Zebra Anthology

As she reluctantly removed her sports bra, revealing her modestly-sized breasts, Dash sighed. She was familiar with all the goings-on in regular spas, but the new health resort had a number of regulations she wasn’t used to. For starters, anyone expecting to get a massage had to be nude - secondly and more interestingly, the staff was entirely comprised of zebras. Shimmying out of her boy-shorts and panties, setting them atop the rest of her clothes on the nearby countertop, just beside a large standing mirror, she eased herself onto the padded table.

She would have been perfectly happy going to the La-Ti-Da Spa to have the tension worked out of her muscles, but Twilight had positively raved about the newly founded resort. Having received a complimentary voucher from her friend, good for one deluxe treatment session, she figured she didn’t have anything to lose. If the place had decent service, she may visit them periodically - if not, she could always go back to using her regular haunt.

Slightly uneasy about having someone look at her nude body, she attempted to console herself. There was no way they’d let any sort of pervert work there, and they’d more than likely been desensitized to seeing naked customers, so there shouldn’t have been any real worry - still, she couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous. As far as she knew, the only people who’d ever seen her fully exposed were a few of the Wonderbolts, since they had group showers, and the handful of lovers she’d had in the past.

Shaking her head, lying supine on the soft surface, she closed her eyes and awaited her treatment. Aside from the slight awkwardness of being in the buff, she was looking forward to a good, thorough rubdown. Being the fastest flier meant regular practice, and regular practice meant that it was rare that she wasn’t somewhat stiff and fatigued. She could have done yoga at home to alleviate the problem - then again, having an excuse to treat herself wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

It only took a minute or two before the sound of an opening door alerted her that she was not alone. Situated as she was, with her head turned away from the exit, she couldn’t see exactly whom had entered - not like it particularly mattered. Listening with one cocked ear, hearing the sound of heavy footfalls drawing nearer, she expectantly waited to hear what, if anything the employee had to say.

“Missus Dash, would you like your treatment with or without hot oil?” a deep, sonorous voice inquired.

“It’s Miss Dash,” she corrected, knitting her brow, “and, sure, I’ll try the hot oil stuff.”

“As you wish, Miss Dash,” the attendant responded.

Though she couldn’t see it, she heard a cabinet open and close to her right. Though she couldn’t be totally sure, since she hadn’t looked over at him, he sure as heck sounded like a giant. Listening to the stallion move about, wondering if he was sneaking glimpses of her behind, clamped her tail over her rear. Be darned if she was going to intentionally give him a peek between her thighs.

Staving off the temptation to turn her head and see what he looked like, the sensation of two sets of thick, powerful fingers against her back caused her to start. His hands were massive, easily gripping her trapezius muscles, and he immediately put them to work. Startled by the sudden contact, not to mention the sheer size of his grippers, she stifled a groan as his fingers sank into her flesh.

“You must relax, Miss Dash,” he purred, skillfully kneading and manipulating her upper back.

Regardless of whether or not his comment was genuine, it struck a nerve. Pursing her lips, fully intent to give him a piece of her mind, she turned her head. “Easy for you to say, you’re not…”

She fell deathly silent, finding herself at eye level with a thick, vascular obsidian length of stallionhood. Gazing in disbelief at his package, stunned by the size of his endowment, she was only eventually able to wrench her eyes off his loins and up to his face. Grinning down at her, bearing a shaggy mop of dreadlocks dangling from his face, he withdrew his hands.

“I’m not…?” he quietly pressed, lifting a brow.

Unable to concoct an excuse which wouldn’t make the situation more awkward than it already was, she slowly exhaled. “Sorry, it’s just that I’ve never gotten a massage like this before.”

“A traditional Zebrican massage?” he asked, prompting her to nod. “I assure you, you’ll enjoy it - that is, so long as you’re open to the experience. You must forgive me, by the way, I didn’t properly introduce myself. My name is Gusa.”

