Zebra Anthology

“Ladies and gentlecolts!” Flim blared as he stepped through the curtain at the back of their wagon.

“Bulls and bottoms!” Flam added, strutting into the open while beaming at the throng.

Moving in perfect tandem, the pair pressed their backs together, held hands, and motioned to the steadily assembling crowd. “Have we got a deal for you!” they blared in unison.

As they smiled and held their breath, waiting for their introduction to draw in a few more curious faces, the same thought crossed their minds. Times had changed dramatically for the both of them, and they couldn’t be happier. While once they’d eked out a living hucking snake oil, shoddily contraptions, and anything they could make a quick bit off of, they’d struck success in the most novel of ways.

Sauntering away from his sibling, Flam spun on his heel and waved over at Flim. “Is your coltfriend a little too cocky or cocky?” he loudly laughed.

He turned his eyes to Flim and winked. His former brother was a pale shadow of his former self, having forsaken any shred of masculinity he’d once had; with her hair done up in a pair of flowing pigtails, thigh-high leggings, and a string bikini that left nothing to the imagination, it would have been shocking for many to think she’d ever been a stallion at all. Waiting for her to pirouette and gave a small bow, showing off all her assets, he smirked.

Flim was an honest to goodness mare, both inside and out, and she was a damn good looking one too. Perky tits, a slender waist, and a sporty little ass that could and often would draw the attention of even the most dubiously straight stallion - honestly, she had it all. Years prior, before their innovative business venture, Flam would never have guessed that he’d have a sister - in spite of that, he couldn’t be more proud of the life his sibling had embraced.

“Or maybe your special somepony isn’t as obedient as you’d like them to be?” Flim quipped, covering her muzzle and suppressing a practiced giggle.

Peering over at her brother, she watched as he caressed a finger to a collar around his neck while flipping the front of his painfully short skirt. Unlike herself, Flim gone through as dramatic of a transformation as herself; he was still a stallion, yet he was as far from a stud as one could get. Glancing down to his groin, she licked her lips.

Flam was a femcolt, sleeker and more feminine than most natural mares, yet he’d insisted on keeping a memento of what he’d once been. A burnished, silvery cage was locked to his package, throttling his dainty little coin purse while ensuring his limp, diminutive colthood only served as a decoration and convenient lube dispenser. She’d tried to convince him at first, telling him they could become the Flim Flam sisters, although she wouldn’t deny that the contrast between them was delightfully thrilling. Save for the chastity and lack of tits, only having a deliciously flat chest, he was essentially a mare, and he wasn’t ashamed to show it.

They nodded to one another, shared a glance, and inhaled in tandem. “Well we have just the ticket to spice up your love lives!” they blared. Acting in concert, Flim kicked a switch that extended a small stage from the back of their cart while Flam threw a lever which extended and opened an array of products from the storage area in the aft of their wagon.

“Come on, don’t be shy!” Flam exclaimed, wholly uncaring about his slatternly appearance. Throwing an arm back, he deftly plucked a potion bottle from a shelf. “We’ve got elixirs that can do practically anything! Want a fat pair of tits? Easy as! Maybe you’d like a bit more cushion for the pushin’?” he chirped, spinning and giving his nearly bare backside a smack after grabbing a different cocktail. “Right here, my friends!”

“Now now, brother, let’s not be so hasty!” Flim chimed in as she playfully wagged a finger. “Perhaps you’re wanting something you could use with yourself or a lover? Boy howdy, do we have options for you!” she continued. Turning and pulling a cloth from atop a pop-up table, she revealed a veritable arsenal of sex toys. “We’ve got plugs, paddles, pumps, pasties, personal massagers, and much more!”

Stepping back to the edge of their stage, allowing their spectators to get a good view of their wares, they bowed. It was funny and delightfully ironic - instead of constantly trying and failing to get rich with dubious business practices and questionable products, they’d only met success when they’d found themselves. Truth be told, though they had plenty of bits in the bank, their happiness came from their wealth.

