Zebra Anthology

Spoiled flicked a lock of mane away from her face as she lifted her head and peered at the bathroom mirror. The black of her attire, a matching set of panties, garter belt, leggings, and bra, clashed wondrously with the magenta of her mane and pink coat, although they were just gilding the lily. Motherhood and age had come with a number of benefits, two of the largest being the massive tits weighing heavily upon her chest.

It was ironic - when she’d been younger, nubile and svelte, she’d feared getting older more than anything else, yet she’d only become more attractive as the years had passed. She could and often would turn the heads of ponies half her age, even going so far as to wear skirts that were a bit too short for her, and the gratification of flaunting herself was one of the few joys left to her. Since Diamond was grown and out of the house, having spontaneously moved out with some coltfriend, she was finally free to do what she wanted - well, almost free to do what she wanted.

The love between her and Filthy was a bad joke - one that had grown painfully stale. She’d gotten married to avoid a scandal, finding out she was carrying his foal, and to substantially bolster her finances. While she did come from wealth, her family being as or more affluent to the Rich’s fortunes, there was no such thing as having too many bits in her bank account.

As she plucked a tube of lipstick from beside the sink, her eyes strayed to her phone when it started to chime. It didn’t matter how many calls or texts she got, she was not going to let anything interrupt her special night. Now that she was unburdened from all the bullshit in her life, able to pursue whatever flights of fancy she chose, the last thing she was going to deal with was distractions.

With her makeup completed, she straightened and inspected herself. Aside from the crows feet and the bit of pudge hanging over her garter belt, a detail that a surprising number of stallions found fetching, she was ready for her big night. She’d imagined this moment for years, letting herself go like some young, dumb, horny teenager, and now it was time to make those dreams a reality.

She glanced over to her purse, shook her head, and began to chuckle. She’d brought a bottle of lube as a precaution, on the off chance that she may need it, although she shouldn’t have bothered. From the moment she stepped into her room and stripped out of her dress, she’d been positively drenched.

That was the best part about all this - the anticipation. There was an incredible thrill to live out a fantasy, and it took an incredible amount of self control to maintain her composure. Turning away from the mirror, she looked over her shoulder, slapped her generous, doughy ass, and smugly grinned at herself. With all her preparations in place, the only thing left to do was keep her fingers crossed that everything went according to plan.

With her rock-hard nipples grinding against her bra, marehood soaking her panties, and heart thundering in her chest, she turned and strutted out. The stink of cigarettes and mildew clashed with the perfume she wore, although the dinginess of the suite added a certain je ne sais quoi. Given what she was about to do, her seedy surroundings were quite fitting.

“Hot damn,” a low, gravely voice intoned as the bed creaked. “Really swinging for the fences ~ eh?”

Spoiled turned her heavily-lidded gaze to the side. Rising to his full height, having just gotten up from the mattress, Kion looked her up and down while smirking. He was young enough to be her son, and he was absolutely perfect. His arrogant and shameless demeanor was complemented exquisitely by his rugged aesthetic, muscular build, and immense size.

Cocking her hip, she shifted to face him. “It’s a special occasion ~ is it not?”

“Special?” he quipped. “I guess it depends on what you mean by special.”

He crossed to her, clutched her tit, and snickered. The way he touched her was boorish, hardly the sort of thing a mare her age should tolerate, but it was exactly what she craved. At their core, stallions were supposed to take what they wanted, vying for dominance with one another while seeking to satiate their primal needs, and Kion did not disappoint on that front.

Her eyes trailed down his bare chest, past his sculpted abs, and to the profound swell in his pants. She was already worked up, the expectation alone causing her marehood to wink excitedly, so seeing the imprint of his massive stallionhood was almost enough to make her fall to her knees - almost. Were she not as seasoned as she was, having decades of sexual experience under her belt, she may have fallen to her knees to suck him off right then and there, although she managed to restrain herself.

Slipping his hand into her bra, he brazenly groped her breast. “I can’t get enough of these fat cow tits of yours.”

She smirked as she reached over and ran her hand over his denim-covered length. “Somepony has a mommy kink…”

Barking out a laugh, he shook his head. “If’n you mean I’m gonna pump a foal into your whore-ass, yeah, I reckon I do.”

