Zebra Anthology

“Oh cheese and crackers,” Thorax grumbled to himself, fumbling to don an oven mit.

He wasn’t upset that he was wearing a maid outfit, nor that his new chastity cage was exceptionally snug - no, he was unhappy because, if his nose was right, he’d inadvertently burnt the granola. Opening the oven and retrieving the tray, seeing that the baked grain was only slightly on the crisp side, he sighed in relief. The last thing he wanted was to bungle dessert for his big, sweet, loving Daddy.

When he’d heard about Twilight inviting Zebrican refugees into Equestria, he’d gleefully volunteered to take as many as he could into his hives. The way he saw it, the exotic equines needed a home and, as far as he was concerned, as much tender love and care as his people could muster - that said, he hadn’t anticipated being swept off his dainty little feet by the first striped stud off the train! He’d never forget waiting at the station with a throng of his followers, waving banners and carrying snacks for their new neighbors, when he first laid eyes on the stallion of his dreams.

He’d met plenty of big ponies, but not a single one matched Intaba in stature or godly build. Simply put, the giant was an adonis, a carved statue made flesh, and he’d nearly swooned right there at the sight of him. As the titan departed the train and surveyed his surroundings, his piercing, arctic eyes eventually settled squarely upon him. To say he got instantly flustered would have been an understatement - nevertheless, he’d greeted the colossus with as much respectable cheer as he could muster; little did he know that the moment would mark a turning point in his life.

Not only was Intaba an absolute dreamboat, but he was as polite and kindhearted as can be - furthermore, as he’d been quick to discover, the stallion found took an immediate interest in him! What began as daily visits and friendly chats gradually took a more amorous turn, with the zebra openly hitting on him and waxing poetic about how hot he was - needless to say, in spite of his relatively sheepish nature, he’d reciprocated the stallion’s advances. Maybe it was lust, the novel excitement of being around someone so forward, the fact that his colossal guest was so nice, or some combination of the three, but he found it impossible to stave off the banded behemoth’s advances - regardless, it wasn’t long before they began formally dating.

He’d never really had much luck in the romantic world, being too timid to ask anyone out, but Intaba wasn’t bothered by his lack of experience - in fact, if anything, the stallion was happy he hadn’t been in many relationships. His oversized lover taught him all about how a sissy, what he’d apparently been for most of his life, was supposed to behave around their mate. The zebra had picked out frilly, revealing outfits for him, locked his clit in a cage, and nourished his feminine side by leaps and bounds, crafting him into the perfectly demure little lover he was meant to be.

Placing the tray of granola on the kitchen counter, he gradually lost himself to his thoughts. It hadn’t been easy learning how to accommodate the stud’s godly endowment in his pussy or throat, without using his metamorphic abilities, but he’d be lying if he hadn’t loved every second of it. The thought of getting stretched open and fucked raw, manhandled by his stud, caused a bead of pre-cum to leak into his thigh. He almost felt silly for pretending to be a stallion for so long, acting tough while looking over his hive, but the past was the past; now that he’d learned his place and embraced his true self, he was as happy as a clam.

As he merrily hummed to himself, thoughts of his Daddy flitting through his head, he skipped to the refrigerator and pulled out some fresh fruit. He was still technically the leader of his hive - then again, he was still technically a stallion. Though he could have easily transformed himself into a mare, Intaba was quite insistent that he not change a thing about himself - a fact that confused and thrilled him to no end. Intaba had mentioned that there was nothing wrong with being emasculated and deferential to a real stud, and he’d been absolutely right. Stepping back and leaning forward, reaching for a number of chilled apples, he was blissfully ignorant to the sound of soft footfalls creeping up behind him.

“Mmmmmm,” a rumbling voice hummed, a heartbeat before a large, powerful hand clasped his barely covered backside. “Is this for me?”

Thorax squeaked and wheeled, startled by the wholly unforeseen grope, but his surprise lasted only an instant. Finding himself facing a broad, sculpted chest and abs, he swooned. He could have sworn his Daddy wasn’t going to be home for another three hours, but he wasn’t about to complain. Drifting forward, gliding his cheek between the giant’s massive pecs, he drew a breath through his nose and shivered.

Wrapping his arms around the svelte changeling, Intaba’s hand drifted down to affectionately squeeze his mate’s ample tush. “You been a good mare today?”

“Of course I have, Daddy!” Thorax chirped, craning his head to peer up at the zebra’s chin.

