Zebra Anthology

With the sun setting at her back, Granny Smith tottered across her porch, leaned against her front door, and wiped sweat from her brow. She was happy for Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Big Mac, although her life had gotten much more difficult since they’d taken lovers and started families of their own - on top of that, she wasn’t as young as she used to be. As she saw herself in and closed the door, a wistful smile graced her snout.

She’d heard all sorts of stuff about all the Zebricans that had come to Equestria, both good and bad, but they didn’t bother her one bit - heck, she thought most of ‘em were decent folks. There were plenty of the striped ponies, or whatever the heck they were supposed to be called, who were happy to work the orchard and keep the family farm functioning, she had a number of great grand kids on the way, and she hadn’t met a single one who hadn’t treated her with respect. All in all, she was pleased as punch with the influx of big, strong newcomers to the area - that said, she’d be lying if she wasn’t a little jealous.

Turning and looking at a mirror within the entryway, she grimaced. The young, nubile mare she’d once been was a thing of the past, gone for longer than she cared to admit, but that wasn’t the worst part - the worst part was that she was starting to feel her age. Her joints ached, she was constantly tired, and even the simplest tasks felt herculean. Having caught her breath and grown weary from looking at her wrinkled face, she knit her brow and turned her eyes down to her purse.

Her trip to town had taken the better part of the day, and it had left her exhausted, although it was worth the effort - well, she sure as heck hoped it had been worth the effort and considerable amount of bits she’d spent. As she reached into her handbag and touched a set of glass vials, a strange mixture of emotions swept over her. Unicorn magic was powerful stuff, as was Zebrican alchemy, and together they might - might be the key to improving her life.

Lifting one of the bottles she’d purchased up to her face, she squinted and tried to read the label. Flim and Flam had insisted she buy their deluxe package, a menagerie of different potions that would, as they said, fix her right up, although she was dubious of their claims. As far as she was concerned, feminized forms and silvery tongues notwithstanding, the pair had always been snake oil salesponies.

“Gosh dang it,” she cursed while turning and looking in the direction of the stairs.

Without her glasses, she couldn’t read a darn thing - furthermore, she wasn’t exactly sure what she’d ended up purchasing. She knew she’d been given a set of four bottles, and a fifth thrown in as a bonus, but she hadn’t the foggiest as to which was what. Glancing over at her front door, she frowned.

She never thought it would come to this, cheating mother nature and attempting to turn back the clock. Getting old was a natural part of life, and she didn’t mind it that much, although a lot had changed. In a grand twist of fate, Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Big Mac weren’t the only ones who’d found themselves with zebras who fancied them.

Sweet Celestia - if somepony had told her she’d start courting somepony at her age, she would’ve called ‘em crazy, yet that’s exactly what had ended up happening. It wasn’t two months ago, while she’d been on a trip to town, that she’d bumped into him. Musing on him, she brought the vial to her snout and bit down on the cork stopper.

His name was Babu, and he was the main reason she’d decided to spend so many bits on what was essentially a gamble. Tall, well-built, and a smooth-talker if ever there was one, he had a lot going for him. She’d initially assumed that he was half her age, just another young buck who’d moved to Ponyville, but she was shocked to learn he was nearly as old as she was.

While things had started slow between them, just meeting up for lunch or to chat every few days, their relationship had blossomed with astonishing speed. Simple meals turned into dates, they went to see shows or movies with each other, and they’d even talked about going on sightseeing tours by train - nevertheless, for as happy as they were with one another, there was one thing she couldn’t do with him. Pulling the cork free and spitting it to the floor with her dentures, she snorted in indignation.

Buck it - she was willing to give the elixir a try - actually, if one of ‘em was supposed to help, downing all of them might just do the trick. Was chugging a fistful of potions a bad idea? Yeah, more than likely, but it wasn’t like she had much to lose. Drinking the contents of each vial in rapid succession, she sat the emptied containers beside herself and closed her eyes.