As the first brave soul stepped up and onto the platform to eye the range of neatly labeled potions, the duo did what they did best - well, what they did best in a public setting. Regardless of their past, both Flim and Flam were both extraordinary salesponies, knowing how to work a crowd or read potential customers on instinct, and they put their talent to use. While they chatted, answered questions, and proudly talked-up their goods, they waited patiently for the next part of their act.

“How do we even know this stuff works?” somepony asked.

Flim, Flam, and a sizable portion of the throng turned and looked over at the inquisitive pony. The stallion, a timid-looking, meek little guy, was a plant, but it wasn’t like anypony but the twins knew that. Holding his ground as the vampish vendors approached him, abandoning their would-be clients, he visibly stiffened.

“We could tell you,” Flam hummed, moving to the stallion’s side.

Sandwiching the pony’s arm between her tits, Flim tittered. “But maybe we should show you. Come with us, good sir, and we’ll prove we’re more than just talk.”

The twosome guided the stallion up and onto the platform while their prospective clients gave them space. Talk was cheap, it was true, but that wasn’t a problem for them. In a bygone age, they would’ve swindled the ever-living hell out of everypony, essentially using smoke and mirrors to convince the crowd that they weren’t charlatans, but that was a long, long time ago.

“What’s your name, fella?” Flim quipped.

“S…Star Tracker,” the young stallion meekly replied.

Though Flam was fully aware of what Star wanted, he played his part flawlessly. “And how can we help you this fine day, pal? No, wait, lemme guess ~ you’d like something to surprise your big, undoubtedly big coltfriend?”

Star’s cheeks darkened as he lowered his head and nodded. “Y…yeah…”

Spinning on her heel, Flim grabbed an elixir, popped the cork with her thumb, and smoothly brought the bottle to Star’s lips. “Well drink up! It’ll take a few doses to have its fullest effect,” she snickered while fondling one of her breasts, “but how far you take it is up to you!”

“O…ok,” Star stammered, taking the bottle and shying away.

With a small area cleared around himself, he lifted and swallowed down the concoction before the mass of onlookers. He wasn’t all that impressive of a stallion, what with his scrawny build, relatively short stature, and a flowing, golden mane contrasted against his short, royal blue coat, although that was about to change in a big, big way. Harlequin flame consumed him, burning away his t-shirt and shorts, while Flim and Flam broadly grinned.

The potion was their biggest seller, and that was for a damn good reason. Combining Zebrican alchemy, a bit of love magic, and just a kiss of changeling venom, the elixir did everything they said it would. As the harmless fire died engulfing Star, a collective gasp escaped the crowd.

Star peered down at himself in shock, unable or unwilling to move. “H…holy cow…”

“Not sure about the holy part, although we do have a couple cow-print outfits that may tickle that cute little pickle of yours,” Flam cheerfully noted while presenting and turning a mirror to her suddenly exhibitionistic volunteer.

Effectively naked, save for the scorched remnants of his briefs, Star’s body perfectly demonstrated the potion’s effects. His midsection was smooth and soft, his tush was plush and downright squeezable, and his naughty bits - well, they were reduced to little more than a subtle bulge beneath his underwear. It would have been easy for anypony to assume he wasn’t dominant when it came to amorous affairs prior to his minor metamorphosis, but now he practically screamed bottom-bitch.

Several spectators softly applauded, many openly remarked on the demonstration, and a few even rushed to the rack of potions - irrespective of their reactions, the show had caused quite the stir and served its purpose. Flim and Flam became a blur of motion, addressing questions and ringing up sales like the professionals they were. While products virtually flew off the shelves, with a number of ponies scrambling to grab items before they were sold out, the bits flowed.

By the time things had wrapped up, nearly four hours later, Flim and Flam were exhausted in more ways than one. Most of their products were gone, sweat glistened on their hides, and their cash register was nearly smoking from being overworked, yet they couldn’t keep themselves from smiling - not because of the small fortune they’d just made, that they’d cleared out most of their stock, or that they were going to be able to wrap up earlier than they’d anticipated, but because of what awaited them. Packing their wagon and pulling the curtains closed, they strolled around to the front of the cart.