“If you haven’t already,” she mused.

Locking eyes with him, she smiled and deftly unbuttoned his pants. This wasn’t the first such exchange between them, and it most definitely wouldn’t be the last, yet such instances were always electrifying. The wrongness of it, from the adulterous element to submitting to somepony who was beneath her in virtually every way, was a sinful indulgence that was addictive.

Withdrawing his hand, he hooked a finger beneath her chin. “You’re a bad bitch.”

She flashed her teeth as her hand drifted into his boxers and gave his cock a squeeze. “No,” she breathed, “I’m your bad bitch.”

“Damn right you are,” he growled.

Shooting forward, he locked lips with her and drove his tongue into her muzzle. The kiss was bestial, more of a show of force than one of affection. She closed her eyes and softly moaned, making no attempt to escape. He’d claimed her, rekindled something within her that she thought had died ages ago, and there was nothing she wouldn’t do for him.

He pulled away, leaving strands of saliva connecting their lips, and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Get to work, bitch. I know you’ve been wanting this.”

Kissing her way downward, she left a trail of lipstick marks between his pecs and abdomen. As she came into an obscene squat and pulled down his jeans, a bead of nectar dripped from her sodden loins to the dirty carpet beneath her. She could tell from the smell alone that he hadn’t showered that day, and the wild, untamed scent was just what she’d been hoping for.

A more demure, refined mare may have been frightened of him, considering he was practically feral, but not her - not any longer. Their first tryst, spurred purely by happenstance, had been a life-altering experience. The tumultuous cocktail of fear and exhilaration upon meeting him and seeing his endowment had been crushed beneath the devastating, mind-numbing bliss of serving him.

Lifting his shaft in both hands, leaving his pants and underwear around his ankles, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue. There was a reason so many ponies had grown quite fond of their striped cousins from Zebrica, and her only regret in seeing if the rumors were true was that she hadn’t done so sooner. As she turned her eyes upward and to his face, she wrapped her lips around his blunt, nearly fist-sized crown.

Everything about him was savage. The conceited smile he bore, the matted dreadlocks flowing over his roguishly handsome face, the bestial aroma of his unwashed loins, the taste of sweat on his velvety skin - they demanded her fealty, and she was eager to give it. Filling her lungs with his heavenly musk, she rammed her head forward and forced him into her throat.

He growled without looking away from her. “Atta girl, don’t be afraid to - Hah!”

Knowing what he’d been about to say, she pulled at her top and let her bust spill into the open. She’d always been rather chesty, although having and breastfeeding Diamond had given her an even larger rack - granted, her mountainous breasts had suffered a bit from age and gravity, but that Kion was immeasurably fond of them. Bobbing her head and swabbing her gullet, she hefted and fondled one bosom.

Aside from feeling good, her breasts being incredibly sensitive, groping herself served another purpose - a purpose that made itself evident within mere seconds. Kion broadened his stance, weaved his hands through her mane, and gripped the back of her skull. Like most stallions his age, he was none too shy about asserting himself with a receptive, enthusiastic lover.

Stepping in, he hilted himself in her muzzle and ground his crotch against her nose. “Let’s see how long you can last.”

Spoiled would have gulped, had her neck not been bulging from the girthy intrusion. As with all things amorous, Kion wasn’t afraid to test her limits. She’d surrendered her anal virginity to him, letting him fuck her ass until her pucker had become an engorged, second hole for his stallionhood, and he had a magical way of pushing her just to the breaking point. Seeing no reason to do otherwise, she brought a hand to her nethers, pulled her panties aside, and began fingering herself.

Streaks of lipstick smeared along his length, her mascara started to run, and her lungs heaved fruitlessly to draw air while he ruthlessly fucked her face. He’d freely admitted that he routinely treated mares like this, paying perilously little regard to their comfort or well-being, although she wasn’t bothered by it - instead, she found his handling of her enthralling. Practically fisting herself, she was driven forward and back by his ruthless thrusts.