As the seconds passed into minutes and longer still, her mood darkened. She didn’t feel anything, not even a tingle, and the lack of sensation cemented her fears. Fantastic - she’d been swindled, robbed of her bits, and she was going to sic Big Mac on both Flim and Flam for hoodwinking her. Gathering up the bottles and stuffing them back into her purse, she unsteadily got to her feet.

The moment she stood, a wave of intense vertigo hit her like a runaway apple cart. Her knees buckled, her heart pounded in her chest, and the world spun around her as she fell back onto the sofa. If the concoctions she’d just drank weren’t to blame for her sudden and remarkably disquieting state, she was about to kick the bucket - either way, it wasn’t good at all.

She flopped to her side and fought to control her breathing as her mind raced. Calling out for help wouldn’t do much good, since nopony else was at home, and it wasn’t like she could drag herself back to town in her current state. Closing her eyes and saying a mute prayer that she hadn’t just made a fatal mistake, she blacked out.

Knock Knock Knock

Granny bolted upright, startled by the noise. “Be right…”

She fell silent when the unfamiliar voice rang in her ears, yet that was only the start of her confusion. As she looked down at herself, her eyes shot wide. What in the hay was going on? Was she dreaming? How could this be real?! Pushing herself up and walking to the entryway, she gasped when she got a good look at herself.

The mare in the mirror was familiar, but only barely. With a platinum-blonde mane and tail, smooth skin, and fiery amber eyes, she touched her face in disbelief. The potions really had worked - that or this was a weird way to start her afterlife! As she ran her hands down her neck, over her shoulders, and down to a fat pair of perky tits on her chest, a filly-like giggle escaped her.

Dead or not, she wasn’t about to complain about her figure. She looked as good as she ever had in her youth - no, scratch that, even better than she had in her youth! Her tits were absolutely massive, her curves could rival any supermodel or raunchy film star, and her hips - goodness, she had the very definition of foal-bearing hips. Turning and peeking over her shoulder, she swung her tail to the side and inspected her rear.

Oh yeah, there was no doubt about it, she was lookin’ good - darn good! Going to bend over and get a better look at her backside, she smiled all the broader. She might not have been able to fool around with Babu before, mostly because she’d rather not show up at the Ponyville clinic with a broken hip or crick in her back, but now she was more than ready to -

Knock Knock Knock

She turned and glanced back at the door. “Just a second! Ah swear, folks expect an older mare to be -”

“Granny,” a sonorous voice called out, “is that you?”

Oh heck - oh crabapples! Checking the clock hung in the entryway, Granny swallowed hard. The whole reason she’d bought the dang potions was because Babu was supposed to come over to play canasta this afternoon! Rushing to and pressing herself against the door, she looked out the peephole.

Sure enough, Babu was lingering on the porch with a concerned look on his face. Placing a hand on the doorknob, seconds from letting him in, she froze. Inviting him in and giving him a welcoming hug would have been expected, ordinarily speaking, yet her new figure demanded something special. Like it or not, he was about to be in for one heck of a surprise.

Whipping around and hurrying to the stairs, she shouted. “One sec, Babu, lemme just - uh - just wait, consarn it.”

She moved with a purpose, bounding up two stairs at a time, until she reached the second floor. Given all the things she’d done for her grandchildren over the years, she could forgive herself for borrowing something from one of them. Sprinting down the hallway, burst into Applejack’s room and ran to the dresser while stripping out of her clothes.

She hadn’t worn anything sexy in - goodness, decades at least, but it was a special occasion. Pulling open drawers and scanning their contents, she found what she was looking for. All she could do was keep her fingers crossed that Babu had a sound ticker, because she’d feel awful for giving him a heart attack.

Having hastily dressed, she rushed back downstairs and to the entryway. It would have been nice if she’d had time to make herself up properly, but she’d have to make due with what she had. As she stopped by the door and checked herself out in the mirror, a sly grin split her muzzle.