The rumble of his voice stood in stark contrast to his handsome face and friendly disposition, bringing a smile to Dash’s face - that was, until she unconsciously lowered her gaze. Seeing his bare nethers, immediately reminded that he was just as naked as herself, her cheeks darkened. Despite being flaccid, his cock looked to be the size of her forearm - no, bigger than her forearm. Grinding her thighs together, feeling blood rush to her marehood, she fought to keep her tail pinned to herself.

“Now then, just how hard would you like your massage, Dash?” he softly inquired, inching closer.

“I...I - uh - usually like it pretty hard,” she guiltily admitted, doing her level best not to eye his equipment.

Too amazed by the sight of his endowment to even consider her other senses, the aroma of his loins struck her like a gong. She’d smelled some pretty musky stallions before, especially considering the flight suits that the Wonderbolts used could be very stifling, but this was something altogether different. Her pulse increased, she drew a second breath, and her marehood grew moist, growing increasingly entranced by the zebra’s exotic and remarkably sizable package.

“Enjoying the view?” Gusa chuckled, as he meticulously worked the stress from her upper back.

Taken aback, Dash sensed her blush redouble. “Are all you zebras like this?”

“Are you referring to my stature, my endowment, or my demeanor?” he coolly countered.

She could have kicked herself for blurting the question, but it was too late then. Scrunching her snout, petulantly turning away from him, she did her best to ignore his captivating musk. Her growing arousal blended with her frustration, practically demanding she say something. Shifting slightly, she turned one eye up at him and glowered.

“I’ve seen bigger…” she muttered.

Even if it was a lie, she wasn’t about to let him have the final word on the matter. Praying he wouldn’t persist, hearing his snicker trail off, she made herself comfortable and focused on what she was meant to do - relax. Making a concerted effort to fixate on his hands, and the wondrous sensations they afforded, she felt the warm oil seeping through her coat and to her skin.

Though it took a bit of effort on her behalf, she was eventually able to shake the lecherous thoughts from her mind and enjoy herself. As her libido gradually cooled, an all-consuming contentment settled over her. To his credit, Gusa definitely knew what he was doing. Skillfully massaging his way down her back, moving around her to include both her arms, he only stopped once he’d inched his way down her legs and to her ankles.

As he withdrew his hands, he stepped back and gave her calf a little pat. “If you’d be so kind as to turn over, I’ll start on your other side.”

Over all the times Dash had been to spas, she’d never once had a therapist offer to massage her chest. Though it was a tempting offer, considering how exquisitely good he was at his work, she was reluctant to show off her bare breasts and marehood to him. Pushing herself up slightly, going to look back at him, she got a glimpse of her reflection and froze.

“What the…” she whispered, noticing what appeared to be black bands tracing her torso, limbs, and face.

Completely ignoring the stallion idling by the door, she awkwardly shimmied off the table, got to her feet, and faced her reflection. As inexplicable as it was, her entire body was covered in dark stripes - not only that, but she looked a bit larger than she had mere minutes ago. Blinking rapidly, with her jaw hanging open in disbelief, she cupped her bosoms in her hands.

She’d never had that large of a chest, sporting modest A cup tits, but her breasts had filled out to Cs or possibly even Ds. Turning in place, getting a better look at herself, she swiftly discovered that her entire figure had changed dramatically. Her hips were fuller, her tush more plump, and the definition in her arms and legs had softened to a degree. Feeling herself up, wondering if she was somehow in a dream, the colossal stallion stepped behind her.

“You were quite beautiful before,” he purred, caressing her arm, “but now you are simply perfect.”

Speechless, watching his hands wander over her shoulder and to her rack, she felt something long, hard, and extraordinarily huge press against her tush. Looking up at him, seeing him lowering his muzzle towards her, she nearly swooned. None of the situation made sense, from the beautiful giant and his gargantuan stallionhood to her inexplicable transformation, but she was mesmerized and wanted more. As his fingers glided down her abdomen and to her groin, sending tingles of excitement up her spine, she gnawed her lip.