Filthy had never been so merciless with her - even if he had, it wouldn’t have been the same. Kion was a cut above every stallion she’d ever seen, much less slept with, and he’d awoken a part of her she didn’t know she had. Her life of being pampered, living in the lap of luxury with a husband who treated sex with her like a chore, had left her blind to what true pleasure was - fortunately, her eyes had been opened.

He persisted until her eyes wandered to the back of her head. Backing away and dragging his slickened shaft free, he swung his hips to one side then wetly slapped his stallionhood across her face. The blow was like being hit with a meaty baseball bat, setting her off balance and forcing her to catch herself on the bed, but she didn’t fall. He’d rutted her muzzle until she’d passed out in the past, mostly during their initial flings, and she couldn’t afford to suffer the ignominy of waking up dazed and confused.

“You sure you’re not fucking around behind my back?” he rumbled.

Taking his dick in both hands, she stroked him off while catching her breath. “N…no, I - Cough - I’m a one stallion kind of mare.”

“Says the old slut who’s cheating on her husband,” he countered. “I swear, you married types are the most desperate.”

As she glided a hand down his length and to his coin purse, her marehood seized. “Sure doesn’t seem to stop you from plowing me.”

“Shit no it doesn’t,” he guffawed. “The fact that your hubby probably can’t touch the sides of that blown-out cunt of yours makes this even better - speaking of which, how’s about you let me see that sloppy hole of yours.”

Pushing herself up, she seated herself on the bed, rolled to her back, and splayed her legs. He was right about one thing - he’d certainly done a number on her marehood. Her marehood had been pretty taut, tightening up from prolonged neglect, although Kion had fixed that. As she spread herself open and unabashedly gave him a look at her cavernous depths, his stallionhood jerked upward.

He was atop her in an instant, his hands pressed to either side of her head, while his face hovered mere inches above her snout. “Want this?”

The heat and weight of his stallionhood bearing against her, reaching from her groin all the way up to her sternum, was electrifying. She was fully aware that she’d be walking funny for the next day or so, and that she’d be leaking his virile spunk for the better part of a week, but she wanted - needed him to ruin her. For all his degrading talk and the ways he demeaned her, she knew the truth of the matter.

“Only as much as you do, stud,” she purred while lifting her hips and rubbing her snatch against the underside of his girthy tool.

He chuckled and laughed as he peered into her eyes. “Nasty bitch.”

“And you love it,” she hissed.

Craning her neck, she glanced at the door and gently bit his lower lip. Their room was unlocked, allowing anypony to walk in on them, but that was by design. Gone were the days of her giving the shit about what anypony thought about her or what she did, and she’d never been happier. Snapping her legs around his waist, she deeply kissed him.

Though she pined to feel him filling her, laying siege to her fruitful womb while she shrieked to the heavens, that wouldn’t be the best idea. She knew herself well enough to realize that there was a threshold of what she could stand, a point at which her inhibitions would crumble and she’d become a ravenous, carnal monster, so she had to pace herself - sadly, there was only so much control she could exert over the situation. Taking a fistful of her mane, Kion slammed her head to the bed and straightened up.

“Gonna royally fuck your shit up for that,” he snarled.

“W…wait,” she gasped, trembling as he shied back and pressed his cock-head to her drooling, gaped entrance, “let me ride you.”

He paused and quirked a brow. “Shit, that’s fine with me.”

Releasing her, he lumbered around to the far side of the mattress and eased himself down. She’d learned rather quickly that telling him to do anything was a recipe for disaster, leading him to do the opposite of what she said more often than not, though she wasn’t without a means of manipulating him. Given that it wasn’t a matter of if she ended up sheathing the titanic bitch-breaker he called a stallionhood, screwing herself on him would give her a bit of control and possibly buy her the time she needed.

“Well?” he groused, having laid back and placed his hands behind his head. “The fuck are you waiting for?”

She rolled to her stomach, got onto her hands and knees, and crawled to him. Stopping the inevitable was impossible, but delaying it - well, she could certainly pull that off. Moving up his body, she swung a leg over his hip and straddled him. It would have been easy to draw things out with virtually anypony, having a number of tactics to tease a stallion, yet Kion would not be denied. Grabbing her by the hips, he repositioned her ground his cock between her ass cheeks.

