Zebra Anthology

“Yeah,” Pharynx groaned, “I bet you studs would love to be fucking this boy-pussy - unless you’re one of those sissies who wishes you could milk a dick like this.”

Leaning back and extending his arms behind himself, he propped himself up and let the camera get a good view of his stuffed hole. Unlike a great many of Equestria’s stallions who sheepishly fantasized and masturbated to being a fuck-toy for Zebrican studs, he had no qualms about showing off. With an inverted chastity device forcing his clit into his groin, adorned in little more than striped leggings, arm warmers, and a tube-top emblazoned with the words Zeebs Only, he rode his favorite, oversized dildo for his adoring fans.

Peeking down his chest and to the monitor, seeing the endless stream of complements and tips flooding the chat, he gnawed his bottom lip. “Fuck - you guys think I should get a permanent womb tattoo?” he snickered, exerting his metamorphic ability to make a stylized heart with wing traceries appear on his lower abdomen.

He’d given some serious thought to getting an actual tattoo, but there was no real need. Considering he routinely went out wearing next to nothing, not to mention his regular and supremely scandalous online displays, it was no secret that he was a total slut for zebras. While he couldn’t speak for every femcolt who’d submitted to their urges, he was completely comfortable with advertising his support of Zebrican stallions’ superiority.

One of the best things about being a changeling was that he could enhance his look with but a thought. Plump lips, a fat ass, makeup, faux tattoos, and body writing were typical, though the specifics often varied. More often that not, he’d strut about the hive looking like a highly feminized twink, openly flirting with strapping studs while making lesser beta-boys jealous of his prowess, but he could and occasionally would mix it up - specifically the womb design he’d taken to manifesting above his groin.

Though the embellishment wasn’t fully captured in the stream, his viewers went positively wild. The very generous donations and adulation he was showered with were nice, but it was the thrill of exposing himself that kept him producing content. The thought of various inferior stallions wantonly screwing themselves with toys, while alpha studs stroked their imposing stallionhoods to him, never failed to fuel his lustful fire.

“Oh gods,” he sighed, clenching his ass and causing a rope of pre-cum to squirt from his cage. “I wish I had a real cock right -”

“Honey?”

The distant, deep voice brought him to a screeching halt, as he twisted his head and peeked at the doorway. Insika, the absolute mountain of a stud he’d managed to bag for himself, was supposed to be at a buckball game for another few hours - for fuck’s sake, the only reason he’d broke out one of his biggest dildoes and his webcam was because the brute was going to be out for a bit. With several pounds of sculpted silicone in his ass, and nearly two hundred spectators on his stream, an idea struck him like a bolt from the blue.

Leaping to his feet, he unsheathed the massive dong, kicked the toy under the bed, and snatched up his camera and laptop. Judging from the sound of approaching footfalls moving steadily toward his room, he’d only have a minute or so to lay his hastily concocted trap. Moving as quickly and quietly as he could, he sat the computer on his dresser, angled the cam at his bed, then leapt up and onto the ceiling. He may have been reformed, but he’d be damned if he still didn’t have a use for ambush training.

Seeing a hand push the door open, he held his breath and remained motionless. Stepping into the room, roughly a half-dozen paces a way, appeared Insika. Pushing eight feet tall, built like a beefy, well-hung, adonic tank, his mate was an angel made manifest - nevertheless, he wasn’t perfect. Though the stud was physically huge and imposing, rocking a bitch-breaker that would put any pony’s dick to shame, he was a bit of a pushover.

Pharynx smirked and drew his forked tongue over his pouting lips, hoping the stallion wouldn’t notice the strand of pre-cum dangling from his cage. He may have been less than half the zebra’s size, but what he lacked in stature and muscle he made up for in zeal and raw, unabashed lust. The feminine aesthetic he’d adopted was a ruse, a ploy to lure unassuming tops to him, which suited his purposes just fine.

Waiting until the ignorant stallion was directly beneath him, he struck. He couldn’t say if he genuinely loved Insika, but the big lug’s relative innocence, hot looks, and godly cock had definitely grown on him over the months they’d been living together. Silently behind the unaware studmuffin, he tapped the zebra’s shoulder.

“Over here, lover,” he purred.