“Done already?” a gruff, gravely voice hummed.

“Yes, daddy,” the pair demurely answered.

The wagon lurched and groaned as a colossal figure emerged from beneath the arched tarp covering it. Flim and Flam stepped back and craned their necks to peer up as the monstrous stallion hopped to the ground. To say the mountain of a stud was huge would be an understatement, and he was all theirs - rather, they were his.

Alade had done much, much more than help them perfect their potions; without him, they’d probably be on the road struggling to make ends meet, and they definitely wouldn’t be the ponies they’d ultimately become. Impossibly tall and built like a tank, brimming with thick slabs of muscle beneath his striped hide, the titan smiled down upon them. As the pair plastered themselves against him, pawing at his abs and chest, his hands drifted to the top of their heads.

Squatting down, Alade pecked their cheeks and lowered his hands to shamelessly grope their asses. “Love my girls.”

“Love you too, daddy,” Flim murmured.

Flam shifted and breathed hotly against Alade’s ear. “If you really mean that…” he trailed off as he reached out and caressed the gargantuan swell within the zebra’s jeans.

“Maybe we could earn a little tip,” Flam added as she slipped a hand into his waistband.

Softly laughing and shaking his head, keeping a firm grip on their backsides, he pulled the duo close. “What am I going to do with you two?”

“Stuff us,” Flam cooed.

“Fuck us,” Flim purred.

Alade looked past the pair, possibly checking to see if they were being watched, and slipped a thick digit into their asses. “You know the deal…”

The pair moaned and rolled their hips back, desperate for more, yet Alade withdrew his fingers and rose to his full height moments after he spoke. He’d been right, Flim and Flam did know what was expected of them, and they weren’t about to let the chance slip through their fingers. If either of the feminized ponies were going to get a reward for their hard work, they were going to have to earn it.

Striking quickly, Flam darted around behind Alade. As the studs jeans were drawn downward, loosened and removed by Flim, an ambrosial scent wafted to his nose. Zebras smelled amazing, so strong as to be overpowering, and their scent rarely failed to get him excited. He instantly fell to his knees, took a deep, musk-laced breath, and drove his muzzle into his daddy’s big, beefy ass.

The aroma clinging to his sinuses was quickly complemented by the taste of sweat as dragged his tongue up Alade’s taint. One of the many reasons he’d decided to remain a stallion, if only a pitiful one, was that he adored submitting himself to real studs. Rimming his daddy, being paraded around in skimpy attire, showing off his cage, and having the cum fucked out of him were what he lived for, especially because of his chaste, emasculated state.

“Atta girl,” Alade rumbled above him. “Really get in there…”

Flam hadn’t needed to be told what to do, yet the small bit of encouragement was like pouring fuel on a fire. Though he’d never had much luck with mares, only having a small number of brief relationships with them in the past, it was still somewhat shocking how quickly he’d taken to devoting himself to a real stallion - be that as it may, Alade had put him through his paces. He’d learned to beg, dress properly, and accept his servile, obedient nature like a fish to water, and he wasn’t the only one.

Reverently lifting Alade’s immense endowment, Flam all but made out with the stud’s cock-head. Her marehood burned with desire, desperate to be filled, although she ignored the ache in her loins. While she worked her lips around the bloated tip of ebony length, her eyes never strayed from her lover’s face.

She gave a hushed, contented groan as the dick in her snout tickled the back of her throat. Having formerly been a stallion came with a number of benefits - one of which being she knew just how to get a guy off. Working the sensitive underside of Alade’s shaft, she twisted her torso ever so slightly and pulled her top up to show off her tits.

An approving snort from her lover was accompanied by his hand drifting to the back of her head. She filled her lungs as swiftly as she could, understanding what was coming, and she did so in the nick of time. In a flash, her throat bulged outward as Alade thrust forward and plunged into her gullet.

With both hands free, no longer able or needing to stroke Alade off, she yielded to her urges. Tweaking one nipple as she choked on his cock, she reached down and sank a trio of digits into herself. It was hard to say if she was like other mares, what with her alchemically altered body, but the act of getting her stud off was as or more gratifying than playing with herself.

