Zebra Anthology

“Shoulders back,” Hoity instructed while peering over the rim of his glasses. “Chest out - yes, just like that,” he continued, stepping forward and adjusting the model’s jock strap. Backing away and holding a hand to his chin, he thoughtfully nodded while inspecting his work. “Yes, that will do nicely. Shutter, be a dear and get some photos for me.”

The mare, an adorable little thing who rarely spoke, nodded and began taking photos of the picturesque zebra standing atop the dais. His newest acquisition, a towering, muscular stud, was the definition of a twunk - a departure from his typical fare. Enjoying the scene and imagining how the eventual advertisement would turn out, he cocked an ear as a bell in his storefront chimed.

“Be right there,” Hoity sang, turning and trotting out of the studio situated in the back of his shop.

Traipsing up to a curtain separating the public and employees only sections of the building, he stopped and turned to face a tactically situated mirror. Everypony who worked for him or with him was held to a lofty standard, expected to look prim and proper when interacting with any prospective clients, and he was no exception. Brushing a stray hair from his vest, he twisted from side to side while giving himself a cursory once-over.

His attire, consisting of a vest, thong, and his signature shades, were as pristine as his styled mane and self-assured smile. Most ponies often mistook him for being half his age, although his good looks, toned body, and supple ass weren’t some miracle from the heavens. A healthy diet and stringent exercise kept him in tip-top shape, and he wasn’t ashamed to show off the fruits of his labor.

“I would have told you I was coming,” he laughed as he proceeded through the curtain, “but I’d hate for you to misconstrue pleasure for - Sunburst?!”

Sunburst flinched, his eyes widening, and brought a hand to his chest. “H…hey there, Hoity, long t…time no see.”

While it was true that Hoity hadn’t seen Sunburst in ages, well over a year, he was more shocked by the stallion’s aesthetic than presence. Once a well-respected scholar at the School of Friendship, and the former Crystaller for the Crystal Empire, the unicorn that stood before him had been stripped of any shred of masculinity. All but literally picking his jaw up from the floor, he cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses.

“You’re looking…” he paused, searching for the right word.

With a shuddering sigh, Sunburst exhaled and virtually wilted. “Ridiculous, I know. Listen, you don’t -”

“Fabulous!” Hoity exclaimed. “Sunburst, you look simply fabulous! I’d considered going for the fully marish look, but - well, I just don’t have the build for it! If you’re willing to indulge me, give me a little twirl and show yourself off a bit!”

Sunburst’s expression shifted from red-faced embarrassment to confusion and finally bashful glee. “R…right here?”

Placing his hands on his waist, Hoity cocked his hips. “Of course right here, unless you’d ask one of my displays to step aside and share the limelight!”

While Sunburst timidly and rather awkwardly revolved in place, Hoity’s grin grew broader and broader. He’d meant what he’d said, speaking from the heart, and he was beyond impressed with how his acquaintance had shaped up. Had he not known better, recognizing the fiery mane, cyan eyes, and cutie mark, he would have sworn he was looking at a mare.

“So did you go all the way?” he asked, unable to contain his burning curiosity.

Sunburst halted, his cheeks darkened, and he lowered his gaze once again. “If y…you mean my - um…” he trailed off as he nodded to his groin. “N…no, I still have it.”

“Honey, that’s hardly anything to be ashamed of!” Hoity merrily quipped. “Some of the best ponies I know kept themselves intact, but I digress.” Shooting forward, he snared the femcolt in a hug. “What brings you to Manehattan?”

He was curious about why Sunburst had come to his shop, and something told him that the visit wasn’t purely motivated by camaraderie. Part of being a successful business pony was having a keen eye and the power of deduction - as such, it wasn’t difficult to come to a number of conclusions. Seeing as how his potential patron presented himself, both with his choice of clothing and the modifications to his aesthetic, and the obvious nature of his business, he made a calculated guess.

“Your stud wants you to expand your wardrobe,” he asserted.

Shaking his head, Sunburst kept his eyes on the floor. “I…I don’t have a stud, that’s - oh jeez - I really didn’t think this through.”

