Zebra Anthology

Peering through her mirrored shades, Vinyl placed her hand and flipped a switch on her turntable as the cameramare nodded over at her. A fog machine kicked on, the lights dimmed, and prismatic lasers cut through the gloom. Now that everything was ready, it was time to begin.

She began slowly, bobbing her head while Coloratura’s song Black and White filled the air. The extras on set turned their eyes to her, but she paid them little mind. It was rare enough for her to make a genuine music video, vastly preferring to entertain in person at concerts or the occasional party, so she wasn’t going to screw this up.

As the lyrics played and hit a certain beat, she flicked a switch and put herself to task. She was a DJ, one of the best in Equestria, and it was time to work her magic. The soft tunes took a jarring turn, blended with electronic effects and mixed with the subtle, almost imperceptible sounds of throaty moans and hard breathing.

Black and White was an inspired work, lamenting the underwhelming nature of pony stallions while waxing poetic about the divine nature of striped studs, and it was an all time favorite of hers. Her hands spun over the board, adjusting dials and sliders as they went, until they came to the soundboard. If listeners weren’t clued in as to what her remix would involve already, they would be soon enough.

“He’s so big…”

She shivered hearing the voice, a sample she’d gotten from one of Sweetie Belle’s older films. Waiting for a split second, she slid her thumb over to another button. Mixing was an art, one which required a keen ear and a firm grasp of timing, so she tapped a foot, held her breath, and pressed down at precisely the right moment.

“Silly pony colts…”

A rush of adrenaline surged through her. That particular soundbite was from an anonymous fan of hers, but she could imagine the situation that had elicited it. Some mare, possibly even a married one, had finally accepted that ponies weren’t nearly as good as they thought they were - at least, not the overwhelming majority of them.

“Give me that big…”

She gnawed her bottom lip.

“Zebra…”

Her marehood clenched and drooled within her panties.

“Cock…”

Her fingers danced, the bass dropped, and the lights overhead switched from a warm orange to ultraviolet. The extras rose from their seats, not one having taken their eyes off her the entire time, but she wouldn’t - couldn’t pay them any mind. With her heart starting to race, fueled by the music and the thrill of what was to come, she threw a hand up and started to wave with the rhythm.

She couldn’t see them clearly, nor did she glance up to check on them, but she could tell that the cameras were starting to move. Her audience - well, the audience she was going to have once the video was edited and uploaded, would probably be at a loss at this point. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to wear garish outfits, the sort of things she’d fashion from stuff she picked up at a thrift shop, yet the attire she now wore was nothing short of slatternly.

The metallic sheen of her thong was visible from beneath her micro skirt, her fishnet shirt only barely managed to keep her skimpy bikini from slipping free of her swaying breasts, and the vest she’d had custom tailored had a small surprise. Unable to keep a grin from playing across her muzzle, she tapped a control on her deck and set a pre-programmed portion of the remix to play.

Normally, her videos consisted of shots of her scratching and mixing interspersed with segments of various films or even video games, but not this time - this time, she was going to take a much, much more active role. As she turned on one heel and lifted her hands, the song’s tempo shifted.

There were a number of reasons she was partial to Coloratura’s newest work. Her fellow musician’s recent albums had been an absolute banger, her style had become much more energetic, and she was one of the few mares bold enough to speak the truth. Pony stallions could be pretty decent in bed, if they were well-hung enough and knew what they were doing, but they couldn’t hold a candle to even the most inexperienced Zebrican.

Strutting through the haze, she spun, smirked back at the camera, and hitched her thumbs over her shoulders. Emblazoned on her denim vest was a stylized spade with a bejeweled Z directly over its center. The letter and symbol were innocent enough in and of themselves, but together - together they took on an entirely different meaning.

She stuck out her tongue and flipped a dual, one-finger salute as the extras circled her. Gone were the days of her feigning innocence, sheltering her desires and what she really thought about ponies, and now everypony was going to know it. As a set of thick, calloused fingers took her by the chin, her eyes shot to one of her many costars.

While she didn’t know anything about her fellow performers’ names, she knew they’d all play their parts flawlessly. Each stud was younger than her, bigger than her, and covered in beautiful black stripes. The moment the hunky zebras had heard her what she was proposing, they’d gleefully agreed to her little coming clean event.

Coming clean - that was too fucking funny. Was she going to air out some laundry? Yeah, there was no doubt about that. Would it be a thing that wasn’t messy about it? Not if she had anything to say about it. Shoving the stallion away and giggling like a schoolfilly, she threw her arms back and let her vest fall to the floor.

Lasers flew around her and the lights strobed before a lone, blue spotlight ignited overhead. This was her time, a pre-chorus of sorts, so the zebras restrained themselves and backed away. She moved with the beat, her body flowing like water and skirt flapping while she spun. Putting on a show never failed to give her a rush, although this was a far departure from the norm for her.