The zebra’s fingers crept into his lover’s tush and playfully circled the pronounced, winking, decidedly slick pucker lurking between the pair of supple buns. “No plug today?”

Shaking his head, Thorax rocked back into his stud’s palm. “Not right now, but I may have - Um…”

Intaba stepped away and withdrew, folding his arms over his chest. “You may have…?”

Thorax knew there was nothing wrong with relieving stress when he was by himself, but he still felt awkward talking about his urges. For buck’s sake, it wasn’t his fault for having developed a ravenous ass! Clutching his hands before himself, twiddling his thumbs and trying to look guiltless, he anxiously fidgeted in place. Even if he could bring himself to lie, the monumental stallion would almost certainly see through his deception - not to mention he’d feel awful for not telling the truth.

“I got lonely,” he bashfully admitted, keeping his eyes on the floor.

“What was that?” Intaba inquired, leaning forward and holding a hand to his ear.

Only hesitantly looking upward, seeing a knowing smirk on the stud’s handsome face, the changeling scrunched his snout. “I said I got lonely…”

“Baby,” the zebra sighed, “you knew I’d be home soon!” Stooping down and extending his arms, he scooped his lover up into a bridal carry. “And why so uneasy? It’s not like I could ever get mad at my little Princess!”

Peering up at the stallion, as he was carried out of the kitchen, Thorax felt his heart skip a beat. Heaven help him, he absolutely adored when the big guy called him Princess. For his entire existence, he felt like he’d been living a lie, being who people thought he should be, but that had stopped the moment the hulking hunk had come into his life. Hugging the stallion’s neck, as he was trundled into the living room, he smiled from ear to ear.

“I really am sorry,” Intaba murmured, glancing down at the shapeshifter in his arms. “Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

“Maybe,” Thorax mumbled, grinding his thighs together. “You should sit down and get comfy, I know you’ve had a long day.”

Honestly, he wasn’t sure how strenuous the titan’s day was, but he had to play his cards carefully. He could have simply asked to be pinned down and plowed into a coma, but that would be neither ladylike nor all that respectable - sure he may have an almost crippling fondness of worshiping his beefy mate, but he didn’t have it in him to act like a complete slut. Twisting in the zebra’s grasp, only barely getting his feet on the floor, he scampered back to the kitchen.

By the time he reached the fridge and retrieved a cold drink for his lover, he’d already concocted the perfect plan. It took him no time at all to pour a glass of iced, lightly sweetened tea for the stallion, as he put his little scheme into action. If he was lucky, and he couldn’t imagine how he wouldn’t be, he’d get just what he wanted with next to no effort.

“One ice cold drink for my strapping…” he trailed off, leaving the kitchen and laying eyes on his paramour.

Reclined on the couch, his semi-rigid stallionhood gradually rising from beneath his loincloth, Intaba grinned over at him. “You got me,” he began, holding his hands up innocently, “you aren’t the only one who was lonely today.”

Thorax gulped, unable to tear his eyes off the monolithic appendage. He’d hoped to seduce the stud into getting frisky, possibly even playing hard to get, but his ploy crumbled to ash. Just by showing himself off, not even in an overtly lewd way, the stud had flipped the script and set his mouth watering. Drifting toward the sofa, setting down the perspiring glass on the coffee table, he sank to his knees in silent deference before the titan.

“Is my little Princess gonna help me with that?” Intaba mused, shooting a wink at the kneeling changeling.

Giving a small nod, staring longingly at the immense cock before him, Thorax shuffled closer. While he wasn’t one to act overly whorish in front of his mate, there was no way in Tartarus he could resist helping the zebra blow off a bit of steam. Like many times before and doubtlessly many times to come, his muzzle drifting to the stud’s package, he drew a breath and flooded his sinuses with his mate’s heady musk.

Intaba smelled incredible, but his package - powers above, the aroma of his package was ambrosial. With trembling hands, he reverently fondled the plump balls hanging from the sofa. Each ripe orb was nearly the size of a grapefruit and easily able to knock up a mare several times over, but their contents were for him and him alone. Though the zebra could have easily claimed a small harem for himself, his interests lay with one changeling and one changeling only - him.

“Daddy…” he groaned, dragging his tongue up the weighty nuts and to the meaty folds of his lover’s sheath.

He would have been happy enough just to fawn over the stallion’s endowment, yet he got much more than that. Leaning forward and reaching out, Intaba lovingly stroked his cheek. Though he may have been a reformed changeling, no longer needing to feed off the love of others, his instincts had allowed him to realize something early in their relationship; the zebra didn’t merely pretend to care for him - no, the passion and fondness for him was as blatant and ineffable as the blazing sun in the midday sky.