“Perhaps I could interest you in a deep tissue massage,” he hummed, prompting her to nod. “Very well. Brace your hands to either side of the mirror, I want you to watch me claim you.”

Though she couldn’t find the words to reply, Dash did exactly what he asked. Regardless of if she was in some debaucherous dream or not, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so turned on. Stepping to the wall, she leaned forward, braced her legs, and pressed her palms to the reflective surface. Flicking her tail to the side, as the stud got into position, she arched her back and looked over her shoulder at him.

“Deep breath,” he whispered, sinking his titanic length into her.

She gasped and trembled from head to toe, nearly climaxing simply from the immense intrusion. The feeling of having him stretch her open, testing the limits of her depths, was astoundingly intense, yet not unbearably so. Gritting her teeth, unwilling to let him do all the work, she rocked her hips back and forced several inches of his cock into herself.

“Brave,” he huffed, shifting one hand to her chest, “but foolish.”

Tugging on her nipple, causing a guttural groan to escape her lips, he started fucking - not the slow, steady thrusts of lovemaking, but the savage plunges of a conqueror. Undone by her hubris, struggling not to climax, she noticed a twisted smirk split his snout. Even if she was in peak condition, unhindered by the added weight of her enhanced figure, beating him in a test of strength would have been impossible.

“Just give in,” he tutted, giving a particularly deep thrust that battered her womb. “Submit to me and the glory of being my mare, or are you too scared to accept it…”

“I...I’m not - Oh Fuck!” she howled, trembling uncontrollably.

Her climax hit her like a bomb, sundering her resistance she had and derailing her train of thought. Organic nectar gushed from her pummeled cunt, spattering to the floor, yet the stallion showed no sign of slowing. Securing his grip, rutting her harder and faster than ever, he lightly snickered in her ear. As demeaning as it was, the thrill of being utterly dominated by someone, and a stallion no less, virtually shattered what little defiance she had left.

Fondling her bosoms, whispering sinful promises, and even occasionally toying with her clit, Gusa played her like a fiddle for what felt like hours, though it couldn’t have been that long. Fighting to remain standing, having peaked two more times in short order, Dash began to lose herself. Weakly meeting his thrusts, desperate for more, her eyes shot to his face when he slowed to a halt.

“Or perhaps I was mistaken,” he sighed, languidly hauling his shaft from her. Leaving just the tip of his length within her, tugging just lightly enough to pull her entrance outward, he somberly shook her head. “I’ll have my leave and -”

“Wait!” she blurted, peering up and back at him. “I...I don’t want you to stop.”

Piquing a brow, staring down at her, he looked her in the eye. “If that is true, I must give you a warning. If you truly wish for me to continue, I will only stop once I’ve claimed your womb and sown the seed of life within you.”

“I want it,” she faintly stated, clamping her snatch around him.

Freeing his tool, lightly smacking her backside, he cocked his head to the side. “Then prove it.”

Taking a deep deep breath and composing herself, not wanting to come off as too needy, she turned to face him. The small room gave her perilously little to work with, with the only item large enough to accommodate any sort of amorous hijinks being the massage table. Taking stock of her surroundings, as an idea occurred, she backed herself against the wall, just beside the mirror, and beckoned him closer.

The second he took a step in her direction, she put her hastily laid plan to action. Her scheme was as brazen as it was foolish, bordering on the insane, yet it was the best she could come up with. Leaping at him, using both her wings and legs to gain as much altitude as she could, she slammed against his chest, locked her legs around his waist, and set him off balance. As he stumbled forward, smashing her back against the wall, she drew her tongue up his neck.

“Does that prove it,” she cooed, nibbling his ear.

