Zebra Anthology

“Gosh, I’m nervous. Are you nervous? I mean, you’re probably not nervous, but - ya know, I don’t see how you can’t be a little nervous. Why don’t we ~ what?” Autumn quipped as she quirked a brow over at her chuckling lover.

Bibi shook her head, stepped over, and placed a hand on Autumn’s shoulder. “It will be fine,” she sighed. Shifting slightly, she turned the kirin to face a standing mirror set against the wall. “You look amazing, we’re known this day was coming for months, and you’re as ready as you’ll ever be.”

Peering at her reflection, Autumn swallowed hard. Aside from the black stripes adorning her body and cheek, she looked the same as ever. Her modest breasts, full hips, and slender physique were accentuated by the paint Bibi had applied to her, elevating her from just another kirin to a marked mare. As the fingers of one hand ran through her luscious, curly mane, her eyes wandered down to her groin.

Her marehood, in defiance of her apprehension, drooled with anticipation. Was she excited? Yes, of course she was excited. Was she ready to give herself to somepony other than her marefriend? That was a bit more complicated. While she’d slept with a number of ponies over the years, being far from a virgin at this point in her life, she’d never once been bedded by a guy.

She turned her head as Bibi rested her chin on her shoulder. “Are you sure I’m ready for this?”

“Sweetness, of course you are -” Bibi purred, “besides, we can’t forget why we’re doing this.”

Seeing the mare step away, Autumn uneasily smiled. Bibi had won her over from the moment they’d first met eyes. Tall, athletically built, and a far departure from how reserved most ponies were, the zebra was a sight to behold. She blushed as the amazoness glanced down at her abdomen, knowing full well what her lover must have been thinking.

Bibi was many things, but coy wasn’t one of them. They’d been together for nearly a year, having met shortly after the first wave of Zebricans had come to Equestria, and they’d decided it was time to bring their relationship to the next level. Hearing a noise from outside, Autumn scrunched her snout and glanced to the door.

“That may be him,” Bibi intoned. Strutting by Autumn and giving her a peck on the cheek, she smirked. “I’ll be right back.”

“O…okay,” Autumn stammered.

The moment she was left to her lonesome, her shoulders went slack. She’d done everything she could to psych herself up, having fantasized about this particular evening for weeks on end, but now that the time had arrived - well, to say she was anxious would be an understatement. Her eyes shot from the door to the bed, back to her reflection, and back to the mattress while her mind raced.

Bibi had gone to great lengths to make sure the night would be perfect, hand picking one of her regular, apparently passionate customers for the deed, but that gave her little comfort. She wasn’t bothered by the fact that her lover owned and operated a brothel on the outskirts of Sire’s Hollow, and she didn’t particularly care that she’d end up sleeping with a stallion in exchange for bits - no, the majority of her stress came from how she may or may not react to being with a living, breathing stud.

It was one thing to have Bibi don a strap-on and plow her brains out, but it was quite another to do anything with an actual stallion. Turning and pacing near the foot of the bed, she idly rubbed her slavering marehood. She’d be lying if she said she said a part of her wasn’t thrilled by the idea of worshiping some stud with her lover - then again, there was a lingering concern that she’d end up like one of those mind-broken, striped ponies who lived for Zebrican cock.

“Alright,” Bibi began, bursting in and shaking her from her thoughts, “he’s about to come in. Just breathe ~ okay?”

Autumn nodded, set her brow, and instantly grimaced. “What’s his name again?”

“Kubwa,” Bibi replied, moving to her side and expectantly facing the door. “If nothing else, follow my lead.”

Clasping her hands over her crotch, Autumn shifted from side to side. Both she and Bibi were naked, excluding the bands of dark paint over her creamy coat, and it wasn’t like she had reservations about showing herself off to somepony - nevertheless, the urge to flee grew stronger by the second. There was still time to change her mind, to escape before -

Click

The door swung open to reveal an imposing silhouette standing just outside. Stepping in and into the light, the colossus smirked at the sight of two nude, welcoming mares waiting for him. It was anypony’s guess as to how experienced he was, how many quivering, climaxing lovers he’d left in his wake, but Autumn would bet it was quite a few. Peering down from his rugged, handsome face, down his sublimely chiseled chest and abs, and to the pendulous, gradually swelling length peeking from beneath his loincloth, she gulped.