Hoity lifted a hand into the air, snapped his fingers, and shied back. Some ponies were easier to deal with than others, specifically those who knew what they wanted and weren’t afraid to speak their mind, but then there were those like Sunburst. He wouldn’t be even remotely surprised if this was the first time the svelte little unicorn had ever stepped foot into a venue like his - even if that wasn’t the case, it was his job to make sure his guest felt comfortable. Glancing over his shoulder, having heard the sound of approaching footfalls from behind him, he gave a small, approving snort.

“Sunburst,” he began while gently placing a hand on the marish stallion’s shoulder. “You came this far, so allow me to take it from here. By chance, are you here to enlist in my program?”

The innocent question caused Sunburst’s ears to perk up, tail to flick, and thighs to grind together. Bingo - if that wasn’t a dead giveaway as to what he wanted, nothing was. As he expectantly extended his arm to one side, a warm mug was placed delicately on his palm. His patrons were worth every ounce of his care, and he wasn’t about to shirk his responsibilities with somepony he knew.

“Tea?” he hummed, presenting the steaming cup. “Thank you, Osi and Otun.”

It may have been the tiniest bit underhanded, although he’d done far more than call for some much-needed refreshment. Osi and Otun, his lovers and the crown jewels of his enterprise, were art made manifest. Neither too lean nor too muscular, being mirror images of one another, the Zebrican twins stood at his sides while bowing jointly.

Seeing Sunburst’s awestruck reaction to the duo, he chuckled. “Impressive, aren’t they?”

“Y…yeah,” Sunburst breathed. With his eyes meandering the pair of adonic stallions, he gulped. “Are…are they yours or -”

“We are his,” Osi intoned.

“And he is ours,” Otun added, concluding his brother’s statement.

The way the twins spoke in tandem, oftentimes completing or starting one another’s sentences, was but one of the ways Osi and Otun thrilled Hoity. Were it not for them, his newest and most rewarding business venture, effectively pairing Zebrican studs with welcoming ponies in Equestria, would never have come to fruition. He owed them much, they meant the world to him, and he was always eager to show them off to anypony and everypony he could.

Drawing his hands down the twins’ sides and to their hips, he pulled the pair close. “I couldn’t ask for more from either of them, even if they can be quite the handful.”

“Hnnf,” Otun grunted.

Hoity glanced down and to one side, noticed a bead of pre-cum glistening on Otun’s cage, and sensed his stallionhood begin to harden. The siblings typically paraded themselves around wearing next to nothing, excluding prim collars, which made it easy to tell which one of them was currently caged. The inclusion of chastity had initially been a joke, a playful little punishment to the one who’d been outperformed by his sibling, yet they’d become so enamored with the amorous contests that it was now a constant.

Turning his muzzle up to Otun, Hoity pursed his lips. “Don’t be that way, love, I’m sure that you’ll have your brother under lock and key before the morrow.”

Otun pulled him away from Osi and kissed him deeply. The sex with them - by The Elements, it made every other lecherous experience he’d ever had seem like a bad joke. Clasping the chaste stud’s behind, he closed his eyes and moaned into the zebra’s muzzle. The small display of affection, despite being unarguably bawdy, served a dual purpose - it tended to help sway clients to do business with him, and it just felt good to show off.

Feeling something pressed against his all but bare backside, he peeked back and saw Osi behind him. While he couldn’t see what was running up and down the cleft of his ass, it took no leap of logic to deduce what was - or rather would happen shortly. Glancing over at Sunburst, he quickly wriggled free and brought the exchange to an abrupt end.

“Pardon,” he sighed, “I’d hate to make you feel uncomfortable, Sunburst. Now then, might I -”

“Y…you weren’t making me uncomfortable - I…I mean - um - not really,” Sunburst stammered.

Peaking a brow, Hoity nonchalantly stroked Osi’s rapidly hardening length while rubbing his thumb over the burnished, golden cap imprisoning Otun’s stallionhood. “Not really…?”

Sunburst anxiously drew his tongue over his lips as he inched back and pulled up the front of his skirt. Though he’d chosen not to speak, his response spoke volumes. Locked to his groin, throttling his adorable little goods, an inverted and exquisitely small cage reduced his stallionhood to an innie.