There was something about music that amplified her feelings, be they for good or ill, and this occasion was no exception - if anything, it was even stronger than ever. Her nipples were rock hard, she was sopping wet, and she couldn’t help but smile like an idiot. What she was doing - rather, what she would be doing is insane, yet she was positively ecstatic.

Sliding a thumb over the waistband of her skirt and popping its buttons, she sent the garment sailing to the side. The zebras chuckled while keeping their distance and allowed her to continue. She didn’t slow as she weaved a finger under her shirt, hooked her bikini over her digit, and wrenched her arm to one side.

The top of her two-piece, unlike typical swimwear, had been made specifically for this video - as such, a single button was all that secured it to her frame. The article flew off set, landing near one of the stagehands and leaving her breasts all but bare. She wasn’t technically naked, still clad in her fishnets and g-string, but that would change soon enough.

Stopping on a dime, she faced the largest stud and plastered herself against his chest. The heat radiating from his chiseled pecs was stirring, as was the lustful glint in his eyes, though it was the smell wafting off his adonic body that truly inspired her. She’d asked them all to hit the gym before showing up, ensuring they’d worked up a sweat, and they’d all been more than willing to oblige her.

As she gradually sank into a squat, dragging her face down his chest and over his rippling abs, he kept his hands to his sides. The lower she went, the stronger a heady aroma became - the stronger the heady aroma became, the more difficult it became to control herself. Was she really going to do this? Could she really do this? Would she be throwing her career away once this hit the net? In the end, driven by her passion and an undeniable need, she was ready to roll the dice.

She fought the urge to unfasten his belt with her teeth while she reached up to loosen his pants. While this wasn’t a play, it was still a production. Everypony had their part, they’d practiced a handful of times, and deviating would be a monumental waste of time - doubly so, given the final act. Opening the front of his jeans, she lazily drew his fly downward to reveal his boxers.

“Give it to me…”

The verse was a cue, and it was her final chance to change her mind. If she kept going, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold herself back for much longer - if she stopped, she could retain the career she’d spent a lifetime creating. Caving to her lust and her longing to change, to finally be the mare she yearned to be, she wormed her hand into his pants and felt the long, hard, hot length lurking within.

She leaned back slightly while steadily pulling inch after obsidian inch of his stallionhood free. One thing they’d skipped during the rehearsals was everything after this moment, although that was for good reason. A mare, any mare, would only pull out a Zebrican’s cock for one reason, and it wasn’t simply for fun.

Marveling at his size, she licked her lips. The stud was huge, packing a dick that would give even a seasoned mare a run for her money, and he wasn’t alone. Shuffling forward while fiddling with their pants or shorts, the other zebras presented their endowments. Surrounded by a sextet of the finest stallionhoods she’d ever seen, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue.

“Fuck pony bitches! Fuck - fuck pony bitches!”

The lyric was a double entendre, though she wasn’t sure if her listeners or viewers would fully appreciate it. On a superficial level, the line was bluntly prompting Zebrican studs to bag pony mares for themselves - on a less obvious note, it was a stab at pony stallions. Lifting the enormous stallionhood to her muzzle, she fought back a laugh.

She almost felt bad for pony stallions - then again, a good number of them had come to embrace their servile nature. Equestrians, be they pegasi, unicorns, or earth ponies, were right to accept their role in the natural order of things; zebras were simply superior, larger and better in every imaginable way, and submitting to them was its own reward. She turned her eyes up as she wrapped her lips around the stud’s cock-head, overjoyed that she’d taken the next big step in her life.

Salty and earth flavors coated her tongue, yet she couldn’t savor them - not completely. Blindly raising her hands, she presented her palms for two of her costars. If she could control herself in front of an audience of hundreds, entertaining a mere half-dozen stallions shouldn’t be that difficult.

Bobbing her head and sucking off one stud, she stroked off the pair flanking her. This may not have been particularly intimate for sex, more akin to a scene from a porno, but it was right up her alley. She was a bombastic mare, prone to livening up the place wherever she went, and that same energy extended to her videos.

Honestly, she’d fallen in love with zebras from the second she’d first bedded one. Their scent, the way they tasted, and how they fucked like animals, screwing her until she could barely stand, was mind-blowing. Forcing her head forward, she quickly drew a breath before filling her gullet.

The studs snickered all the while, bucking their hips and using her like a cheap whore, which only added to her excitement. She was a star, nearly a household name, but that meant nothing to the striped titans looming over her. Having done well so far, holding herself back as she sucked the stallion off at a leisurely pace, her composure took a ruinous blow as a hand clutched the back of her head.

Hauled forward, she sheathed the entirety of massive cock in her snout. Even though she couldn’t breathe, her airway filled completely by dick, the musk of his sweaty loins lingered in her sinuses. With her part to play over, if only for the time being, it was the studs’ time to shine.