His head spun, clouded by lust and the ethereal romantic energy permeating from the stud, as he kissed his way to the crown of his mate’s length. There had been a time when he’d struggled to suck the zebra off, gagging and sputtering around the girthy stallionhood, but that time had passed. Without any hesitation whatsoever, he wrapped his lips around the blunt tip of cock-meat, closed his eyes, and started bobbing his head.

Intaba’s hand shifted to one of his antlers, guiding his movements, as he contentedly groaned. “I should’ve known you wouldn’t let me shower first.”

The remark nearly made Thorax withdraw and give a modest rebuttal - almost. Though he hadn’t openly admitted it, It was a poorly kept secret of his that he adored the smell and taste of fresh sweat on his paramour. Softly twisting his head, he gave a muffled moan while he lavished the sensitive underside of the stud’s length with his tongue. If he’d known things were going to take such a lustful turn, he would have had a plug or dildo filling his rump for the occasion - alas, that wasn’t the case.

As he hungrily mopped Intaba’s shaft, stroking the base of his mate’s length with his right hand, he surreptitiously reached behind himself to finger his ass - at least he tried to. No sooner did he move his arm than the stud pulled his head back, freeing his snout with a soft pop. His eyes flew open, peering up at the zebra with concern, fearing he may have done something to upset his lover, but that wasn’t the case. Smiling broadly down upon him, his eyes full of sympathetic kindness, the stallion released him and offered his hand.

“Since we’re both a little worked up,” the stud chuckled, tenderly helping the changeling to his feet, “how about my little Princess has a seat on her throne.” Flexing his cock as he finished speaking, leaving no room for doubt about his intentions, he draped his arms on the back of the sofa.

“B…but I just started,” Thorax replied, glancing from the stud’s face to the throbbing, saliva slickened length.

His smile never wavering, Intaba gave a small shrug. “If you insist on sucking me off, you can do it later - for now, I just want to hold you,” he muttered. As the drone turned and took a small step back, he extended an arm to stop the changeling. “No, I want to face you.”

Thorax stopped dead and peered over his shoulder. He’d been mere moments from fucking himself on the zebra, yet he’d just been given a golden opportunity. Spinning on a heel, as giddy as a filly on prom night, he swung a leg forward and rested his knee beside the stud’s hip. He should have known his lover would want to face him while they did it, but his eagerness had gotten the better of him.

“There we go,” the giant breathed, as his mate straddled him, “just like that.”

Seated on the striped behemoth’s thighs, he looked down his chest at the gargantuan stallionhood resting against his abdomen. He could hardly believe he was able to accommodate something so insanely huge, nearly as big as his arm, but the contrast of the obscenely huge appendage against his chastity cage made the moment all the more surreal. It was moments like these, seeing how vastly superior the stallion was to himself, that reminded him why he called his pathetic endowment a clit.

Reaching down and endearingly fondling his meager package, gathering up a drop of pre-cum on his finger, Intaba snickered. “I must be doing something right for you to be this wet - haven’t seen you leaking this much in a while.”

“It’s because I love you, Daddy,” Thorax admitted, placing his hands on the hunk’s shoulders.

“Oh?” the zebra countered, quirking a brow. “And what do you love about me?”

“Everything,” Thorax sighed, pulling himself forward and sandwiching the hot, pulsing cock between them. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I hope you never, ever leave.”

“Babe,” Intaba whispered, hooking a thick digit under the changeling’s chin, “don’t talk like that. If anything, I don’t deserve you!” Lowering his muzzle, he pecked his mate’s collar. “You’re the cutest - Mwah - kindest - Mwah - most amazing little love bug I’ve ever met - heck maybe the best in the whole world, and not a day goes by that I don’t thank the spirits for having you.”

The sweet talk alone pushed Thorax to the brink, making his backdoor angrily seize. He wasn’t normally one to take the lead, much too bashful to be assertive, but even he had his limits. Raising his waist and pushing himself up, feeling the stallionhood slide down his crotch and to the cleft of his rump, he angled his hips forward and got into position. As his pucker kissed the head of his mate’s sublimely warm cock, he was brought to a halt by a pair of hands clasping his backside.