Insika started and turned, before he was shoved off balance. Stumbling back, his arms pinwheeling, he landed atop the mattress with a resounding Pomf. “H…hey, Honey…”

“Hey, Stud,” Pharynx hissed, shamelessly grabbing and fondling the supine zebra’s meaty, cum-loaded balls, “I see you brought me back some dinner.” Getting a hand or mouthful of stallion meat was an easy affair, considering his mate rarely wore anything but a loincloth, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to complain about it.

“I…I - uh -” Insika sputtered, trying and failing not to stare at the changeling’s drooling chastity cage. “I forgot my jacket.”

“Oh you forgot more than that,” the drone continued, crawling up the stud’s body. Coming to a rest and kneeling over his mate’s head, he reached back, spread his cheeks, and flaunted his slack, slick hole. “I forgot to give you dinner before you left, my Love…”

He’d known since day one that Insika wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, nor all that assertive, but those were hardly deal-breakers. The chief things he looked for in a partner were a massive cock, an amazing build, and a willingness to flood his guts with as much jizz as he could handle - all traits his mate had in spades. Glancing over his shoulder, seeing the immense, coal-black length rise between the stallion's legs, he threw his weight downward and ground his tush against Insika’s muzzle.

“Mmmmm -” he loudly hummed, doing his damnedest to sheath the stallion’s snout in his behind, “eat up, big boy.”

Subjugating someone who was exponentially more powerful than himself was an intoxicating affair - one made all the more heady by the fact that hundreds of viewers were likely getting off to the sight. It didn’t matter that his pathetic clit was forced in by the cage - he didn’t care that there were those who thought less of him for discarding his once cherished masculinity - the only thing he gave a damn about was being baddest, most intimidating cum-dumpster Equestria had ever seen. Igniting his horn, he bucked his hips and levitated the wireless camera into his outstretched hand.

“You pony bitches jealous?” he giggled, leaning forward and bringing the camera to Insika’s face. “Just wait until this absolute bull breeds me like the broodmare you wish you were.”

Insika’s eye flew open and peered into the cam’s lens, as he went rigid. “Mmmph?!?”

“That’s right,” Pharynx snickered, “you’re not leaving until you plow my ass and leave me looking like a used condom.”

Making his pucker just a touch more pliable than usual, he wiggled his hips and slipped the stallion’s muzzle into his ass. It would have been nice to have his impromptu co-star being a bit more compliant, possibly making out with his rump, but that wasn’t a huge concern. If the stud was too startled to take an active role, he’d gleefully pick up the slack for their little performance.

Hovering the camera behind himself, glancing over at the monitor to ensure the shot was decent, he grabbed his nipples and pulled. Even before the influx of zebras had come to the hive, he’d been a bit of a masochist. Biting, choking, and scratching were a must for any bedroom hijinks, but his cage - sweet, merciful Chrysalis, his cage was the best investment he’d ever made. The persistent discomfort of the unyielding steel locked to his groin, having long since ensured his colthood was permanently flaccid and limp, was a badge of honor and a constant reminder that he had one purpose and one purpose alone - despoiling the biggest stallions he could come across.

As fun as it would be to stay where he was, that would be impossible; Insika might have been a literal powerhouse, but he still needed to breathe. Sure enough, after a handful of seconds passed, the stallion patted his thigh and mutely asked him to relent. Though his approach to amorous affairs was crass and excessively direct, he wasn’t a complete asshole - as such, he flexed his legs, lifted his waist, and freed the zebra’s muzzle from his backside. To the few uninitiated viewers watching, the move may have been taken as an act of mercy, but he was far from finished with his big-dicked lover.

Cheerfully humming to himself, overshadowing the stud’s soft gasps, he turned in place and faced Insika’s groin. The diamond-hard, fully erect stallionhood standing at his mate’s groin, leaking pre-cum in the cool air, affirmed what he already knew. The zebra may have been taken off guard by the carnal assault, but his body betrayed him - after all, you can’t fake an erection.

“Hey,” he softly began, draping himself over his lover’s chest and sculpted abs, “how about you warm me up while I choke on that fat cock of yours.”

The remark was more of a statement than a request, but he enticingly swayed his hips just to hammer the point home. As a pair of strong, calloused fingers grabbed his waist, feeling hot breath upon his entrance, he turned his attention to the towering stallionhood mere inches from his face. While he preferred to be on his knees to suck someone off, or being laid down to get his face fucked, the sixty-nine was far from the worst thing in the world - not for the least of which reasons being the audience in his stream.