The zebras lead, the colossus she was blowing, flashed his teeth as he started to fuck her face. He’d been given the green light to be as rough as he wanted, as had his friends, and he was quick to exercise that right. Using Vinyl’s ears as handlebars, he plowed her muzzle in tune with the song’s rhythm.

Vinyl quietly gagged around the pistoning length, making more noise than she ever had on a shoot, while she jacked off the stallions at her sides. As drops of glimmering nectar dripped from her crotch, creating a small, cooling pool on the floor beneath her, her marehood winked within its sodden confines. Every instinct she had screamed at her to finger herself, to get some sort of relief, yet all of her effort was lent to pleasing the giants around her.

She’d had one-on-one experiences with zebras, a few threesomes, and even endured a gangbang with a trio of Zebrican stallions on one occasion - that being said, even with the considerable amount of experience she did have, she may have bitten off more than she could chew. With her thoughts running wild, she blinked away a tear. This was bad, but not in a way she’d anticipated. While the studs were playing their part perfectly, her inhibitions were crumbling under the unfathomable weight of her raging libido.

Saliva and pre-cum ran down to her chin as her vision started to blur. Though she was far from a virgin, getting more action than most mares, the sheer vehemence of her lovers took her completely off guard. She’d thought they’d take it slightly easy on her, given that they were being filmed for a professionally edited and officially released video, but she couldn’t have been more wrong.

Driven forward and back, she walked the tightrope of what she should be doing and what she wanted to be doing. If she had her way, and she was beginning to wish she did, she would skip ahead a scene or two and get straight to the dirty business - sadly, she was in no position to do anything other than choke on cock.

The song played on while the ache in her marehood grew worse and worse - still, she kept her hands on the pair of stallionhoods she was clutching. Time - it was only a matter of time until the crescendo and some sweet, well-earned relief, yet the wait was torturous. Feeling as though she was about to go mad, she coughed out a sigh of relief when the monstrous length was hauled from her snout.

“Spread ‘em, bitch…”

Her ears perked up and her heart skipped a beat. Shit - she’d nearly missed the signal! Bolting to her feet, she pushed her way past the small gang of zebras and sauntered back to her turntable. As she bent over and arched her back, fully prepared to get railed out, a faint cough crept to her ear.

She glanced to the side, spotted the director scowling over at her, and scrunched her snout. Celestia damn it - she almost forgot! Before she actually got plowed, she was supposed to get fondled and felt up by the studs. All but gnashing her teeth, she willed the grimace from her face and straightened back up.

The studs closed in and pinned her between them as their hands wandered over her body. Fingers ran over her nipples and breasts, her marehood was tenderly caressed, and hot breaths tickled her ears. She’d been on the verge of snapping moments prior, purely from having her throat swabbed, so the fondling and affection drove her up a wall.

For the first time in longer than she could remember, she wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to last. It took everything she had to let herself be felt up, smiling and trembling like a leaf in the wind, yet she managed to stay relatively still. It wasn’t until one of the stallions, a particularly intrepid one, slipped a finger into her panties to rub her cunt.

Fuck it - fuck all of it. After the groping, she was set to be laid down and taken missionary on her DJ booth, but that wasn’t going to happen. Going completely off script, she threw her ass back against the stud behind her. She would probably catch hell for this later, but she could live with that - after all, the worst she’d have to endure is a re-shoot.

‘Breed me,’ she mouthed in perfect harmony with the blaring song.

There were occasions when she had to ad lib, working on the fly when equipment malfunctioned or things went awry - this was one of those times. The lip syncing was flawless, matching the music as if she’d sung it herself, and it worked perfectly. Without skipping a beat, the stallion at her back grabbed her hips and kissed his cock-head to her slavering entrance.

Seizing the reins, as well as the table before her, she swung her hips and impaled herself. The move was impetuous, borne from a ravenous thirst to be filled, and it was her undoing. Enthusiasm and lechery were all well and good, yet having her depths go from empty and wanting to completely and utterly stuffed sent her mind into a tailspin.

The stallion thrust, setting her off balance to topple over her table and equipment. She gasped and her eyes shot wide as her womb was smashed by the immense stallionhood entombed within her taut, quaking depths. Grappling with the overwhelming pleasure surging through her, relishing the sensation of a fat pair of balls resting against her clit, she failed to notice the stud stepping around to her head.

In the blink of an eye, her arms were seized and pulled back. Even if she’d wanted to get back to the routine she’d spent the last few weeks preparing for, she wouldn’t have been able to - not like she particularly cared to at this point. Having a monstrous cock sheathed in her needy cunt never failed to derail her thoughts, and it wasn’t like she just had one of the massive things to worry about.

