Zebra Anthology

“I’ll be fine,” Flurry insisted as she wriggled from her father’s grasp and stepped away.

Smiling at his daughter, Shining nodded. “Just send us a scroll from time to time ~ alright?”

“O…or you could come back to visit on the weekends!” Cadance added from her husband’s side.

Flurry rolled her eyes and adjusted the straps of her backpack. “Seriously, it’s only a few months - anyways, I’ll see you soon!”

Waving goodbye, she shunted magic into her horn, held her breath, and teleported. The transition was instantaneous. One second, she’d been in the great hall of the Crystal Empire’s castle - the next, she was standing in an arid grassland seemingly in the middle of nowhere. As she turned and inspected her surroundings, ensuring that she hadn’t been followed, a knowing smirk split her muzzle.

“Studying abroad - Pffft,” she laughed.

She told her parents that she would be spending some time in Zebrica to study native cultures and learn traditional potion-making, although that was a half-truth. Thrusting a hand into her pocket and retrieving an innocuous band of metal, she snickered to herself. Now that she was away from prying eyes, it was time for her to make her dreams a reality.

A single Zebrican stallion was enough to satisfy anypony - as a matter of fact, more often than not, a zebra stud could usually satisfy two or even three ponies! She’d heard stories and read about mares who had their worldview turned on its head after a single night with the striped equines - for fuck’s sake, her own mom was not-so-stealthily screwing one of the big bastards every day! If her parents were any indication, and she had no reason to assume they weren’t, she’d become the newest member of her family to indulge in exotic delights.

Slipping the ring over her horn, she closed her eyes and attempted to utilize her magic. She’d experimented with the enchanted piece of jewelry before, yet the sensation it afforded, of blocking her access to any and all arcane forces, was still quite novel; it was similar to having a limb fall asleep - she could still feel it, it was still a part of her, but using it was out of the question. Denying herself the use of sorcery would have been a hindrance, had it not been for one small detail - as long as she was wearing the ring, it would be very, very difficult for anypony to locate her.

Shielding her eyes with one hand, she squinted into the distance and spotted a number of huts. So far, everything was going to plan. She’d duped her parents, arrived in Zebrica safely, and she had several months of unsupervised fun ahead of herself. Unslinging her backpack and setting it down beside herself, she began stripping out of her clothes.

While she removed one garment after another, neatly folding and stuffing each into her bag, her thoughts ran wild. It was the worst kept secret in the castle that her mom and dad had both taken zebra lovers - as if that wasn’t scandalous enough, she’d been hit on multiple times by striped studs since she’d graduated from being jail-bait. She could have - would have thrown herself at any number of the adonic stallions, yearning to be ravaged like the mares she’d seen in all the porn she routinely consumed, yet her regal status made that an impossibility.

Squatting down and rummaging through her effects, she set her jaw. Contrary to popular belief, being an alicorn sucked - yeah, she had a shit-ton of magical power, she could fly, and she lived in the lap of luxury, but she didn’t give a damn about any of that. She didn’t want a Zebrican beefcake to carry her into the sunset, nor did she pine to have a surreptitious lover - those ambitions were for chumps. For her, the only goal was to gather a harem of tall, strong, sexy stallions to serve her every amorous need.

As her fingers touched a small, plastic container, her mind snapped back to the present. “Here we go.”

She genuinely didn’t know if Zebricans, the ones who lived a simpler, more native-style life, had a fondness for striped pony mares, but she couldn’t see how they wouldn’t be into something so erotically taboo. Opening the crock and holding it in one hand, she stared down at the thick, coal-black contents. All her scheming had come to this, she was about to make her grand, whorish debut, and there wasn’t a damn thing on the planet that could stop her.

Working her way up from her ankles, she drew dark bands over every part of her body. All her late nights of getting off to striped porn, of seeing dainty pony mares being mercilessly plowed by hulking zebras, had led to this. With her task complete, she stuffed the paint back into her bag and snatched up a hand mirror to inspect herself.

Fuckin hell - she looked good. The jet black against her pastel coat, paired with her modest tits, slender waist, and ample hips, made her look like a total slut - just as planned. With all her preparations in place, and her marehood positively drenched, she took up her backpack and started walking.