She looked, in a word, absolutely trampy. The black lingerie she’d purloined, consisting of leggings, crotchless panties, a garterbelt, and nippleless bra were exquisitely lewd, far more depraved than anything she’d normally wear, although they magnified her voluptuous figure several times over - shucks, the fact that she was a bit too big for the attire, with her tits spilling out of her top while her ass practically devoured her underwear, only made it better! Quietly unlocking the front door, she stepped back, leaned against the wall, and struck a dramatic pose.

“C’mon in, sweetness,” she purred.

Stepping inside, Babu removed his hat and rested it on a hanger by the door. “Hope you don’t mind that I’m…”

His jaw went slack and hung open when he looked over and saw her. Without skipping a beat, drawing from her newfound zeal and the exuberance that had been hindered by her years, she strutted over and plastered herself to his chest. She’d yearned to be intimate with him, to be touched in a way that only a stallion could provide, and now she was going to get it.

“Cat got your tongue?” she mused as she drew a hand down his chest and to the growing bulge in his pants.

He only reluctantly pushed her away and looked down into her eyes. “Granny?”

“You’re lookin’ at her,” she snickered. “C’mon now, don’t tell me this ain’t an improvement.”

“It…it most certainly is,” he shakily breathed. “What happened to -”

Silencing him by pressing a finger to his lips, she began undoing the buttons on his shirt. “We can talk about it later - for now, Ah think we both wanna give this new body of mine a test drive.”

He lowered his hands and allowed her to undress him. Like a kid on Hearth’s Warming morning, she quickly removed one piece of clothing after another from his impressive frame. It wasn’t until she’d tossed his shirt aside and loosened his pants, saving the best for last, that she stepped back and composed herself.

Nodding down at the swell in his slacks, she licked her chops. “Care to do the honors, big fella?”

“After all the effort you put in to do this,” he chuckled while beaming over at her, “it would be my honor.”

As he languidly pulled his pants downward, inch after god-like inch of his length was revealed. She’d seen some whoppers in her day, including the handful of times when she’d accidentally caught Big Mac and Ẹfin goin’ at, but Babu’s stallionhood was easily one of the largest. Jet black and hanging heavily between his thighs, replete with a pair of big, meaty balls, his package was everything she could have asked for and then some.

Clutching and stroking his length, he coolly stroked himself off. “Think you can handle it?”

“Think?” she laughed. “Ain’t no thinkin’ about it! I’m fixin’ to give you a night you won’t forget!”

“Is that so?” he inquired. Crossing to her and giving her left breast a gentle squeeze, he ground his cock against her midsection. “Not worried about that hip?”

She opened her mouth to speak, to tell him that her joints were the last thing she was worried about, yet she stopped herself when she was stricken by an inspiring idea. Her muzzle could do a lot more than just talk, and that’s a lesson he was about to learn. Lowering herself into a deep, splay-legged squat, she moved her snout to his groin.

His natural scent was alluring, even when he was wearing clothes, although the musk that rolled off his bare loins sent a thrilled bolt up her spine. From the aroma alone, the earthy, masculine bouquet filling her sinuses, she could sense her marehood start to drool. There was only one way she could find out if her metamorphosis was anything more than skin deep, and that would require a bit of intimate exploration.

Leaning back and hefting his tremendous endowment with one hand, she opened her maw and laughed. Mere hours before, she would have given Babu a no-denture adventure - now with a full set of pearly whites, she’d have to be a little more mindful about sucking him off. As she wrapped her lips around the girthy tip of his length, a warmth blossomed within her abdomen.

It took her a second to recognize the growing sensation within her, but the realization of what was happening, what her body was doing, fanned the flames of her passion like few things ever had. She was going into heat, her long-dormant foal-factory roaring back to life, and she couldn’t have been happier to indulge her marish wants. Reaching down to shamelessly knead her aching marehood, she bobbed her head and gradually took Babu’s shaft into her gullet.

He smiled and lovingly stroked the top of her head. “You could have done this before now.”