“If you don’t mind,” the zebra began, lifting him up and spinning him to the side, “allow me…”

With a gentleness belying his strength and size, he repositioned the shapeshifter into a close approximation of a princess carry. It was always amazing as it was to be moved about as though he weighed nothing, and this time was no less thrilling. With one arm under his knees, and another behind his shoulders, he was slowly lowered onto the towering stallionhood under him.

“W..wait,” he bleated, causing the stud to slow, “can you kiss me when you put it in?”

It was a foolish request, self-indulgent and serving little purpose, yet he couldn’t help himself. Smiling fondly at him, holding him steady, the stud closed his eyes and drifted his muzzle closer. Since the zebras had flowed into Equestria, he’d heard all sorts of wild, unbelievable tales about how domineering and haughty the striped equines could be - even if those stories were true, his mate couldn’t be more benevolent and caring. With his hands around the stallion’s neck, he craned his neck, locked lips with his lover, and was gradually impaled.

The sensation of something so unbelievably huge sliding into him, stretching his needy hole and worming into his depths, was indescribable and he doubted it would ever get old, but that wasn’t the best part - the best part was being completely immobilized by his burly mate. Held in place, slowly feeling his insides be rearranged by the utterly insane intrusion, it was all he could do to hotly make out with the stud. Feeling the exquisitely girth medial ring slip into him, he whimpered into the stallion’s muzzle.

With an approving grunt, Intaba shifted his hand upward, grabbed his antler, and pulled his head backward; while it wasn’t a particularly forceful move, it further cemented how inadequate he was as a stallion. For all intents and purposes, he was a male in name alone, practically a housewife for his mate, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d always been a bit submissive, but it wasn’t until he’d met the powerful stud did he learn to love himself for who and what he was - a bottom bitch.

Seconds passed, before Intaba had fully sheathed himself into his sylphlike mate. With the entirety of his length buried in the changeling’s snug confines, he broke their kiss and peered into Thorax’s eyes. “Gods, you’re so hot like this…”

Thorax’s jaw worked uselessly, a bead of drool creeping down his chin, as redness entered into his cheeks. Somehow, even though he was sheathing nearly a foot of dick, the compliment hit him like a ton of bricks. He wasn’t used to being flattered by anyone, let alone in such a compromising position, so the praise left him at a loss - fortunately, the colossus knew just what to do.

Using him like a sex toy, Intaba lifted and lowered him with ease. A part of him wished he’d been free, if only so he could reciprocate his lover’s affection, but another, deep-seated portion of himself adored being unable to move. The helplessness of it all, of being controlled, was electrifying and only served to elevate the experience. Clenching his hole on the upstrokes, while relaxing as he plunged downward, he did what he could to pleasure the giant.

It was hard to pick his favorite thing about being a changeling, yet the empathic ability to share emotional energy was easily one of the best. The bliss he felt was magnified by the pleasure and happiness of his lover, bringing him into a euphoric state of nirvana. He couldn’t have been more lucky with meeting Intaba, and he thanked the heavens that they’d become more than just friends.

His slavering cage dripped pre-cum down his comparably minuscule balls and onto the thick stallionhood pounding into him, as he reached for his chest. He really didn’t mind having his clit locked away - heck, it wasn’t like he’d ever gotten much use out of his colthood anyway, yet the denial of being chaste was more fantastic than he ever would have guessed. Forced to rely on less conventional means to get off, coupled with his latent empathic abilities, his body had gradually acclimated to his subservient role.

“Allow me,” the zebra intoned, leaning in and wrapping his lips around the changeling’s right nipple.

Thorax’s stuffed entrance quivered, as he was driven closer to his limit. “D…Daddy, you know how - Mmmmah - sensitive they are!”

Intaba peeked up at him, only pulling away once he’d gently nibbled on the sensitive bud of flesh. “Just imagine how sensitive they’d be if I sired my foals with you.”

“W…what?” Thorax croaked.

“I know it’s silly, but I would definitely make you a mother if I could. Imagining you walking around carrying my foal, your little breasts full of milk - a happy, loving wife who’s ready to have a family,” Intaba huffed, plowing into the drone with increasing speed.

It would have been impossible for the stud to know about Thorax’s fantasies, yet the stallion had somehow, be it from luck or intuition, done just that. His thoughts ran absolutely wild, picturing himself gravid and lactating for an impending colt or filly. It may have been strange, bordering on the absurd, but he’d found himself daydreaming about becoming a mother for several weeks - a fact that his body had subconsciously responded to.