It didn’t take her long to reach the village, and her approach didn’t go unnoticed. Dozens of zebras emerged from their huts or stopped what they were doing to watch her strut nearer and nearer. Would they welcome her with open arms and glorify her like a goddess? Had they even seen a pony before? Regardless of how she would be received, she got increasingly excited with each step she took.

Her eyes shot from one zebra to the next, flying past the mares while appraising the stallions, until they settled on one that stood out amongst the rest. As naked as the day he’d been born, and without a shred of humility, the monstrous stud stood a full head and shoulders above the rest of his tribe. She immediately altered course, hastened her pace, and skipped over to the monumental brute.

“So…” she hummed as she shrugged off her bag and craned her neck to peer up at the giant. “I’m guessing you’re the chief?”

The colossus slowly shook his head while staring down at her. “I…no. What are you?”

Flurry beamed. This was good - this was too fucking good. The titan clearly wasn’t familiar with alicorns, or potentially ponies in general, but that wasn’t important. Drawing her gaze between his pecs, over his rippling abs, and to his groin, she shivered in barely restrained anticipation.

She’d seen more zebra cocks than she could count over the years, although this was the first time she’d ever had the chance to view one in the flesh. Thicker than her wrist and longer than her forearm, the stud’s endowment walked a fine line between intimidating and mesmerizing. Reining herself in through sheer willpower alone, not quite willing to suck him off without getting to know his name, she shied back and extended an arm.

“I’m Flurry,” she chirped, “and I’m an alicorn.”

Eyeing her like a piece of meat, the behemoth grunted. “Dakhm…”

“Dakhm,” she quietly repeated, letting the exotic name roll off her tongue. Noticing his stallionhood twitch ever so slightly, she snickered and cupped her tits in her hands. “Like what you see, Dakhm.”

“You are…” he trailed off as she tweaked her nipples and softly moaned.

She ran a hand down her belly and to her sopping wet loins. “Hot? Wet? Fuckable? Oh I’m all those things, stud,” she purred. Closing the gap between them, she pressed herself against his chest. “If you have your way with me, you - Guh?!”

Scooping her up and into his brawny arms, he turned and marched toward a nearby hut. She could hardly believe it, this was actually happening! Lightly kicking her feet and wriggling in his grasp, she peppered his chest with kisses - unfortunately, her mirth ended when he stopped in his tracks.

He glowered down at her. “No…”

“No?” she parroted in shock. “What the hell do you - Shit!” Falling to the earth and landing with a dull thud, she rubbed her tush and scowled. “The fuck was that for, asshole? Don’t you know how to -”

“Silence,” he barked. “Only a witch or djinn would act as you do.”

As she went to get up, he reached out and kept her from standing. “Listen, I don’t know what -”

“I will conquer you and enslave you for my tribe,” he growled.

Given no time to reply, she was smacked across the face by his immense stallionhood. The blow, something that would have been innocent and funny had he been a pony, was actually jarring. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, taken aback that the ignorant peasant could be so stupid, and hastily straightened up.

“Maybe we got off on the wrong foot,” she sighed. “I’m not a -”

“You will be my thrall,” he interrupted. Stepping to her and grabbing her by the horn, he jammed her face against his crotch. “I am your master now, djinn.”

She’d heard him as clear as day, his unyielding tone and resolute expression made it obvious that he wasn’t yanking her chain, yet she struggled to grasp what was happening. Apparently he thought she was a djinn, whatever the fuck that was, and he was going to make her submit to his cock? There had been, were, and would be plenty of instances in life where she’d stop and question things - be that as it may, she wasn’t going to start quizzing him on his idiotic beliefs and misconceptions.

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade - if life throws a big, well-hung, stud who wants to make you some mythical sex-pet at you, you roll with the punches. Grinning from ear to ear, she shuffled back and bowed her head. Fuck it - if doing a bit of spontaneous role-play with the guy meant he’d turn her out and screw her raw, she was game.

“My most sincere apologies,” she whispered. “I’ll do anything you ask, lord Dakhm.”

