself forward, cutting herself off from air as her snout crept closer and closer to his groin. Her zeal was, to say the least, admirable, far greater than most, and it chipped away at his resolve. Releasing her, he held the arms of his chair to enjoy the sight, sound, and sensations she afforded, he openly smiled.

Continuing onward, she didn’t stop until her nose bumped against the white tuft of his pubes, but she didn’t relent - in fact, she was only getting started. Pulling sway and unsheathing a portion of his shaft, she bobbed her head and swabbed her gullet with him. She didn’t strike him as particularly masochistic, yet her devotion was so strong that she’d literally choke herself on him.

She winced as she brought a hand to her throat and squeezed. The additional stimulation was enough to reward her with a pleased hiss from above that spurred her onward. She was fully aware that he was enjoying himself, irrespective of his harsh tone and stern demeanor, and it was all she needed to have some fun herself.

What he’d initially thought was purely sycophantic fanfare had proven itself to be anything but ostentation. She frequently touched herself in his presence, regardless of whether she was doing anything to him or not, and on more than one occasion he’d caught her sniffing his discarded loincloths while furiously finger-banging her cunt. In a way, her utter obsession with him was cute, although it came at the cost of his productivity.

It didn’t take her long to cum, her motions faltering as nectar wept from her quaking depths, and it was the final straw. Pushing himself away from the desk, he leered at her. He liked to consider himself charitable with her, letting her get away with transgressions that would have earned anypony else a sound beating, but enough was enough. One of the first rules he’d issued to her was that she was only permitted to cum under one condition - when she was impaled upon him.

“Up,” he commanded, turning his hand and motioning with a single finger.

Scrambling out and to her feet, she stood beside him. “S…sorry about that,” she giggled while sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck. “It’s just really hard not to -”

“Silence,” he barked, gradually rising from his seat.

Towering over her, he kicked his chair away and circled her. Her face was charming, her hips broad, and her small size made manhandling her a trivial affair. With black stripes marking her snow-white fur, tracing around her limbs, torso, neck, and cheeks, she tracked him with her eyes. Though he hadn’t met many zebras before, only a small few in his time, he could see why the ponies of Equestria had been a bit relaxed with their duties.

Walking around to her front, he slowed when she lifted her hands and began kneading her breasts. “And you’re doing this because…?”

“I heard that - Mnnnn - if I rub them a lot, they’ll get bigger,” she explained.

If there was one complaint he had about her, it was that she may not have been the brightest - that and she was the textbook definition of a nymphomaniac. His eyes drifted down her chest, between her modest, handful-sized bosoms, over her flat abdomen, and settled on her nethers. The dark, glistening flesh of her hairless marehood, engorged and fitfully winking, clashed with the white of her coat, and she had no shame in showing it off.

Thrusting her pelvis at him, she held her hips and arched her back. “You can get a closer look if you want, sir.”

“Hmmmph,” he snorted, grabbing the arm of his chair and pulling it back before his desk.

Of all the things he’d anticipated, from assassins being sent to dispatch him to the Pillars of Harmony laying siege to his fortress, he couldn’t have predicted being tempted by sins of the flesh. Suppressing his desires, he seated himself and reached for a sealed scroll. He could indulge himself later, rutting her until she was no longer able to stand, but that could wait - or so he thought.

The chair beneath him angrily creaked, the wind was driven from his lungs, and he balked as she cast herself onto his lap and tittered. “What are you doing?”

Kicking her feet over one side of the chair, she reclined over his thighs. “I promise I’ll behave, so just pretend I’m not here.”

He went to tell her to cease her tomfoolery, that he had real work to do, but he didn’t make a sound. She’d done this more times than he dared to count since she’d arrived, enticing him to get her way, and he was virtually powerless to stop her. Battling against his impulses, he cracked the scroll’s seal and unfurled it.

“What’s that?” she chirped, squirming against him.

As his eyes read over the document, he grunted. “Seems as though the fertility rates in Equestria have increased dramatically over the last few months.”

“Fertility,” she faintly repeated. Caressing the soft flesh beneath her navel, she turned her eyes up to his face. “You should really sire an heir.”

“Perhaps in time,” he dully noted, trying and failing to ignore the plush behind grinding against his erection.

Twisting and swinging one leg upward, she slid her feet to either side of his hips and straddled him. “Why the long wait though? When you eventually conquer Equestria, you’ll need a son to leave your kingdom to.”

“Or daughter,” he flatly corrected. “Catrina, an old rival of mine, was one of the most formidable villains the world had ever seen - more so than Nightmare Moon or that Queen Chrysalis mare.”

“Oooooooooooh,” she reverently gasped. “Will you tell me about her? I recognize her name, but there wasn’t much about her in the Canterlot archives - plus I was much more interested in researching somepony specific…”

As she walked two fingers up his chest, he closed his eyes and slowly exhaled. “She was a powerful witch, one of the strongest in all the land, and she, like myself, was ultimately defeated - granted, she redeemed herself in the eyes of Equestria, but she’d almost succeeded with her goals.”