Stifled groans and gags from the twins caught the ear of several passers-by, though neither paid it any mind. The event they were at was expressly for adults, catering to the carnal wants of ponies, and it was hardly taboo to see somepony or someponies getting frisky with themselves or one another. Getting her face fucked and eating Alade’s respectively, Flim and Flam lavished their burly stud with affection.

Alade himself basked in twins’ devotion, pumping his hips at a relaxed, unhurried pace. Anypony and everypony who witnessed the exchange could tell who held the reins in the three-way relationship, and that wasn’t even accounting for the blatant worship. Biding his time and giving the duo just enough time to spitshine his backside and turgid length, he eventually pushed Flim back while stepping away from Flam.

“Alright alright,” Alade relented as crossed his arms over his chest. “If you want -”

Scrambling over one another, Flim and Flam threw themselves to the floor, arched their backs, and invitingly waggled their backsides. Mirror images of one another, save for the difference of a winking marehood and ripe, minuscule pair of balls and cage, the pair of immaculately presented asses were a sight to behold. They could have begged, they could have done any number of things, yet they were both keenly aware that any attempt to curry favor may backfire.

As the corners of his lips turned up, Alade’s clutched the base of his cock and waved it from one tush to the other. “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Catch a tiger by the toe…”

Flim held her breath while Flam did likewise. There were very few faults with Alade, although the fact that he could only plow one of them at a time was chief amongst them. While the colossal, exquisitely well-hung stud had enough endurance to satisfy the twins with a single bedding, it was always a guessing game on which of them would be dicked-down first.

“...let him go. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe…” Alade concluded while leveling his tool at Flim. “Lucky you…”

Swinging her arms back and prizing her buns apart, Flim gave him a glimpse of her juicy, pink interior. “Not to worry, brother, I’ll get him nice and lubed up for you.”

“Yeah yeah,” Flam groused as he flipped to his back.

Wriggling beneath his sister, he brought his face directly beneath Flam’s loins. He may have lost the coin toss on having his insides rearranged, although he still had a job to do. As Alade knelt down and got into position, bringing his titanic endowment to bear, his tongue crept past his lips.

Flam quaked and howled above him, though he scarcely noticed it. Closing his eyes, he lifted his head and licked Alade’s cock. He would never, ever have done anything with his brother, finding the thought abhorrent, but his sister - having a sister whom he shared a lover with put an entirely different spin on things. With a flick of his tongue, he switched his attention from his sibling’s clit to the enormous shaft sinking into her.

It might have been as nice as being fucked himself, but having his face in the action wasn’t that bad - plus it would make getting plowed into a coma even more enjoyable. Bringing one hand down his chest and between his splayed legs, he expertly fingered his tender p-spot. To tartarus with it - if Alade and Flim could get some action, he could too.

Left to speculate on what it would feel like to have a pussy, his imagination ran wild. Flam had explained that being claimed as a mare was phenomenal, vastly better than it had been when she’d been a stallion, but he wasn’t sure he believed her. While the day might come when he fully committed and exchanged his imprisoned prick for a succulent cunt, he was happy with having a supple, velvety pucker for Alade to use for now.

With her toes curling and hair standing on end, Flim squealed and came. Nectar flowed from her spasming depths, her mind went blank, and she almost collapsed atop her brother - almost. The ecstasy Alade delivered was incomprehensible, so powerful that she’d instantly fallen in love with it when he’d first despoiled her marehood - alas, like many times before, her enjoyment of it was all too fleeting.

She shakily turned her head and looked back as the girthy shaft was hauled from her depths. He was done with her, and no amount of fighting his fleeing stallionhood could stop him - however that didn’t keep her from fiercely gripping his length. As he withdrew with a soft pop, a crushing sense of loss settled upon her.

“Up,” Alade grunted.

Shuffling around, she unsteadily got to her feet while Flam rolled over and got to his hands and knees. Though she’d just been allowed to cum, her job was far from over. Like her brother, she was Alade’s toy, an outlet for his desires, and there was plenty she had to offer aside from a hot, fertile pussy to pound.