Leering at her, he released her horn and expectantly placed his hands on his hips. “Your lies aren’t fooling anypony, djinn. If you mean what you say, prove it by pleasing me.”

She lifted a finger to tell him she wasn’t lying, although an alluring aroma wafting to her nostrils caused her to falter. The smell, whatever it was, resonated with her very soul, the deepest parts of her id, and it was so strong that she could focus on nothing else. As she turned her head and followed the scent, it dawned on her.

Holy fucking shit - it was him, she was smelling him! She’d been around plenty of stallions before, both in the castle and throughout her classes at the School of Friendship, but not one of them had a bouquet anything close to what Dakhm had! With shaking hands, she reverently hefted the enormous stallionhood ominously throbbing to life.

With a twist of his hips, he smacked his dick against her muzzle. “Will you force me to -”

“N…no,” she stammered while fleetingly glancing up at his face. “No, I got this…”

For as long as she’d fantasized about it, kneeling before a god-like stallion, she was not ready for this. There were vague, fragmented ideas that swirled around in her head, yet there was nothing cohesive she could draw from! If she was to leave Zebrica as a failure, she’d have to trust her instincts and lean on what limited experience she had.

While she wasn’t a virgin, doing anything even remotely lewd with a stallion of Dakhm’s caliber - to make matters all the more one-sided, her largest dildo looked like a fucking toothpick next to the pendulous length inches from her face. Cradling his balls and lifting his shaft, she gave his cock-head an introductory kiss.

The heady musk filling her lungs was intoxicating, but the flavor of his unwashed flesh on her lips was enough to cloud her mind completely. Her primal desires surpassed her higher functions, compelling her to surrender to his masculine might, and she didn’t even try to fight them. As she tongued the tip of his length while gently stroking him off, coaxing pre-cum from his shaft and into her maw, her marehood dribbled arousal down her inner thighs.

“Good,” he breathed.

With that one word, the smallest complement, she quaked with joy. Up until just a few seconds ago, she hadn’t known he existed - still, his authority over her was unquestionable. He was a majestic, powerful stallion, and she was a fertile mare in her prime - it was nature at its finest. Her place was beneath him, to please him and bear him an heir, and they both fully understood that simple truth at a fundamental level.

Staring down his imposing length, Flurry gulped. There was no way in hell she’d be able to suck on the first couple inches of his cock - even then, her oral skills were sorely lacking. Altering course, she ran her cheek down the side of his shaft then lowered her head. As she tongued his plump, ripe nuts, the ache in her loins grew more intense.

Dakhm’s cum-tanks were each bigger than one of her fists, resembling a pair of small, fuzzy melons, and merely fondling them make her giddy. She’d bet her money that anypony, be they a pony or otherwise, who he dumped a fat load of foal-batter into would most certainly get knocked up. While she lapped the sweat from his balls, she softly cooed and groaned in hedonistic rapture.

Things may have gone off course just a touch, winding up with her kneeling before a zebra, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Once other villagers witnessed her resplendence, and saw that she was willing to fraternize with commoners, she’d be lavished with praise and touted as the divine creature that she was - until then, there was no harm in showing her appreciation for the colossal brute. Shoving her snout between his stallionhood and coin purse, she blinked when he shied away from her.

“What are you doing?” he snarled.

Staring dumbfounded up at him, she shrugged. “Duh, it’s called foreplay. Do you guys seriously not -”

“Silence!” he shouted. “I told you to please me ~ did I not?”

“Right,” she grumbled.

She closed her eyes and extended her tongue while she leaned forward. The last thing she wanted to do was tick him off, particularly because most of the village had shown up to view the spectacle she was making of herself, although blowing him wasn’t going to be easy. Carefully working him into her muzzle, she winced and promptly withdrew when she felt her jaw pop.

How the fuck could anypony be expected to suck this guy off? His dick was bigger around than some clubs she’s seen in the castle’s armory, and she was in no hurry to find out what he’d do if he felt her teeth against his tool. Stuck at an impasse, she timidly smiled and fidgeted in place.

Dakhm sneered. “Pathetic beast. Since you either can’t or won’t do as you’re told, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands. Present yourself.”