It took a lot to throw Hoity off guard, but the sight of such an extreme restraint on the femcolt’s package momentarily left him at a loss for words. “I completely understand. Might I - Mmmmn,” he groaned as a finger effortlessly slipped past his thong and into his pucker. “You’ll have to excuse me. Osi has quite the penchant for red-heads, and I haven’t had a chance to tend to either his or his brother’s needs this morning. If you’d like to come back in an hour, I can -”

“C…can I watch?” Sunburst interrupted, his voice dripping with enthusiasm.

Like any good scholar, the fiery-maned femcolt must have done his research and discovered that acts which would normally be considered taboo were welcome within the shop ~ what other justification was there for him to spontaneously and quite boldly ask to spectate? Giggling like a schoolfilly, Hoity knelt down and turned Otun away from him. Like any good entrepreneur, he was perfectly comfortable with such a humble request from a would-be client.

“Velvety soft and remarkably pliable,” Hoity noted as he spread Otun’s buns to display the silken, winking ring of flesh that lie between them. “I don’t believe a pony of your persuasion would be seeing much use of this side of a stud, although even the most virile, dominant stallion enjoys a good rimming from time to time - apropos…”
While he made out with Otun’s rear, taking in heady, exotic musk with every breath, he blindly reached over and gripped Osi’s shaft. He’d fallen for them from the moment he first laid eyes upon them, and his attachment to the pair had only grown stronger as time had gone on. To take a duo of siblings as partners was unheard of in Equestrian society, namely due to the incestuous nature involved in sharing a bed with two brothers - mercifully, such judgmental restraints didn’t exist with Zebricans.

His every motion was delivered artfully, feasting upon one zebra’s tush while jacking off the other, as Sunburst looked on with a mixture of admiration and envy. He couldn’t blame the femcolt for being jealous, given his denied state, and he’d happily use that to his benefit. There were plenty of striped stallions who pined to take pony lovers for themselves, and a shocking number who actually preferred subjugating effeminate stallions, so it was his right - nay, his duty to find them homes and partners to satisfy.

While he was tempted to continue feasting on Otun’s rump like a famished mongrel, the fleeting appetizer was enough to whet his appetite. Rearing back and twisting in place, he leveled his focus at the thick slab of obsidian meat in his grasp. He tried to dote on the brothers equally, since showing too much favoritism would risk breeding contempt, and now it was time to balance the scales.

After giving Osi’s cock-head an introductory kiss, he leaned forward and worked his lips around the thick, midnight-black tip of stallionhood. They’d both showered that morning, less than two hours ago, yet the ambrosial bouquet that wafted to his sinuses, the delightful flavors dancing over his taste buds, and the look of wild lust in the studs’ eyes was a constant reminder of the differences between Equestrians and Zebricans. Like comparing wolves and purse dogs, their species had perilously little in common - at least, in a carnal regard.

He hummed as he bobbed his head, working Osi up and ensuring their impromptu exhibition wouldn’t be found lacking. Getting the duo wrapped around his fingers was a laughably easy affair, something he often did without even intending to, but that pendulum swung both ways. When the brothers got excited, he got aroused - when he got aroused, it was nigh impossible for him to rein in his libido.

As he swallowed down a mouthful of thick, salty pre-cum, his composure waned. Rising up to his full height, he gestured to a nearby, vacant display. The brothers knew him inside and out, both literally and metaphorically, and they would follow commands without expressly needing to be told what to do.

Otun pivoted on a heel, stepped up onto the empty showcase, and pressed his shoulder to a steel pole rising through its center to the ceiling. As he took a broad stance, lifting his hip and putting a sway in his back, his shortly-cropped tail flagged. He and his brother, like Hoity, were the embodiment of switches, just as keen to receive as they were to give, and they were always - always ready for action.

“Such good colts,” Hoity softly exclaimed as he walked over and clutched Otun’s hips. “If you can last longer than your brother, he’ll be wearing that cage when we’re through ~ understood?”

“Yes,” Otun and Osi replied in nearly perfect unison.

Touching his cock-head to Otun’s entrance, Hoity stopped, pinched the bridge of his snout, and sighed. “Again, I must apologize, Sunburst. Would you like a toy or plug to amuse yourself with? I’ve have a - oh…”

Sunburst had remained mute, but his actions were a dead giveaway that a marital aid wasn’t necessary. As he bit his lip and gawked at something behind Hoity, likely Osi’s endowment, a rope of glimmering pre-cum dangled from beneath his skirt. Irrespective of whether or not he had something lodged in his rear, it was clear that he was on pins and needles for the demonstration to begin.