As a second dick glided over her tongue and into her maw, her eyes rolled back. One small silver lining was that her turntable was on autopilot, playing the track she’d started without issue, although that was the least of her concerns. Regardless of where she was, what she was doing, or who was watching, she would be hard pressed not to serve a zebra who’d set his sights on her.

Putting her lips, tongue, and marehood to work, she milked the duo spit-roasting her. It was impossible for her to tell what the production crew was thinking or doing, only being able to see the striped six pack of the hunk who was balls-deep in her snout, but she had to presume they were enjoying the show. Though things had gone wildly off script, nopony had yelled for a cut or stopped the ongoing depravity - plus it wasn’t like the entire affair wasn’t going to end in sex anyways.

The shoot was going to conclude with her riding one of the stallions on the couch, but there was no way that was going to happen now. Vinyl was in uncharted waters, effectively being used by two of the six cast members, and what would happen next was anypony’s guess. Her chest heaved and throat spasmed as the stud in her trembling confines ground his medial ring against her g-spot.

Fuck - though she’d only just started, being screwed for a few minutes at most, she was already about to cum. Warmth blossomed in her abdomen, her marehood winked uncontrollably, and her knees threatened to buckle. This wasn’t anything particularly new for her, always reaching her limit at a breakneck pace with striped studs, yet the thrill of being filmed and the notion that everypony would see her true colors heightened her pleasure by an order of magnitude.

Dwelling on how some young mare would watch this someday and possibly be inspired to find a Zebrican lover of her own was the final nail in her coffin. She sputtered violently, sending flecks of spittle and pre-cum onto the stud’s thighs while a climax overtook her. Her mind short circuited, unable to cope with the unimaginable ecstasy that robbed her of her strength. She’d done it, she’d graduated from disk jockey to porn star, and things weren’t even close to being finished.

While her gushed orgasmic juices to the floor, painting her inner thighs and heels, the stallions ravaged her. It was abundantly clear that they prioritized their needs over her comfort, treating her as little more than a toy for their amusement, yet that was part of the appeal. Being objectified, used and ruthlessly fucked, was what she was made for - what every mare was made for in her opinion.

Her eyes bulged as the stallionhood lodged in her throat flared and pulsed. Gouts of seed surged into her stomach, so deep that she couldn’t even taste it, as the cock battering her womb swelled and locked into place. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t breathe, and she couldn’t stop what was coming - nevertheless, the sensation of sweltering foal-batter flooding her depths was positively divine.

Acting in concert, as if they’d conspired for this very moment, the studs wrenched their throbbing lengths free to paint her face, back, and ass. Ropes of white clashed with the neon of her attire, painting her as she weakly coughed and filled her burning lungs. Many mares in her place would have felt humiliated, not for the least of which reasons being that she was being recorded, yet all she felt was pride.

Pulled up and to her feet, given no time to recover, she was turned and lifted into the air. One of the stallions, presumably one who’d been waiting his turn, picked her up and hooked his arms under her legs. It wasn’t the first time she’d been locked into such an obscene position, her back to his chest with her nethers shamelessly displayed for any and all to see, however she hadn’t expected to feel the dick she was suspended above to prod her backdoor.

She went to tell him to stop, that she wasn’t that inexperienced with anal, yet the only thing to escape her lips while he buried his shaft in her ass was a guttural groan. This was new, a level of depravity she hadn’t foreseen, and it left her at a loss for words. Only vaguely aware of movement in front of her, she falteringly turned her head and watched as a second stud stepped up and filled her needy, gaped cunt.

Pinned between the pair, she howled in demented glee. The video she’d intended to produce was by no means safe for work, but this - this made some pornos look tame. She was covered in cum, her pucker and marehood were pushed to their limit, and she teetered on the brink of rapturous madness - in short, she was in heaven.

It was hard for her to keep track of everything that happened, weathering one climax after another, and the exact details of what happened were lost on her. One minute, she was getting double-penetrated by two of the striped beefcakes - the next, she was riding somepony while hungrily sucking a cock. The entire affair was like a dream, hazy and enthralling, yet it eventually came to an end.

Finding herself on the floor, she unsteadily propped herself on one arm while wiping a cocktail of tears, saliva, and jizz from her face. Every part of her ached, and she knew she’d be sore in the morning, but the contentment of what she’d done eclipsed any discomfort of self-doubt. Lifting her gaze and spotting a camera trained at her, she smiled and gave a shaky thumbs up.

As the camera crew and staff nodded to one another, lowering their equipment and bringing towels onto the set, her thoughts drifted. There weren’t many mares who were as bold or reckless as her, laying everything on the line for a whim, although there was one in particular that had inspired her - one she had the honor of calling a friend. Musing on where Octavia was and what she was doing, she snickered and wondered what her fellow musician would think of her latest, to-be hit…