Though shapeshifting was almost entirely a conscious process, he’d gone through several subtle changes since Intaba had moved in. His chest, once flat as a board, sported a pair of modest bosoms, while his hips, tush, and thighs had filled out considerably. By the time he’d noticed how much he’d changed, he could have passed for a different changeling entirely - not like that was a bad thing. If his stallion was happy with the way he looked, which he very much was, he was more than content to stay the way he was.

Lightly twisting and pulling his nipples, spurred on by the idea of being knocked up, he swallowed hard. “H…harder, Daddy…”

Flashing a wolfish grin at the request, the zebra slowed. “My little Princess wants to be bred?”

Pursing his lips, Thorax averted his gaze. It was one thing to privately dwell on something fetishishtic, yet he wasn’t nearly bold enough to express his more taboo cravings. As his mate’s motions stopped dead, leaving him motionless, he clamped his eyes shut. If there was one shortcoming of Intaba’s, it was that the titan expected answers for his questions - no matter how asinine or trite.

“Yes, Daddy,” he reluctantly replied, stroking the colossus’ bicep.

“Good,” Intaba growled, instantly falling back into his steady rhythm, “because I won’t stop until you’re carrying my foal.”

With that assertion, he shot forward and delicately bit down on the drone’s nipple. The sliver of pain, combined with the unimaginable bliss of being used and the vehemence of the zebra’s words, nearly did him in. Wrapping his arms around the giant’s neck, doing what he could to add something to the moment, he feverishly milked the stud’s length.

The revelation that Intaba’s desires ran parallel with his own triggered something deep within him, heightening his rapture and sending hormones surging through his system. Mewling with every thrust, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. One of the first things he’d learned about the stud, aside from how charming and attractive he was, was that Intaba had a way of getting what he wanted - even if what he wanted seemed impossible.

A sensation of wetness moving down his chest, paired with an approving snort from the zebra, drew his eyes downward. He’d seen and experienced all manner of things in his life, from the liberation of the hives to saving the world with his friends, yet nothing could have prepared him for what he saw; as unimaginable as it was, a weak stream of milk flowed from his freed teat. He hadn’t tried to start lactating, yet his body had done what it was supposed to do - make their dream a reality.

“Yes,” he brayed, clutching his mate’s head to his bosom, “make me a mommy! I want to have your foals!”

Intaba was more than gracious, flying into a frenzy and rutting him like a machine. Overwhelmed on a physical, emotional, and spiritual level, he came in the blink of an eye, his impotent jizz dribbling onto the gargantuan length pistoning into him. It was a heavenly and cathartic climax, though it was only a portent of what was to come. Unable to think, only barely able to move, his sense of time grew tenuous.

He may have been getting fucked for fewer than seconds or longer than years - in truth, he couldn’t say - but the end result was the same. The sensation of Intaba’s wildly pulsing length, the feeling of the stallion flaring deep within him, and the labored grunts and frantic movements told him everything he needed to know. Even if he and his lover could only pretend to start a family, that fantasy would serve as a welcome element to their lives for the rest of their days.

Intaba slammed Thorax downward, hilting himself completely, as his head shot forward. There was no primal howl, no victorious roar to the heavens - he simply locked hips with his little mate and came in relative silence. A tsunami of scalding, virile seed flowed through his throbbing shaft and into the quivering, groaning drone, while they climaxed one right after the other.

Despite having just endured an astonishing orgasm, the influx of jizz pumping into Thorax was too much to bear. Flashes of himself as Intaba’s broodmare, heavy with foal and overjoyed to expand his hive, wrought exhilarated havoc on his mind. What little cum he had left, if the thin, impotent substance could even be called such, flowed from his cage to mingle with the thick essence seeping from his trembling backdoor.

He didn’t have to look to know his gut was distending, bloated with the impossibly rich foal-batter of his stud, as he rode out his second climax. Ecstasy was a word, something mortals used to describe a sensation, yet it paled in comparison to the feeling coursing through him. With his limbs growing slack, struggling to remain conscious, the stallion pulled away and held him.

“Promise me you’ll stay by my side forever…” Intaba’s voice was so faint that he may not have said it at all.

“I will,” Thorax breathed, “as long as you’ll have me…”

He couldn’t speak for others, but inviting the Zebricans to his homeland had been the best decision he’d ever made. With the potent high of his climax subsiding, gradually replaced by a euphoric warmth, he thought of his fellow changelings. Growing numbers of his fellow shapeshifters had taken striped lovers of their own, but there was one in particular he often found himself wondering about…