Moving with glacial speed, he made a show of kissing his way up Insika’s shaft while his rump was reluctantly feasted upon. The big guy was too cute, almost sheepish most of the time, but only to an extent. Like most creatures, the zebra had a breaking point, a limit to what he could endure, and he had every intention of pushing the gentle giant over that line.

As Pharynx reached the blunt tip of cock, he opened his jaw, extended his tongue, and plunged downward. Insika groaned and tightened his grip, his rim-job faltering, while his shaft was practically inhaled. The contrast of their sizes was only exacerbated by the disparity of their passion, making for quite the compelling scene. Though the changeling was downright tiny compared to the stud, his tenacity more than made up for his lack of bulk.

“Y…you don’t have to be so - Nnnnf!” Insika grunted, his remark only fanning the shapeshifter’s lust.

Pharynx would have said something condescending, had his throat not been positively stuffed. His neck bulged, tears streamed down his face, and he fiercely stroked the root of his mate’s tool, yet his motions only grew more savage. It wasn’t the first time he’d swabbed his esophagus with a thick slab of zebra meat, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. Bobbing his head and working the girthy medial ring past his lips, he screwed his eyes shut.

Even if he wasn’t really struggling, there was nothing wrong with acting like he was having a hard time. It was a well known fact that most pornographic connoisseurs preferred bottoms who took a submissive or timid role, bashfully being used or made love to, but he couldn’t bring himself to play a pushover - having said that, giving the illusion of some difficulty on his behalf served as a mitigating factor. Squeezing his hand and milking a sizable amount of pre-cum through the stud’s length, he withdrew and worked a mouthful of the thick, salty stuff into his snout.

The second Insika’s cock-head cleared his airway, he broke into a coughing fit - it was fake as hell, sure, but that was the point. Strands of pre and thick ropes of saliva hung from his chin, connecting him to the obscene appendage, before he wiped his face. If the camera had captured the moment as he’d hoped, he knew he’d just made the perfect thumbnail for his video. Raising his hips and swinging a leg over the stallion’s face, seeing the zebra looking at him with concern, he faltered.

He had been about to hop up and mount the stud in a cowgirl position, yet he hesitated. Forcing himself not to roll his eyes, hedging his bets, he flopped to his side and onto his back, grabbed his ankles, and spread his legs. There was a strong argument to be made for riding the overly affectionate bastard, but there were few things better than being pinned down and rutted.

“Really?” Insika huffed, pushing himself up and getting to his feet. “We’re seriously doing this?”

“What’s wrong?” Pharynx cooed, peering up at the colossus. “You don’t want to pin me to the bed and fuck my brains out?”

Despite his rigid cock, the zebra shrugged. “But I’ll be late for the game…”

Maintaining his sultry smile, Pharynx beckoned the stallion closer. The last thing he wanted was to disrupt the show, so he fell back to a tried, true, and somewhat questionable tactic. A tense moment passed between them, before the stud leaned forward and brought his muzzle to the changeling’s ear.

“If you fuck the cum out of me, I’ll make that tiramisù you like so much,” Pharynx whispered, keeping his voice quiet enough to slip past the microphone.

Insika’s hands shot to his rump, a thump slipping into him, as he glanced over and made eye contact. “Tiramisù and we get to cuddle on the couch for a movie later.”

“Deal,” Pharynx hastily replied, pecking the stud’s cheek.

He was a slut by any definition, basking in his sexuality and reveling in the attention it afforded, but he wasn’t without emotional needs. Outside of their bedroom hijinks, he secretly loved simple acts like spooning, showering, or simply holding hands with his lover; it wasn’t like he’d be particularly bothered if his fans and simps found out about his softer side, but he had an image to uphold. Sending power into his horn, pulling a pillow from beneath the headboard and stuffing it under his tush, lifting his lower half just enough so Insika wouldn’t have to awkwardly squat, he prepared himself for the main event.

“Alright, bitch,” the zebra growled, hauling him to the very edge of the mattress, “I hope you’re ready to have that hole ruined.”

“Hah!” Pharynx scoffed - genuinely scoffed, amused by the stud’s false bravado. “Like you’d ever break - Oh fuck!”

He was cut off, as Insika hilted him in a single, brutal thrust. Apparently the promise of a dessert and a movie was a better motivator than he remembered, or perhaps the stallion was more excited than he’d assumed - whatever the case, he was given no time to acclimate to having his ass filled. With no warning whatsoever, reeling from a wave of pleasure, he was unprepared when his mate started mercilessly screwing him.