“Was she as pretty as me?” Olora sighed as she locked her legs around the chair’s back, placed a hand behind her head, and dramatically reclined.

Her little display, while brazen, was thrilling in ways she couldn’t have anticipated. With a beautiful view of her bust, belly, and loins, had to will himself not to grin - unfortunately, his body betrayed him. Bowing as it flexed against her, his cock, slid through the cleft of her ass and sprang into the open. While he’d had no intention of frittering away his morning with yet another impromptu tryst, he was smart enough to know when to admit defeat.

“She wasn’t, no, but she was attractive in her own right,” he eventually mumbled, neither willing to dismiss her or acknowledge his turgid shaft..

Sensing the heat of his length against her lower lips, she looked down at his endowment and went wide-eyed. “I’ll never get tired of seeing that…”

He glided a hand around her hip and to the small of her back before pulling her up. “You say that every time…”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not true!” she pouted, puffing her cheeks and furrowed her brows.

There was only so much anypony could endure before they broke - for Grogar, that moment came when she crossed her arms over her chest and turned her nose up. She was a petulant little thing, energetic and aggravating at times, but she was sexy and adorable in equal measure. Chuckling at himself, amused that a mere zebra had tickled his fancy in such a way, he shook his head.

“It’s not funny!” she bleated, weakly beating her fists against his pecs.

“It’s not funny, no,” he affirmed, pushing his length against her. “What is funny is that you’re somehow able to accommodate all of it as easily as you do.”

“Took a lot of practice, but it was worth it,” she mused, playfully nibbling his ear.

Cocking his head to one side, he eyed her. “Practice?”

“Not with stallions or anything, silly!” she laughed. “I told you I was saving myself for you - dildos don’t count!”

Of all the claims she’d made, the assertion that she’d been a virgin when she arrived was the most unbelievable. According to her, she’d heard of his exploits in her youth, having read about him in some dusty old tome in her homeland, and she’d obsessed about him ever since - insofar that she’d waited her entire life to give herself to him and nopony else. From what she’d said, there was some myth amongst her people about virginity, in that it could link one to a lover in some spiritual sense, though he gave the concept little regard.

He caressed her back as she gyrated against him. “Those toys of yours ~ did they adequately prepare you for the real thing?”

“Gods, no,” she theatrically lamented, plastering herself on his chest while brushing her fingers through his mane. “They were ok, sure, but nothing compared to you.”

“Hmmm,” he thoughtfully hummed.

“After you screwed my brains out that first breathtaking night, I don’t think anything would be able to satisfy me - anything but you,” she cooed, kissing his cheek. “I hope you’re happy with yourself, because I’m pretty sure you ruined me for anypony else…”

An excited shiver shot through. She waxed poetic about him daily, flattering him morning, noon, and night, yet the thought that he was the only stud who could satiate her made him giddy. Staring dead at her, he wondered if this was all some carefully laid and masterfully executed ploy to seduce him.

Her eyes grew heavily-lidded, a smirk split her muzzle, and she brought her muzzle to his ear. “Wanna do it…?”

Her hot breath upon his ear was an angel’s kiss while the obscene question was like the whisper of a devil. Given a moment for pause, he considered his options. He really should have gotten back to his machinations, but was that really necessary? He’d gone this long without taking his vengeance, subjugating Equestria and reminding the ponies that he was to be feared, so a small delay, no more than an hour or so, wouldn’t change anything ~ would it?

Worming his hands under her rump, he held her to himself and stood. To Tartarus with it - he was too worked up to meaningfully devise new stratagems anyway. As he laid her down on the table, atop the map he’d toiled decades to craft, he gave her neck a small kiss - a kiss that was returned tenfold.

Pecking her way up his neck and jaw, she pressed her lips to his. Her striking good looks, raw zeal, and carefree personality were more captivating than he cared to admit, yet they were only a few of the bewitching elements she held. Sinking his tongue into her muzzle, he breathed in her scent and shuddered.

While her scent was similar to that of a ponies, it held an exotic flare. Draping himself onto her and keeping his eyes shut, he shuffled back and brought his cock-head to her entrance. The balmy heat of her marehood against him was his undoing, stripping away his reservations and making him fall like a house of cards.

It was only with a supreme exertion of determination that he was able to steadily plunge into her, driving his hips forward and gradually filling her depths. He’d thought himself a ram of experience, having sampled the amorous delights from a number of different species, but she’d taught him something new - if all Zebrican mares were as wondrous as her, he’d been missing out on some incredible sex. Halting mid way, leaving the lower portion of his shaft in the cool air, he withdrew and gazed upon her.

“Tell me,” murmured. “Tell me why you’re so infatuated with me?”

She writhed on the desk, breathing hard while hedonistically tweaking her nipples. “I…I love everything a…about you?”

“Such as?” he urged, placing a hand over her crotch to rub her clit.

“You’re j…just - Nnnnnph - so big and - Aaaaaahn - awe-inspiring,” she whimpered, trembling uncontrollably.