Pulling back and freeing her mouth, she shook his dick and scrunched her snout up at him. “Don’t you give me that sass! Who’d want a hummer from some old, dusty - Hlk?!”

“I didn’t say stop,” he rumbled as he bucked his hips and pulled her head forward.

Her throat yielded and bulged outward as his length plunged into her face. Old skills, ones she hadn’t thought she’d ever need again, kicked into overdrive in an instant. Though she might have the body of some buxom, slutty frat girl who’d had too much to drink, she had the carnal prowess that could probably put the Princesses themselves to shame. Grabbing his hips and getting his rhythm down, she blinked away a tear while keeping her heavily-lidded eyes on his face.

His pleased smirk was rewarding, though not as exciting as the feeling of his stallionhood pulsing in her gullet. She would have given anything to experience this again, so draining her savings was a small price to pay. As she steadied herself and gagged around him, her mind was overcome with lust.

Well-built, virile, and not scared to put his stallionly needs over her need to breathe, Babu had the vigor of a pony half his age! She’d been keen on him since they’d first crossed paths, finding him both attractive and charming, but this cemented it. If she was half as fertile as she assumed she was, Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Big Mac might be getting themselves a half-aunt before too long.

Burning his length, Babu ground his crotch against her nose. “Having fun?”

With her eyelids fluttering and marehood winking, she choked out a muted reply. Simply getting face-fucked by a stallion like Babu would have been enough to make her cum, yet her instinctual desire were what pushed her past the brink. A climactic spray of nectar erupted from her quivering depths, dampening her borrowed panties and splashing to the floor beneath her.

He relented, if only just, and stared down at her with a mixture of amusement and amazement. “Seriously?”

Shifting one hand to the hefty cum-tanks he called balls, she mopped his shaft clean inched back. It was anypony’s guess as to how long it’d been since he’d gotten any action from a mare like her, having the looks of a porn star with a lifetime’s worth of amorous skills, but she wasn’t going to risk getting a load of his foal-batter in her stomach - not when she had somewhere better for it. As she rose to her feet and stood before him, marveling at how he’d make an incredible mate, her self-restraint shattered.

“Alright,” she grunted, “Ah’m done foolin’ around.”

Stroking her cheek, he sighed. “Well what would - Ack!”

“Ah said I’m done and Ah mean it,” she huffed as she slung him onto her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

There was a time and a place for being subtle or romantic - this wasn’t one of them. Carrying him through the entryway and into the living room, she flung him onto the sofa. Ready or not, he was going to have his world rocked by the hottest piece of geriatric ass on the planet.

Righting himself, he shook his head. “Could have warned me…”

“Oh applesauce,” she groused. Strutting over and mounting him, swinging one leg to either side of his hips, she smoothly brought her entrance to the tip of his pillar-like shaft. “Just try to keep up…”

Kissing her marehood to his cock-head, she threw her weight down. For anypony, even a seasoned mare, to wantonly impale herself on a tremendous stallionhood would be rash at best and suicidal at worst, and her hubris bit her squarely on the ass. No sooner did he fill her completely, stretching her open while crushing her womb, than she was wracked with unimaginable bliss.

He quirked a brow and hummed as she quaked atop him. “What was that about keeping up?”

“Y…you shut it,” she wheezed defiantly.

Taking a deep breath and collecting herself, she placed her hands on his shoulders and started to move. He was far from some inexperienced pup, but she was going to put him in his place if it was the last thing she did. As she lifted her waist and clenched around him, milking his dick from girthy base to bloated tip, his hands wandered to her chest.

Tearing her bra and letting her breasts spring into the open, he drifted forward. “As you’d like…”

He did as she’d asked, not saying another word, although the way he did it was equal parts torturous and exhilarating. Thrashing atop him, she screamed in ecstasy while he nursed on one tit and twisted the nipple of the other. Having her bosoms, a weak point she’d always had, would have been bad enough in and of itself, but that was only the tip of the iceberg.