His body lurched forward and back, his cage leaked like a broken faucet, and his eyes rolled wildly, as he was beset by rapture. Seizing the reins and taking charge in the bedroom was fun as hell, yet being topped by an eager stallion was an unbeatable experience. As he lifted his head and gazed down at his belly, knowing full well what he was going to find, he spied the imprint of Insika’s cock pounding into him.

“You’re so - Aaaaahn - fucking big,” he groaned, releasing his ankles and locking his legs around the stud’s hips.

“Only for you, babe,” Insika responded, “b…but don’t think for a second you’re not my whore!”

Pharynx’s eyes widened in shock, taken aback by the assertion. He knew the zebra had to be fucking with him - he had to be; there was no way his warmhearted lover would suddenly become a total bad boy! Resting a hand atop the swell in his abdomen, stroking the pistoning shaft through his skin, he scanned the stud’s face.

“Say it ~” Insika insisted, “say you’re my whore!”

Stars above, he’d been about to debase himself and acquiesce, seduced by the prospect of being dominated by his mate, but then he saw it - the not-so-subtle wink the zebra gave. Though it was equal parts terrifying and mystifying to comprehend the stallion was putting on an act, raising several questions, he didn’t break character. As he flexed his legs and pulled his lover deeper, his lips curled in a wolfish grin.

“Make me…”

In the blink of an eye, only slowing for an instant, Insika grabbed his calves, bent at the waist, and drove his legs upward. He’d fully expected for things to ramp up slightly, potentially getting railed a bit harder or faster, yet he was unprepared to be contorted into a mating press. With his knees to either side of his chest, and his ankles beside his head, he was given the punishment he’d yearned for.

“You - Unf - always act like you’re hot shit,” Insika grunted, using his strength and his body weight to devastating effect. “But I’m going to plow all that defiance out of you until you’re a drooling, cum-drunk, obedient little cock-sleeve.”

Pharynx squirmed and whimpered in place, unable to move. It would have been incredible enough to be screwed so forcefully, but the dirty talk was the hot, sticky icing on the cake! Where was all this coming from? Had Insika been holding out on him? Why hadn’t the stud been this commanding and rough before now? A thousand different questions flitted through his mind, though they were quickly washed away by the onslaught of pleasure. Gritting his teeth, his act threatening to fall to pieces, he had to fight to compose himself.

“You wish!” he cackled, constricting his well-trained pucker around the massive stallionhood. “You might be bad, but I’m worse than you’ll ever be!”

“Hmmmph,” the zebra snorted. “We’ll see about that…”

His head shot forward and his tongue plunged into the defiant changeling’s mouth, while he increased his pace. The bed creaked beneath them, his frame threatening to give, as the sounds of slapping flesh and muffled moans filled the air. It would be easy for anyone witnessing the scene to misconstrue it as violent, bordering on abusive, yet that was far from the actual case.

Closing his eyes, Pharynx forgot about the camera and fixated on the wondrous sensations his lover afforded. The weighty balls slapping against his ass, the huge cock stretching his depths, the thick tongue in his muzzle - each and every part of the experience was beyond reproach, but there was one that sailed above the rest. No matter the precise reason, Insika had pulled out all the stops and was screwing him into oblivion to make him happy.

His fingers weakly pawed at the stallion’s biceps, as he inched closer and closer to the edge. It didn’t help much that he’d been playing with his ass and edging for nearly half an hour prior to his mate’s appearance, so the sudden, extremely fervid mating press quickly became too much to bear. Trembling from head to toe, unable to control himself, he reached his limit in spectacular fashion.

Howling into his lover’s snout, he painted his bulging tummy with watery seed. It had been ages since he’d gotten off to anything but having his prostate crushed, which was only one of the reasons he’d acquired and installed progressively smaller chastity devices on himself. The sensation of being forced to climax simply couldn’t be beat, and he’d effectively cemented it would be the only way he could orgasm for the rest of his life.

Insika paused and pulled back, breaking their kiss. “You ok for more?” he breathed, prompting a swift, albeit weak nod from the shapeshifter. “Pathetic,” he loudly laughed, straightening up to his full height and releasing the drone’s legs. “I should have known you wouldn’t last long, but I expected more from you.”

“F…fuck - Cough - you,” Pharynx rasped, sneering upward.