Was it cruel for him to question her while she weathered unfathomable bliss? Arguably, yes, however that was part of the fun - at least for him it was. Given how prone she was to flinging herself upon him, waking him up with blowjobs and going to great lengths to fuck herself on him, he felt no regret from giving her a taste of her own medicine. Sawing into her cunt, he massaged her clit.

Lifting her legs, she rested her ankles on his shoulders. “Ancestors, give me the strength to carry his foal.”

He slowed as he shifted from her face down to her abdomen. He’d witnessed all sorts of depravity in the past, although few if any perverted spectacles could rival the sight of his cock bulging out her belly. Most mares would have been begging him to stop, wailing that he was too large for them, but not her - no, being stretched to the breaking point had never failed to send her into a frenzy.

Flexing her legs and lifting her shapely little tush from the table, she bucked her hips as he thrust into her. “Right there…”

As she rubbed the area above her womb, his heart began to race. Her perpetual teasing notwithstanding, he’d never given much earnest thought to becoming a father - nevertheless, the idea of making her his broodmare and assistant was a compelling one. Pounding into her, he clutched her ankles in his hands and spread her legs further apart.

“U…use me!” she squealed. “Pretend I’m a pony bitch and knock me up!!!”

What little annoyance he had with her gave way to unbridled passion upon hearing her request. This is where she belonged, pony or not, and he was as grateful to have her as she was to act as his cock-sleeve. His balls churned, swinging and lightly smacking against her backside while his shaft throbbed. Without the use of contraceptive spellwork or potions, it wasn’t a matter of if she’d get what she wanted, but when.

The heady bouquet of her feminine musk and her constant mewling were testaments to her arousal, yet it was her marehood that truly gave her away. Constricting around him on every backstroke, her cunt yearned to take him as deeply as possible. Squaring his stance and keeping her legs held high, he buried every inch of his colossal cock into her.

She came in a blink, screaming to the heavens while her pussy spasmed and fitfully clenched his entombed length. Not only was his endowment far larger in both length and girth than the average pony’s tool, but the shape was vastly different. Instead of a blunted tip, the end of his dick was like a cruel spear, pointed and perfectly designed for maximum penetration, and he was very skilled in how he wielded it.

Sensing that he’d entered her womb, feeling her cervix clamping down on his shaft, he pulled out all the stops. It was no concern of his that she’d climaxed, nor how many times she came before he was finished, yet he did find himself dwelling on what she’d just said. He set his jaw as he picked up speed and released his full potential.

He rarely held back with her, plowing her as though she was a cheap whore, but that was for good reason - two in fact. For starters, should she truly wish to devote herself to him, she should expect to weather the full brunt of his sexual might - secondly and almost as prudently, she was one of, if not the only creatures he’d encountered who liked how rough he could get. Peering up at him with tear-streaked eyes, she smiled dementedly at him.

She may have been insane for all he knew, but she was his. Throwing himself onto her, he bit down on her right nipple and growled. Her second orgasm was just as cacophonous as the first, nearly deafening him with her piercing wail, and it fueled his passion into a raging inferno. Since she was so fanatically dedicated to him, the least he could do would be to pump a foal into her for her efforts.

On and on he went, losing himself and falling deeper and deeper into a rut-lust. Whether or not he’d ever created any bastard offspring was a genuine mystery, one he’d periodically contemplated throughout the years, although he was going to fix that. While he’d never view Olora as an equal, she’d serve as an adequate and faithful mother to carry on his lineage. Fixating on she’d look sauntering around his lair while gravid, his endurance started to wane.

The extra weight and swollen, milk-filled breasts would do wonders for her figure, and he’d be surprised if the hormones of pregnancy didn’t make her more amorous than she already was, but those were far from complaints. Reaching the threshold, beset by visions of drinking her milk and caressing the tautness of her distended belly, his attempts to stave off the inevitable were found wanting. Shifting his head and sinking his teeth into her collar, he granted her wish.

Every pulse of his cock sent a wave of rich seed into her womb while she climaxed over and over and over again. The ecstasy that consumed him was blinding, being both more potent and long lasting than a usual orgasm, and it eventually gave way to a warm, euphoric bliss. Relaxing his jaw and resting his head over her shoulder, he struggled to control his wildly pounding heart.

“Your mine now,” he wheezed.

Turning her head, she kissed his cheek. “Ditto for you!”

He blinked in disbelief, askance at what he was hearing and seeing. As unbelievable as it was, she’d already recovered from the prolific breeding she’d received - worse still, she appeared as though she was ready for a second round. Sensing his mouth go dry, he didn’t resist as she clutched his horn and angled his head to face her.

“Wanna go again?” she breathed.

The joys of youth - he’d almost forgotten about how easy it had been for his passionate nights to last from dusk until dawn. He momentarily felt the weight of centuries bearing down on him, yet her enthusiasm was infectiously invigorating. Unable to keep himself from grinning, he sighed and hung his head. If nothing else, no matter what the future had in store for him, at least he wouldn’t have to face his destiny alone…