Planting his feet, he thrust up into her and sent her lurching forward. Rapture overtook her, almost driving her to the cusp of insanity, yet she fought back with everything she had. She was going to prove her worth, she wouldn’t let her first tryst in ages end with her being plowed into a coma, and she’d be darned if she was going to get the upper hand.

“T…that all you got?” she growled.

Bringing her snout to his neck, she kissed and licked her way up to his ear as she bounced on his cock. Riding a stallion was a lot like riding a bike - granted, it was slightly more difficult and leagues more enjoyable, but the skill never left you after you’d mastered it. With their bodies entwined, pawing and groping one another while they fucked like two horny teenagers, their eyes met.

Heavens to Betsy - she couldn’t imagine how audacious the scene must have looked. While she and Babu were nearly the same age, she could have probably passed as his daughter or maybe even granddaughter! Hilding him and triumphantly wiggling her hips, she beamed as he reclined and clutched her ass in his hands.

“You - Buck…” he groaned as her vice-like depths constricted. “You know this’ll be different if I - Nnnnph - find out how you did this…”

“Ain’t no if about it,” she gleefully countered. While she took the reins and pounding herself on him like it was the last thing either of them would ever do, her ambition soared. “Once you have your fill, Ah reckon Ah’ll walk you to town and get you the same treatment.”

With nothing more to say, and the promise of renewing Babu’s youth on the table, the two put all their effort into the task at hand - seeing who could outlast the other. Though Granny was well aware how things would be after her striped coltfriend got his hands on a few potions from Flim and Flam, she wasn’t upset with the notion of being overpowered - on the contrary, she was elated. The last time a stallion had manhandled her was - honestly, she’d never been properly manhandled by anypony, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t fantasized about being tossed around and rutted silly!

For his age, he was almost able to keep up with her - almost. She periodically altered her pace and technique, giving him a small handicap while also letting him appreciate her body. With as good as he was, giving as good as he got, she couldn’t wait until he was as energetic and hormonal as she was!

Steadily overwhelming him, she fought through a third and fourth orgasm while using him like a beefy, handsome sex-toy. Though she was only dimly aware of it, too preoccupied with the sensual task at hand to pay it any mind, her ovaries kicked into high-gear. With a particularly forceful downward plunge, crushing him into the couch, she forced his throbbing stallionhood past her cervix and into her deepest depths.

The sensation of being penetrated so deeply was beyond incredible. Even her late husband hadn’t been able to make full use of her, his cock only barely tapping against her womb when he was fully sheathed in her, yet Babu had dick to spare. While he trembled and panted under her, she breathed hotly on his ear.

“Cum…” she whispered.

As the word passed her full, pouting lips, he shot forward and bit her collar. The tinge of pain mingled with her unfathomable pleasure, giving her one final climax as he flooded her with his essence. Each pulse of his length sent gouts of spunk surging into her, marking her as his mare and claiming her body for him and him alone. Having wild flings with different stallions may have been alright with younger generations, but he was the only stallion she’d ever need.

Falling still, she glanced over at the clock out of curiosity. She’d figured they’d been going at for a while, but she was alarmed to see just how long the single bout had lasted. Over an hour - they’d been fucking for over an hour, and she wouldn’t have been bothered in the slightest if they’d kept going!

Pulling away just enough to give him a kiss on the lips, she tittered softly. “Not too bad for an older mare ~ eh?”

He laughed as he wrapped his arms around her. “Not bad at all. By the way, when we do go into town, it might not be a bad idea to pick up some birth control.”

“Pfffft - Ah ain’t never touched the stuff, and Ah ain’t startin’ now!” she harrumphed. “If’n you put a foal in me, Ah wouldn’t fuss about it - ‘sides, it ain’t like there’s such a thing as havin’ too many Apples around the farm!”

Locked in an embrace, they stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before passionately making out. It was true, there were never enough Apples in Equestria, and the world was going to get a lot more. As she groaned into his muzzle and rubbed his back, her memory soared back to how incredible it was to raise a family…