If he’d had the slightest idea that Insika was such a skilled thespian, he would have demanded such hard service in the past, but hindsight was twenty-twenty. Making a mental note to grill the stallion on the subject later, too preoccupied with the thought of getting bred, he definitely pushed himself up on one arm. He didn’t have the slightest clue what the stud was planning, especially given the sudden shift in attitude, so he knit his brow and testily waited for whatever was to come next.

“Still got some fight in you ~ huh?” Insika mused, smirking down at the petulant insect. “Since you can still move,” he continued, stepping over and seating himself beside the changeling, “how about you earn my cum.”

As the stud slid onto the middle of the bed next to him, Pharynx’s eyes settled on his lover’s long, dark stallionhood. His limbs felt as though they were made of lead, he was lightheaded from his climax, and his battered hole was already tender, yet his determination and insatiable drive to subdue the behemoth overshadowed his feebleness. Getting onto his knees, he swung a leg over the giant’s waist, reached between his thighs, and guided the monolithic cock to his gaped pucker. If Insika thought he didn’t have the strength to fuck himself, the big lug was dead wrong.

Steadily descending, he lowered his head and watched the swell of stallionhood creep up his torso and come to a rest just beneath his rib cage. Fuck if he knew how anyone was able to accommodate something so big - hell, he didn’t understand how or why it felt so damned good, but he loved it all the same. As he sensed his mate shift, feeling a pair of thighs behind him to act as a backrest, he rested his hands on Insika’s knees and began riding the zebra like a depraved cowgirl.

“Mmmmph Mmmmph Mmmmph,” he rhythmically groaned, bouncing in place and hammering his ass on the stallion’s groin.

Insika pushed an elbow into the bed, as he extended an arm and twisted the drone’s left nipple. “Work my cock, Mare - that’s the only thing a locked little sissy bitch like you is good for.”

The remark sent a thrilled shiver up Pharynx’s spine and hastened his pace. Yeah, there was no doubt about it - something had gotten into Insika, but he could worry about that after he’d wrung every drop of cum out of the guy. Clenching his hole on the upstrokes, while relaxing on the descents, he steadily worked himself into a frenzy. Tired though he was, his ravenous lust turned him into a machine.

He could have spent an eternity fucking himself on the stud - sadly, like all good things in life, it came to an all too abrupt end. The stallionhood swelled within him, pulsing in tune with the titan’s thundering heart, as its head began to swell. As acquainted as he was with his lover, he recognized the signs instantly - Insika was about to blow. In that instant, wishing for nothing more than to deliver a phenomenal finale for the zebra and his followers, he flew into an absolute frenzy.

“C…cum for me!” he wailed, throwing his head back. “Make me your mare!!!”

The timing of Pharynx’s whorish plea couldn’t have been better, as Insika peaked mere moments afterwards. Grabbing his hips and bucking upward, hilting himself, he held the changeling in place and unleashed a torrent of foal-batter from his heavy balls. His masculine grunts and growls clashed wondrously with the svelte drone’s feminine braying, coalescing in a cacophonous, perverse crescendo. With their bodies growing still, save for Pharynx’s steadily growing, cum-bloated belly, they heaved air into their lungs and stared at one another.

“Gods, I love you…” Insika affectionately rasped, reaching up to caress the shapeshifter’s cheek.

Positively glowing, his cheeks going a brilliant crimson, Pharynx closed his eyes and pressed his cheek to his mate’s hand. “I love you -” he stopped dead, only then remembering they had an audience. Awkwardly leaning over and grabbing a pillow, he lobbed the cushion to the side and knocked both the camera and laptop to the floor. Only when he was sure they were no longer in frame, he leaned forward and pecked the zebra’s snout. “I love you too, but where’d all that come from?”

“What?” Insika croaked, lifting a brow. “The rough stuff?”

Pharynx nodded, savoring the warmth of the load sloshing around in his depths. “Yeah.”

The stud softly snickered and dismissively waved a hand. “You act like I don’t watch your videos when you’re not around. It’s not like I ever intended to be part of one, but the thought had crossed my mind.”

“I…Gods, you’re an idiot,” Pharynx flatly remarked, trying not to giggle.

“But I’m your idiot,” Insika sighed, pulling the drone into an embrace.

It was a rare moment of sweetness between them, similar to those which usually happened prior to or shortly after sleeping, yet therein lay the magic. The sweet complimented the spicy, the harsh with the soft, and so their relationship was made all the stronger by such exchanges. Though their personalities and looks differed wildly, all but making them polar opposites, the age-old adage held true - opposites attracted, and their love for one another was made all the stronger for it…