“Kubwa,” Bibi intoned, folding an arm under her breasts and giving a small, curt bow, “it’s an honor to have you in my house of ill repute.”

Mirroring her marefriend, Autumn bent forward. “It’s n…nice to meet you, s…sir…”

“Nnnnn,” he grunted as he strode over to them. Hooking a finger under Autumn’s chin, he lifted her face and gazed down upon her. “A kirin? In all my years, I’ve never experienced such an exotic beauty as one of your kind.”

Trying to keep her knees from buckling, Autumn felt her hair stand on end. “Y…yeah…?”

Ancestors preserve her - she was so totally screwed. Standing a full head taller than her, having the physique of a god, and with a stallionhood that made even her largest toys look downright laughable, he was every bit as gorgeously intimidating as she’d feared. She’d seen plenty of zebras in her day, both coming and going from Bibi’s bordello and out and about, but Kubwa was definitely one of the largest amongst them.

“Indeed,” he rumbled, his voice rich and sonorous. Inching back a hair, he leaned in and brought his face to her eye level. “And you are…?”

Autumn’s mouth flapped noiselessly as she peered into the titan’s eyes. He looked incredible, his deep tone set her heart fluttering, and the subtle smell of sweat and musk rolling off of him spoke to the most primal portions of her brain. Unsure of that to say or do, vaguely aware that she’d just been asked something, she flinched when a hand patted her on the back.

“Her name is Autumn Blaze,” Bibi coolly responded. “Forgive her, she’s a bit new with all of this.”

Straightening up, Kubwa chuckled. “There’s no need to apologize. With a face and body as wondrous as hers, there’s no need for her to speak.”

“Autumn,” Bibi softly murmured, “perhaps we should introduce ourselves.”

“Huh?” Autumn coughed. Following her marefriend’s gaze down to Kubwa’s hardening endowment, she sensed her marehood clench. “R…right.”

Slowly getting to her knees alongside Bibi, she shuffled closer to the giant. In the blink of an eye, as soon as Kubwa untied his loincloth and let his flutter to the ground, she faltered. The hint of his scent clinging to her nostrils was overtaken by the most alluring aroma while the unabashed view of his package made the breath hitch in her throat.

Her training - she had to remember all the training she’d done for this. For the past few days, ever since this pivotal juncture had been finalized, she and Bibi had done what they could to prepare. Moving in almost perfect unison with her lover, she extended an arm, cradled one of Kubwa’s plump, heavy balls, and drifted to one side of the monstrous length twitching before her.

She moved in harmony with Bibi, if only with the slightest delay, and brought her free hand to his stallionhood. The big lug’s cock was the definition of gargantuan, too huge to stand under its own weight, and simply touching it evoked a curious cocktail of emotions. Fear, exhilaration, and uncertainty all vied for dominance - that was until she looked across the throbbing shaft in her palm.

Peeking over at her, with her face partially obscured by the ebony length, Bibi’s eyes spoke volumes. Unlike herself, her marefriend was a bit more open to being with stallions, which was one of the reasons her business was as successful as it was, and she was immeasurably thankful for it. Having somepony she could rely on, to show her what to do, bolstered her confidence by leaps and bounds.

“Such a divine gift the heavens gave you, sir,” Bibi intoned, running her hand along the underside of his shaft.

Autumn nodded then remembered she wasn’t supposed to stay quiet. “It’s p…pretty big.”

Looking down at her, he cocked his head. “Larger than a kirin’s?”

“I - heh,” she laughed. “Not like I’ve got a ruler, but…”

Going off script, she lifted one arm and held it against his dick. She’d never measured a kirin’s endowment before - in fact, this was the first time she’d ever touched any endowment before, but she knew good and gosh darn well that he would give even the biggest equine a run for their money. Long, thick, and with velvety flesh around a hard but pliable core, Kubwa’s tool wasn’t far off from being a third leg.