“Observe,” Hoity cooed.

Plunging into Otun’s welcoming depths, while Osi’s blunt, broad cock-head popped into him, he slowly exhaled. When it came to sinful delights, the sort of things his clientele sought him out for, showing was vastly superior to telling - bearing that in mind, he was inclined to do just that. As he was hilted, skewered upon the entirety of one brother’s length, his entrance was stretched open by a girthy medial ring.

He pecked the back of Otun’s neck as he squeezed the base of Osi’s shaft. “I must say, this is my favorite kind of sandwich.”

His amused tone was anything but feigned. He wasn’t one to prescribe in fate, having considered one’s circumstances in life a mixture of serendipity and one’s choices, yet the brothers had changed that. Osi and Otun were a beautifully packaged gift from the heavens, mirroring his incredible sex-drive and predilection for both topping and bottoming, and he had to assume that some higher power had brought them all together.

Freeing a portion of his length, and prompting Osi to do the same with him, he slid his hands around Otun’s torso and ran his fingers over the stud’s nipples. He really was blessed, finding both success and two faultless lovers, but he could give thanks to any powers that be later - after he’d sealed the deal with his marish little visitor. As he began to buck, without saying a single, solitary word, his paramours moved in tune with him.

The three of them were a transcendent symphony. Their hushed moans, muted grunts, and heavy breaths mingled, creating a soft choir, while they acted in concert. While some couples found the need to wax poetic or praise their respective mates mid-coitus, such trivialities were beneath them.

Inching closer to the action, Sunburst wiped drool from his chin. “H…holy cow…”

“Oh there’s - Nnnnm - nothing holy about this union,” Hoity quipped. “You’ve piqued my curiosity, Sunburst. Let me see what you’re smuggling in that cozy little hole of yours.”

Ordinarily speaking, he wouldn’t have been so bold as to assert, much less ask about the sex-toys his guests may or may not have in themselves, but he was glad that he had in this case. With his eyes glued on the threesome, Sunburst spun around and revealed a jeweled plug trapped in his pucker. The gratification of his assumption being correct added a welcome thrill to the bolts of pleasure surging through him.

He could fully sympathize with Sunburst’s plight - actually, he pitied Sunburst. A cold, unyielding toy, no matter its size or craftsmanship, just didn’t compare to being with somepony. The heat of a body against you, the fullness of a hot stallionhood afforded one’s backside or throat, and the smell of sex were beyond anything one could experience alone. With his resolve hardening, tempered by the pitiable sight of a pony in need, he ground to a halt.

“Is something wrong?” Osi softly inquired.

Peeking back while wiggling his tush, Otun pouted. “Are we not -”

“No, no,” Hoity grumbled, “there’s nothing the matter with you - either of you. “Tuntun?” he demurely shouted. Getting no appreciable response, but knowing he’d been heard, he leveled his gaze at the curtain behind the counter at the rear of his shop. “Tuntun, if you’d be so kind as to join us - tout de suite, please.”

Basking in Sunburst’s reaction to seeing Tuntun, the very Zebrican he’d just had Shutter photograph, he snickered. Whether it was purely by coincidence, fortune, or something altogether different, an opportunity had presented itself. As the stud strutted over and gave him an expectant look, his eyes flicked toward Sunburst.

Tuntun sized up Sunburst, looking over from top to bottom, then gave a curt bow. “Might I have the honor of making you my mare.”

Hoity couldn’t say what had inspired the line, yet it struck with such resonance that Sunburst nearly melted. “Indulge him, Tuntun, and be sure he’s completely satisfied.”

Leaving the pair to make introductions, he turned his focus to the task - rather, tasks at hand. Rutting a stallion wasn’t as simple as the uninitiated may have assumed, and it was all the more tricky when one was getting screwed one’s self - fortunately for him and everypony involved, he was an artist. He bucked his hips and at a slightly different angle, crushing Otun’s p-spot and earning a sonorous moan of pleasure, before withdrawing and fucking himself on Osi’s shaft.

Having a romp with his colts never failed to lift his spirits and fill him with life, although sharing the joy of Zebrican stallions with somepony he knew, particularly since he’d presumed said somepony had been straight, was so exhilarating that it tested his self-composure. With nothing left to be said, reveling in the sound of Sunburst whimpering and writhing in Tuntun’s clutches, he hastened his pace.