“So impatient,” she playfully clucked.

He snorted. “Can you blame me? After I’ve fucked a foal into you, you’ll probably -”

Click

Whipping around and looking over her shoulder, she grinned. There’d been a chance that somepony had simply tried the wrong door, or that housekeeping was coming by to do their rounds, although silhouette that entered and abruptly halted left no room for doubt. Lifting a hand and wagging her fingers, she rose onto her knees and turned around.

“Spoiled?” Filthy asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Spoiled beamed as she lifted her waist, kissed her marehood the tip of Kion’s length, and languidly impaled herself. The day wasn’t remarkable because she was stepping outside of her marriage for some relief, nor was it particularly important due to her husband catching her in the act - no, it was special because of the date. With glacial speed, she lowered herself until she’d hilted her striped lover’s gargantuan endowment.

Inching closer to the bed, and leaving the door open behind him, Filthy dropped a bouquet of flowers he’d been holding. “W…what is -”

“Happy anniversary, honey,” she giggled while gyrating atop Kion. “You’ll have to forgive me, you -”

“That’s your husband?!” Kion guffawed. Sitting up and pressing his chest to Spoiled’s back, he stared over at the gobsmacked stallion. “God damn - now I can see why you’re such a cock-hound.”

“It’s - Aaaaaahn!” she mewled, cut off as Kion bucked his hips.

The sensation of being driven upward by Kion’s thrust, coupled with his phenomenal size, was as extraordinary as ever, but it was the look on her husband’s face that filled her with sadistic glee. There was nothing redeeming about Filthy besides the amount of capital at his disposal, and it was high time that he was knocked down a peg or three. Bracing herself and leaning back, she beamed.

Filthy’s legs buckled and he fell to his knees, but he was unable or unwilling to look away from her. “W…why?”

“Because you’re fucking pathetic,” she spat, her vitriol giving her the strength to wade through the immeasurable bliss Kion afforded. “You were - are a shitty husband, you cared more about your business than you did for me or Diamond, and this is what you get. Kion?”

Extending an arm to one side, Kion grabbed a handful of papers from the nightstand and handed them to her. “Damn shame about that prenup, cuck.”

Taking the forms from Kion’s hand, Spoiled threw them at Filthy. “We’re through. I’ll come by to…”

She went quiet when she lowered her gaze. His heart had just been ripped from his chest, his marriage was in tatters, and she’d just found out that his wife was leaving him for a stallion who was superior to him in every conceivable way, yet his reaction was a far departure from what she’d expected - yes, he appeared emotionally eviscerated, although the tent in his slacks told a different story entirely. For whatever reason, be it from some fetish or a response motivated by the overwhelming circumstances, Filthy had gotten hard.

Squinting down at him, she sneered. “That’s just sad…”

“What’s - oh shit! Dude, you got a boner?!” Kion laughed. “Shit, you really are a fucking cuck.”

“I suppose he is,” Spoiled scoffed. “Darling, given my ex-husband seems a bit aroused, how about we give him a show?”

Kion didn’t need to be asked twice. Planting his feet and wrapping one arm around her chest, he set to plowing her. His technique lacked any grace or finesse, being almost savage, and it exemplified the differences between him and the crestfallen stallion left kneeling by the foot of the bed.

Moving in tune with Kion, getting his rhythm down, she threw her weight down to meet his thrusts while milking his shaft in her silken confines. “Are you going to jack off, hubby? Go on, take out that little pecker of yours while a real stallion shows you how it’s done.”

Filthy’s hand strayed to his crotch, almost instinctively, but he stopped himself. It was abundantly clear that some part of him was turned on by the obscene display, and that alone heightened her enjoyment. If she hadn’t found him a pitiful excuse of a lover beforehand, the revelation that he was a cuck, even on a subconscious level, was further evidence that he didn’t deserve her.

The sight of Filthy kneeling there, crestfallen and broken, seared itself into her mind. He was done, the relationship he supposedly cherished was dead, and she wouldn’t be shocked if he was shattered on a fundamental level. While he had the bits to draw in a nubile young mare, he was going to live the rest of his miserable life knowing that he was inferior.