His dick jerked in approval, leaping up before falling back into Bibi’s palm. Buck - this was way, way hotter than it had any right to be. Though she’d never had any interest in stallions, even after she’d had a few drinks, she could see the appeal of having a big, beefy stud like this. Glancing over at her marefriend, she brought her muzzle to the side of his shaft, gave it a small kiss, and closed her eyes.

She hadn’t been particularly pleased when Bibi had suggested they record their little adventure that evening, but she was interested to see her and her marefriend in action. Squatted down and flanking Kubwa’s tool, they ran their tongues up and down his length. While she would have dwelled on the thought of how she must have looked, the taste of bare flesh against her tongue sent her mind into a tailspin.

Salty, earthy, and the slightest bit bitter, the flavor of stallionhood was nothing like what she’d expected it would be. She’d always assumed that cock would taste bad, dirty or off-putting, yet it was anything but unpleasant - if anything, it only added to her growing lust. Turning her head and hungry for more, she dragged her lips toward the drooling tip of his length.

If his skin tasted good, how incredible would his pre-cum be? Determined to broaden her horizons, she adjusted her position ever so slightly and brought her snout to his cock-head. His hum of approval was the icing on the cake, complimenting just how hard he’d gotten for her, and she wasn’t going to let the opportunity to prove herself slip through her fingers - at least, she hadn’t planned on it.

Seconds from making out with his dick, she whimpered when something warm and wet latched to her nipple. Inspired by her actions, or perhaps hoping to boost her confidence and fan the flames, Bibi affectionately sucked her teat while rubbing her aching marehood. This was bad - really, really bad. Serving a stallion wasn’t necessarily the hardest thing she’d ever done, but doing so while weathering the lecherous onslaught of her lover would only make things more difficult - insanely pleasurable and hotter than Tartarus, but difficult all the same.

Fighting through her bliss, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue. More from pride than anything else, she was going to fulfill her duties - that and there was another element at play. She cherished Bibi with all her heart, but the mare could be quite impish at times. There was no guarantee that her lover was doing anything to intentionally throw her off, but her gut and the playful giggle around her nipple told her otherwise.

As unfathomable as it was, even without Bibi toying with her, kneeling before Kubwa felt right. On a fundamental level, this was where mares belonged, supplicating themselves before a strong, virile male. Shivering in delight as a pair of slender digits caressed her winking clit, she tongued the blunt cock-head against her lips and groaned.

Bibi’s torment was fleeting, lasting just enough to titillate her, before she withdrew and joined her lover. Acting in harmony, she and Autumn made out with one another and the bloated tip of stallionhood between them. Their dedication to one another was palpable - so much so that they were able to share their affection with the titan looming over them.

Glancing down Kubwa’s length, Autumn gradually shifted her focus to the stallion. It would have been impossible for her to truly suck him off, only ever having fellated a significantly smaller dildo on a small number of occasions, yet she was compelled to at least try. As she gingerly pushed Bibi to the side and made some room for herself, she fully faced the colossus.

Both zebras were beyond patient, remaining silent and allowing her to move at her own pace. Whether or not Bibi had told him about her, that she’d yet to become intimate with a stallion, was a mystery - regardless, he silently watched as she worked her lips around his flare. Slowly bobbing her head, she looked up and stifled a gag.

While her spirit was willing, and she’d become more enthused than she could have predicted, zeal alone wouldn’t be enough for the herculean task of properly blowing somepony so insanely well-hung. She’d only managed to get a few inches of his stallionhood into her muzzle, and she felt like her jaw had been pushed to its limit - worse still, she’d only managed to take a fraction of his length into her snout. Glancing down his shaft, she defiantly rammed her head forward to test her limits.

It was oddly electrifying to have a stallionhood in her maw. The sight of him towering above her would have been daunting, but Bibi’s company was a soothing, arousing balm. Accosted by her mate, savoring the sensation of slender hands running over her body, she filled her lungs and steeled herself.

She clamped her eyes shut as she forced Kubwa’s shaft down her gullet. Her eyes watered, her chest heaved, and a pang of fear struck her like a gong, but it wasn’t enough to stop her. For a neophyte like herself, attempting to throat something so huge was foolish - still, she continued onward.