Though a pang of apprehension shot through her, she didn’t hesitate to turn away, get on all fours, and put a sway in her back. After all the things she’d done, spending weeks crafting a believable story to explain her prolonged absence, demeaning herself before a group of savages wasn’t going to stop her. While Dakhm approached her from behind and sank to one knee, her indecision warred with her raging libido.

“Since you’re no better than an animal,” Dakhm muttered while grabbing her hips and pulling her to himself, “I’ll take you as one.”

As the pressure on her entrance mounted, Flurry knew she had to make a decision. She could fly away, return to the Crystal Empire, and pretend like this hadn’t happened, or she could let herself be ruined by the primitive stud in front of his entire tribe. In the end, after no more than a heartbeat, her impulses made the decision for her.

She braced her knees, pushed with her arms, and heaved her weight back with every ounce of her might. In an all but literal flash, her pupils shrank to pinpricks, her entire body tensed, and her jaw fell open in a noiseless scream. She thought she knew what true happiness was, the euphoric bliss of a powerful climax, yet she’d never been more wrong.

Ecstasy like she’d never known, so potent that it blinded out the entirety of her existence, consumed her. To call what she endured a climax would be a disservice, so great was the raw pleasure that washed over her. The experience was transformative, a baptism in everything but name, and her elated howl was a testament to the grandeur of the moment.

Gradually stuffing his cock into her upturned ass, Dakhm laughed. “See how pitiful she is! The demon mewls out like a needy sow!”

Sow - for whatever reason, the humiliating title did anything but sully Flurry’s mood - if anything, it served as an anchor to what she really was. Irrespective of if they were of royal blood or not, a mare’s biological purpose was to have children, irrespective of if they were of royal blood or not. The entire reason she’d traveled to Zebrica was to cut loose and get laid with as many studs as she could, yet a new, altogether more meaningful urge steadily waxed in power.

“T…take me,” she croaked. “I’ll be your s…sow, your broodmare, I p…promise.”

“You won’t be my sow,” Dakhm tutted. Swinging his arms wide, he gestured at the gathering throng. “You’ll be the village’s sow, a plaything for any stallion wanting relief, and your bastard foals will make our tribe strong!”

She could sense his intention through his rigid length, his virility resonating through his stallionhood, and she involuntarily responded. The unseeded egg in her womb was joined by a second, then a third and a fourth, while she produced one ovum after another. Alicorns were a great many things, nigh-immortal and fierce wielders of magic, and their maternal potential was unrivaled.

Stopping just shy of hilting her, Dakhm began lazily rutting her in earnest. “Beg for it, show me - us how deeply you -”

“Please!” she wailed, having rebounded from one orgasm to teeter on the cusp of another. “Ruin me! Fuck as many foals - Aaaaaaaaaaahn!”

Her plea morphed into a shrill wail as she came again. Falling forward and onto her tits, she heaved air and dust into her lungs. They couldn’t have been at it for more than a few minutes - fuckin’ hell, he’d only delivered a handful of thrusts, but she’d been reduced to a whimpering, squirting mess. The irony was palpable - she’d been undone by her pride, and she was loving every second of it.

“Hey,” a sonorous voice intoned.

Peeking up with a single eye, Flurry discovered a second stallion looming over her. He wasn’t as tall or muscular as Dakhm, yet the view of his dangling stallionhood and cum-laden balls filled her with determination. She steeled her resolve and pushed herself up, hellbent on warming up her second suitor.

Propping herself up on one arm was a herculean endeavor, attempting to keep herself steady took an inordinate amount of effort, and weakly dragging her tongue over the unnamed stud’s dick was virtually impossible, but she wouldn’t let herself. From what she’d seen, there were at least a dozen stallions in the village, and potentially others who were waiting in the wings, so she had her work cut out for her. Throwing herself forward and back, she eagerly sucked one massive cock while getting rail by a second, even more gargantuan stallionhood.

Had anypony from the Crystal Empire seen her in such a state, she’d be dead - probably worse than dead. For a mare to so recklessly fling herself to the lecherous wolves, offering herself on a silver platter, would be crazy, and it was even more absurd for her. She was destined to rule an empire, to take her mother’s crown when the day came, yet she’d caved to her lust.