Reclining, she howled and came. It was all too common for Kion to drive her to a climax within minutes, yet this was different. Something about destroying her marriage in the most depraved way imaginable, quite literally fucking a peasant foreigner in front of her betrothed, was so pleasurable that she couldn’t stand it. Yielding to her lecherous wants, she turned her head made out with her lover - her real lover.

As delightful as it would have been to berate Filthy, she had more pressing matters to concern herself with - namely the stud who was balls-deep in her. Moaning and pistoning herself on Kion, she reached down and rubbed her clit. Husband or not, self-described stallion or otherwise, the wretched bastard to whom she had been married was free to watch her get fucked raw.

Kion was absolutely magnificent. While his cock-head hammered against her cervix, doing its damnedest to reach depths Filthy never could, he twisted and hauled on her nipples. He’d remade her from the inside out, ensuring nopony other than an equally well-hung stallion could scratch her amorous itch, but that wasn’t all he’d done.

Withdrawing and licking her lips, she peered down at Filthy while rubbing the noticeable bulge in her abdomen. “I’m sure Diamond will enjoy having a little half-sister or brother,” she coldly remarked. Filthy stared at her face, while Kion stopped and did likewise. Looking between them, she tittered. “Congratulations, daddy,” she cooed before kissing her stud’s cheek. “And you,” she continued, leering back at her newly minted ex, “don’t act so shocked - besides, it’s not like Diamond was yours anyways.”

That little reveal, that their daughter was the bastard product of a unicorn in Manehattan, was especially delicious. She’d been sitting on the knowledge for decades, keeping it a well-guarded secret, but there was no sense in hiding it any longer. Reveling in Filthy’s awestruck, speechless response, she recoiled when he shivered and suppressed a whimper.

For a split second, she’d assumed he was on the verge of weeping, but she couldn’t have been more wrong. A wet stain seeped through the front of his slacks, directly above his twitching dick, while he gnawed his lower lip in a miserable attempt to silence himself. As insane as it was, so absurd that she struggled to accept it, he’d just cum in his pants.

“The fucking cuck just nutted!” Kion cackled.

Bearing witness to Filthy’s degeneracy was the straw that broke the camel’s back for Spoiled. Cruelty, lust, and exuberance numbed her mind, elevating her rapture and consuming her very soul. Fuck it - fuck all of it. On the off chance that the pregnancy test she’d taken was wrong, she was going to make damn sure Kion had put a foal in her right then and there.

Her body moved of its own, motivated by her hedonistic desires, and she rode Kion like a crazed animal. He was quick to pick up the slack, railing her with every ounce of his considerable strength while delivering her to one climax after another - still, she never slowed. She lost all control of herself, mewling and wailing in unremitting bliss as she fantasized about growing fat with his child.

She endured more orgasms than she could possibly count, although the final brought her back to her senses. Kion roared as his stallionhood pulsed and flared, sending gouts of his virile essence right where it belonged - her foal factory. Her marehood seized so violently, desperate to drink in every drop of his seed, that his length sprang free and erupted into the open air.

Heaving air into her chest, Spoiled peeked down at Filthy. His face was glazed in Kion’s jizz, his shirt was ruined, and he sat there slack-jawed and stunned. It was poetic, the amount of spunk covering him dwarfing the sad little puddle in his briefs, and she couldn’t help but laugh. She coolly but shakily pulled her bra over her chest, curled her lip in disdain, and leveled her attention at the broken thing that had been her husband.

“Get out,” she breathed, flipping him the bird.

Following suit, Kion gave the one-finger salute to Filthy. “See you later, cuck. Have fun cranking off to the thought of me fucking your ex.”

Spoiled blinked as Kion turned her head and kissed her. If there was a more fitting way to extinguish her marriage, she couldn’t picture it - furthermore, she was anything but finished for the night. Filthy could stay if he wanted - hell, he could eat the cum out of her if he did, but that was an insignificant concern. With one chapter of her life concluded, and another just beginning, she was going to relish every second with her big-dicked, young, adonic stud…