It was only when she sensed her neck bulging and lungs burning did she relent and back away - even then, she didn’t quit entirely. Torquing and twisting her head from side to side, she moaned around him. Her hope was that she’d impress both Bibi and Kubwa, showing that she was taking her task seriously, although that motivation was gradually replaced by her desire to get him off.

She couldn’t explain it - heck, she couldn’t even understand it herself, but she wanted to satisfy him. He was just so big, his mere presence and cool demeanor as commanding as his powerful build and stature, that he deserved to have somepony tending to his needs. With his cock-head in her muzzle, she clutched and stroked the base of his shaft with both hands.

“She’s much more eager than I would have thought,” Kubwa mused as his eyes swept from Autumn to Bibi. “Are you sure she prefers the company of mares?”

“I am, sir,” Bibi tittered, “and it’s my hope you don’t change that.”

Chuckling lightly, Kubwa remained motionless. “We shall see. For me to sow my seed within a mare who chooses another over me is both humbling and confusing, but its of no consequence. After I’m through with her, your mate will bear a fine zebra foal for the both of you.”

As Autumn listened to the conversation, hearing the two speak about her as though she wasn’t there, her depths seized. There were few things in life she truly yearned for, but starting a family with Bibi was one of them. Pulling back and clearing her muzzle, fighting the urge to cough, she wiped spittle from her chin and looked between the pair of striped beauties.

“C…can we,” she croaked, stopping herself.

She genuinely didn’t want to rush things, but the talk of her bearing a foal for Bibi drove her absolutely, positively wild. Images of herself flitting about her house, gravid and with engorged, milk-filled breasts, assailed her mind. Though she’d always done her best to contribute to her relationship with Bibi, working hard and helping with bills, she knew - knew her destiny was to be a homemaker and mother.

“Yes?” Kubwa softly pressed.

Slipping a glance to Bibi, she nodded and rose. There was nothing stopping her from asking to move things forward, but sometimes actions spoke louder than words - plus she knew herself well enough to realize she’d likely start rambling if she opened her muzzle. She turned and seated herself on the foot of the bed, saw she held the two zebras attention, and reclined onto her back.

Kubwa grinned as she grabbed her ankles and spread her legs for him. “How very forward.”

“She’s a fearless one, I’ll give her that,” Bibi breathed, standing and sauntering to the bedside, “and that’s one reason why I love her.”

Peering up at Bibi, Autumn felt blood rush to her cheeks. “Love you too.”

“Such a magnificent couple,” Kubwa muttered as he walked over and took Autumn’s ankles in his hands. “It would be my utmost privilege to assist the both of you.”

“T…thank you,” Autumn sputtered.

Stepping in and resting his stallionhood against her, she froze. Feeling the weight of his endowment and simply seeing how massive he was compared to her gave her a moment for pause. The tip of his length nearly came up to her sternum, well past her belly button, and he was thicker than her wrist.

All her reservations came roaring back with a vengeance. More anxious than ever, she started when her face was gently turned to the side. Bibi smiled above her, their faces only inches apart, and she smiled back. She was still nervous as all get-out, but having her lover there eased her worry.

“Deep breath,” Bibi urged before locking lips with her.

Autumn inhaled sharply as she kissed Bibi. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel Kubwa getting into position. The battering ram-like head of his stallionhood bore against her entrance, pressing harder and harder as the seconds steadily passed. How anypony, even the sluttiest mare, could accommodate, much less enjoy something so enormous was beyond her, but then she saw the light. Just as she began to doubt she’d be able to handle him, she was impaled.

Any discomfort she felt was consumed by a crushing wave of bliss. She howled into Bibi’s maw, her limbs trembling and stuffed marehood gushing climactic nectar, while her mind reeled. How - how was this possible? She hadn’t even been close to cumming, yet he’d made her orgasm simply by penetrating her.

Breaking their kiss, Bibi stroked her face. “That good ~ eh?”

“Y…yuh,” she unintelligibly responded.

She was barely able to think, let alone speak or move - fortunately for her, Kubwa was ready and able to do the heavy lifting. Holding her legs up and apart, he slowly, almost sensually sank into her. Inch after impossibly thick inch filled her, stretching her open like nothing ever had, until the broad tip of his dick bore against her cervix.