Her third orgasm was catastrophic, sending her falling back to the dirt as Dakhm hastened his pace. The rhythmic Whud Whud Whud of his hips impacting her ass and balls crashing against her clit formed a drumbeat that was punctuated by his heavy breaths and throaty growls. Twisting to one side and trying to get back up, she gasped when she looked back at herself.

The unmistakable imprint of Dakhm’s stallionhood pistoned within her abdomen, reforging her interior and despoiling her in a way that she couldn’t fully comprehend. She was aware that alicorns were remarkably durable, capable of withstanding an inordinate amount of physical or arcane harm, yet to bear witness to her own undoing, watching herself being ruined for anypony who wasn’t as hung as the savage fucking her, was her undoing.

Something within her mind shattered to pieces. None of this should have been happening, everything had gone wrong, and accepting that gave way to untold bliss. One orgasm led into another and another, creating an ouroboros of mind-numbing ecstasy. All her concerns slipped away, dissolving and disappearing beneath a tide of profound gratification.

Her taut, rosy depths were drawn out with each of Dakhm backstrokes, exposing her interior to the balmy, open air, before he forced himself back into her. There was no going back after this, and he was making sure of it. He was remaking her from the inside out, stripping away the naive little mare who’d sought an amorous adventure to reveal some lecherous thing that lived for its base desires.

Regular stallions of any variety just couldn’t compete. Zebras were stronger, bigger, and an order of magnitude more equipped than their pony counterparts, it was basic biology. Superior males succeeded and carried on their lineage, while those weak or found wanting were bred out of existence.

Lost in a nirvana of her own making, she was given incoherent glimpses of the waking world. Several stallions stood around jacking off to her, and a few mares were getting off as well, although none of them seemed to finish. Absently musing on why she wasn’t showered with cum, it came to her.

They were waiting - each of them was waiting for their turn with her. The tribe had proclaimed her as some sort of threat, an evil spirit or demon, and they were going to help Dakhm make good on his promise. By the time they were done, she’d be a broken husk of a mare that lived to satiate their most depraved cravings.

Envisioning herself as some shackled thing, a living toy for the village, chipped away at who and what she was. The to-be Princess of the Crystal Empire was or would soon be gone - in her place, a needy breeder would be hidden away in the far-flung reaches of Zebrica. While some small piece of her implored her to flee, to retreat back to the safety and security of her home, it was too late.

Feeling the flaring tip of Dakhm’s length battering her cervix, she looked back with a demented glint in her eye. “Breed me!!!”

Her appeal was well-timed or struck a chord - regardless, Dakhm tightly gripped her hips, buried his length, and gave a triumphant roar. Rivers of cum coursed through his stallionhood and flowed into her, delivering pint after seething pint of essence right where it belonged. Without any protection whatsoever, sorcerous or conventional, she knew she was done for.

Dakhm didn’t allow her to relish it, wrenching his cock from her spasming marehood to add spatters of white to the black paint on her back. “You’re ours…”

As he stood and strode away, a second stallion took his place, effortlessly plunged into her gaped, cum-slickened cunt, and began pounding away. Save for the gentle rocking caused by his thrusts, she didn’t move. As she listened to the stud growling, the crowd’s excited whispers, and the moans driven out of her, a crazed smirk split her snout.

Mom had Zafi, Dad was always running around with the amazoness Irọyin, and she had an entire village all to herself. She’d start her own kingdom, one of beautiful, striped half-breeds, and she would live out her nearly endless years being knocked up over and over and over again. Summoning a strength she didn’t know she had, with her belly hanging heavy with seed beneath her, she pushed back to meet her lover.

Paternity roulette - she’d heard the phrase spoken in hushed whispers, typically amongst those with a penchant for risky sex, and it was a game she’d be playing for a long, long time. Maybe she’d eventually end up being screwed by her own children, or perhaps the tribe would be gracious enough to lend out her services to neighboring communities - ultimately, it mattered little. She’d forsaken her birthright in exchange of being property, the eternal mother of native, uncultured barbarians, and she’d found her place in the world…