Fertile - the mere notion that she could get knocked up was mind-blowing. She had a womb, she’d endured estrus a handful of times, and she was positive that her foal-factory was primed and ready to bear Alade an heir. The urge to fulfill her biological purpose was maddening, stronger than anything she’d ever felt before, and it was a certainty that she would be a mother someday, but that would only happen when her stud deemed her worthy of it.

Pressing her tits to Alade’s midsection, she kissed and pawed at his chest. For as vehement and domineering as he was, he’d always had a soft spot for affection - particularly when he was balls-deep in her brother. As she glanced downward and at Flam, her thoughts drifted back to when she’d been in his position.

It wasn’t all that long ago when she’d been a stallion herself, having her prostate ravaged and back blown out by Alade, so she could sympathize with Flam on a fundamental level. There was a strong argument to be made for being a wanton sissy like her brother, although she didn’t regret her decision to become a mare. Shifting and running her tongue over Alade’s pec, she rubbed her clit as her mind wandered.

Alade almost always finished with Flam, blowing his load in her brother’s ass or occasionally down her throat, although that could eventually change. On several occasions, conversations about starting a family had come up, about the three of them settling down and starting a new life, and they’d always come with a catch. If the day came when she was carrying his foal, she wouldn’t be the only one doing it.

Driving two fingers into herself, she groaned around Alade’s nipple. He’d promised her and Flim that he’d make them his personal broodmares, although that was only going to happen when they both had wombs for him to mark as his own. The idea of the twins, then sisters, traipsing about a house while gravid and pampering their stud was compelling - so compelling that she often fantasized about it when they made love.

She giggled as Flim mewled incoherently, likely weathering his first orgasm of the tryst, and snaked a hand downward to caress Alade’s hip. Though she would never pressure her brother for anything, content to let him make his own decisions, she couldn’t wait for the day that she joined him as a true mare. The Flim Flam brothers had made quite the name for themselves, but the Flim Flam sisters had quite the ring to it.

“Tighten up - Nnnph - slut,” Alade growled.

Flim innately did as he’d been told, clamping down with what little strength he had. The flaring tip deep in his bowels, the pulsing of the shaft hammering into him, the hastened pace of Alade’s hips beating against his backside - they heralded what he’d been yearning for. Orgasms for him were a pleasant byproduct, purely a coincidence of doing his duty to please his stud - the real reward was the feeling of sweltering, virile seed surging through his depths.

Giving a final plunge, Alade hilted and gave him what he so deeply desired. The feeling of being bred as a stallion was both demeaning and electrifying, and it was enough to send him sailing over the edge in a heartbeat. He whimpered and shook uncontrollably while thin, impotent spunk dribbled from his chaste colthood.

As he risked a glimpse back, curious as to why he hadn’t heard anything, his eyes settled on Alade and Flim. His sister typically got more attention than he did, being treated with a level of care that bordered on romance, and it left him feeling conflicted. On one hand, he could understand why such a fine stud would favor a mare over a femcolt - on the other, being used as a convenient sex-toy came with benefits of its own.

Biting his lower lip to quiet himself, Flam remained still as Alade pulled out of his battered, cum-filled ass. Their stud was satisfied, his balls temporarily emptied, but they weren’t quite finished yet. Getting to their knees, the twins flanked their titanic lover’s slick, steaming stallionhood and set to cleaning him off.

“Love my mares,” Alade muttered above them.

“Love you too, daddy,” Flim and Flam jointly replied.

Though they had no way of knowing it, remaining silent while they mopped Alade’s cock with their tongues, Flim and Flam’s minds dwelled on the same thing. It was only logical that they’d take the next step eventually, graduating from salesponies to mothers for beautiful striped foals, yet the mystery of when that would come to pass was part of the fun. As their eyes met from opposite sides of the obsidian shaft in their hands, they leaned in and kissed one another. Family had always meant more to them than anything, even bits, and they’d cherish the day they embraced maternity side by side…