Gliding a hand over Autum’s breasts and to her abdomen, Bibi snickered. “You handled him quite well. I was -”

“H…holy cow!” Autumn bleated.

Peeking downward, she snapped from her stupor when she saw the unmistakable imprint of Kubwa’s stallionhood within her. She’d heard some outlandish stories about mares taking incredibly large objects or lovers, but she’d never given them much credit - not until now. The silhouette of the mammoth cock buried in her was unmistakable, so vivid that she could clearly make out its crown and medial ring, and it left her at a loss for words.

She could have - would have marveled at the sight of herself for quite some time, although the bolts of rapture that shrieked through when he gradually withdrew and thrust back into her were mind-melting. All but convulsing on the mattress, she clawed at the sheets while weathering the amorous siege. They’d only been at it for a minute or so, yet she could already feel a second climax building within her.

“Here,” Bibi cooed, “let me help…”

Autumn tried to stop her lover, but it was too late. In an all but literal flash, her marefriend pounced. Her clit was gingerly rubbed, one breast was sucked, and her other nipple was delicately twisted and pulled - all while Kubwa fell into a steady rhythm of plowing her. Set upon by not one by two zebras, she howled in raw, unfettered ecstasy.

This was lunacy. They’d only just started - actually started, but she’d cum twice and was hurtling toward a third orgasm. Her rapturous howl filled the air and rang in her ears. Bibi could make her climax easily, typically with little effort whatsoever, but the two-pronged attack of the zebras was more than she could bear on any conceivable level.

With his balls beating against her tush, he lifted her lower half from the mattress. “She sings beautifully…”

“That she does,” Bibi intoned. “Allow me to quiet her…”

Autumn’s wails were silenced when Bibi swung a leg over her seated herself on her face. The balmy heat of the zebra’s loins was ambrosial and, despite her mindless state, elicited an automatic response. Her hands shot upwards and clasped her lover’s thighs as she plunged her tongue into the sweltering, velvety marehood above her.

The scene was one of utter depravity, a lone kirin overwhelmed by a duo of striped deities, one rutting her while the other sat on her face, and it wouldn’t have looked out of place in a porno. While Bibi and Kubwa had Autumn at their mercy, they were anything but ruthless. Their motions were smooth and calculated, almost as if they were designed to break the hapless mare, although they weren’t immune to their own urges.

Bit by bit, the zebras increased their pace. Bibi rolled her hips forward and back, slathering Autumn’s muzzle with her juices, while Kubwa’s thrusts came harder and faster. Their carnal might was incalculable, far and away from what a native Equestrian could withstand, and it wrought havoc upon the poor mare trapped beneath them.

After her fifth or sixth climax, Autumn lost track of how many times she’d been swept up by the tides of ecstasy. No matter how many times she convulsed and came, weeping tears of joy into Bibi’s cunt while convulsing and gushing uncontrollably, the pair went on seemingly without end. Had she been laying there for hours or days? Honestly, she couldn’t say, but things ultimately came to their inevitable, unavoidable end.

Sensing Kubwa flaring within her, the head of his cock beating against her womb, she braced herself for the inevitable - sadly, nothing could have prepared her for what was to come. Giving one final, unstoppable thrust, the stud buried every inch of his length into her. Her foal-factory was despoiled, yielding in a heartbeat, and the bliss she endured when he filled her, flooding her with his essence, was incalculable.

She could feel it, the unending flow of his seed questing for her eggs, and she welcomed it. Try as she might, struggling to remain conscious, it was a battle she couldn’t win. Rocked to her very core, with her eyes opened to what true pleasure was, she succumbed to her rapture. The final thoughts to grace her before oblivion overtook her were those of her and her family to be, of Bibi and their foals, and she smiled as she was taken a deep, well-earned sleep.

Though she had no way of knowing how long she’d slumbered, she awoke to a taste of paradise. Bibi lay to her right, and Kubwa to her left, and she lay sandwiched between the pair. She smiled wearily while basking in the warmth and comfort they afforded. This was the beginning of a new chapter in her life, the start of something new and amazing, and she had both of them to thank for it. Silently stroking her abdomen, envisioning the life blossoming within her, she gave a long, contented sigh. At long last, she’d finally have a family to call her own…