Like many times before, and many times yet to come, Otun and Osi left nothing whatsoever to be desired. While one brother milked his cock from tip to base, fighting his backstrokes and relaxing on his thrusts, the other assaulted his bitch-button. How some stallions could fully commit to one role in the bedroom was perplexing at best and ignorant at worst. To truly - truly relish sex, one should enjoy every decadent facet of the activity.

Being with both of them at once was hedonism made manifest. Either one of the brothers could have brought him lustful joy, but the two of them together was beyond the pale. As he playfully nibbled Otun’s ear, while Osi did likewise to him, enthusiasm soared.

Little by little, bit by bit, his attention drifted away from Sunburst and to his lovers. It was difficult to tell which of the two would outlast the other, yet the suspense and speculation was part of the fun of it. Doing everything in his not inconsiderable lascivious power to please them both, he glanced back.

Though it was so subtle that he initially questioned if his senses were playing tricks on him, Osi’s rhythm was starting to shift. There was a vehemence to the zebra’s thrusts, something akin to a desperation, and his breathing became fierce. Understanding that the bearer of the cage may change between the siblings faster than he’d originally thought, he decided to make the contest a bit more interesting.

He draped himself over Otun’s back while tenderly teasing the stud’s nipples. “Are you ready to be bred, my sweet?”

Otun’s legs buckled as he spoke. It is said that all is fair in love and war, and he completely agreed with the adage. While his arrogance with sensual affairs was well-deserved, even he wasn’t immune to the wiles of his affectionate paramours. Inching closer and closer to his limit, biting his tongue to delay the inevitable, he threw a hand back and squeezed Osi’s hip.

Osi stiffened and hilted his length as he shot forward and bit the nape of Hoity’s neck. His stallionhood flared, its tip ballooning to double its usual size, erupting into the pony. He never had and likely never would want to lay a finger on a mare, although he could relate with them on a great many levels - not just because they shared an admiration for stallions, but because the feeling of being creampied was nothing short of godly.

Stars danced in front of his eyes while he passed the point of no return. Climaxing with somepony was akin to a spiritual experience for him, and being able to enjoy such a thing with twins who cared for him and shared him equally was downright nirvanic. While he was consumed by bliss, his climax set off a domino effect of devastatingly depraved proportions.

Hoity crossed the finish line seconds after Osi, the sweltering influx of seed surging into his guts proving too much to bear, and Otun wasn’t far behind either of them. The combination of their moans was a lecherous song, yet they were drowned out by a shrill, marish wail of ecstasy. Savoring the euphoria that steadily overtook his blinding rapture, Hoity looked over as Sunburst had the cum fucked out of him.

It was a glorious sight, one that warmed his heart and was so stirring that it reinvigorated his softening stallionhood. He didn’t want to be premature, not wanting to count his chickens before they’d hatched, but his instincts told him that Sunburst wasn’t going to be walking out without Tuntun being at his side. Sweetly caressing and kissing on his studs, he contentedly smiled.

“Colts,” he began, “let us give them a bit of privacy.”

Osi withdrew from his cum-slickened depths, while Otun straightened and unsheathed himself. As thrilling as it would have been to stay and watch Sunburst earn a belly full of Zebrican cream, he’d hate to make the poor femcolt feel self-conscious - besides, if his suspicions were correct, he could use his time wisely and begin getting some paperwork in order. Clenching his pucker and trapping most of the cum in his ass, he turned, went to saunter away, and froze when a pair of hands came to rest on his shoulders.

“Can you…?” Osi mumbled.

Otun gingerly rubbed the side of his neck. “Can we…?”

Hoity spun around, momentarily hugged them both, then pressed his face between their cheeks. “Of course you can get some sugar, colts, but you have to share.”

With that, the siblings simultaneously kissed him. The care they held for him was phenomenal, and it was the true reason why he would never let either of them go - that and he could never come close to repaying them for what they’d done for him. Had they not stepped into his life, he wouldn’t have gotten the inspiration to start his new business - without them, he wouldn’t have found true happiness. Sloppily kissing them in unison, their tongues entwining with his, he quaked with glee while wondering what lucky pony would come waltzing through his doors next…