All but balanced on his stallionhood, feeling the mammoth appendage nestled in the cleft of her ass, she gyrated on him. There was no way in Tartarus she was going to get pushed around by a stallion, no matter how big he was, and she was going to do everything in her power to prove it - sure, she may have been on the cusp of begging him to plow her, but her natural competitive instincts demanded she show him who’s boss. His hands shot to her rump, sinking into her then-supple cheeks, as he flashed his teeth at her.

“The only thing that proves,” he began, lifting her as though she weighed nothing, “is that you’re worthy of my bearing my foal.”

Opening her mouth to reply, feeling the blunt head of his dick come to her entrance, she was impaled in a single, brutal stroke. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as her womb was utterly crushed by his gargantuan tool. She’d hoped to have a moment to recover, if only a second to prepare herself, but she got anything but. Without skipping a beat, pressing her against the wall, he started rutting her like a rabid animal.

Grunting with every plunge, feeling her insides being rearranged, she clung to him for dear life. How anyone could endure such a merciless pounding was beyond her grasp, and she wondered if all zebra stallions were as fervent as Gusa, but it made little difference. She’d called down the thunder, now she was going to reap the whirlwind.

Her hands pawed at his muscular back, she inhaled his scent with each shuddering breath, and her lower lips were ruthlessly drawn out and jammed in with every plunge of his massive length. Though she’d climaxed several times such a short time ago, when he’d screwed her from behind, she found herself nearing release yet again - not just because she was ready to cum again, but because he demanded it.

In the face of such overwhelming carnal might, she was nothing - no, less than nothing. Long-dormant portions of her mind went alight, grappling with the shocking circumstances. She was being fucked like a rag-doll by the largest, biggest-dicked stud she’d ever seen, she was somehow covered in stripes, and her once fit physique had transformed into something more fitting of a porn star, yet she wouldn’t have changed a thing.

Her ambition soared, imbuing her with a strength she didn’t know she had. Flexing her legs, provoking him to fuck her even harder than he already was, she rhythmically tightened and relaxed her marehood around his pistoning length. While her efforts weren’t much compared to his, eclipsed by his herculean might, the gratification of proving herself worthy more than made up for the endeavor.

As she drew her tongue up his chest, giving his nipple a playful bite, he snorted above her. Considering his amazing performance, she had to do something to please him. Over the span of less than an hour, he’d delivered new, wondrous sensations that she never thought were possible, bringing about one mind blowing orgasm after another, prompting her to return the favor. Pummeling her cervix, hellbent on breaching her inner gate, he lifted her chin, leaned in, and locked lips with her.

As his long, powerful tongue pressed into her mouth, nearly reaching the back of her throat, her motions faltered. Yet again, she was reminded of her place and just how small she was. She was his toy, an outlet for his desires, and the best she could hope for was that she wasn’t found wanting.

“Your endurance and zeal are admirable,” he huffed, momentarily pulling away. “Our foal will combine our best qualities, having your tenacity and my physical might.”

Though she’d never given much thought to raising a family, the notion of bearing a superior foal was an exceptionally compelling one. A colt or filly created from her and the striped colossus would undoubtedly be impressive in every conceivable way, and her body immediately responded to the proposition. Without her knowing, grabbing his head and pulling him back into a deep kiss, a single, fertile egg began its pilgrimage to her beleaguered womb.

Alternating between brutal deep-dicking strokes and rapid fire pounding, he reshaped her once taut canal to suit his needs. It wasn’t like she’d ever fooled around much to begin with, yet she could tell that she was going to be utterly and completely ruined for anyone aside from the majestic giant. Feeling his length pulsing, realizing he had to be close, she tightened her legs around him.

She’d presumed he wasn’t going to last long, but he proved her wrong in the worst way. It wasn’t until she’d cum twice more, all but losing control of her body, that he finally reached his limit. With one final, unstoppable plunge, barging into her deepest depths, he grunted into her muzzle and came with the calamitous force of a tsunami.

She’d been on the cusp of breaking for minutes on end, barely clinging to her sanity, but the unbelievable influx of scalding foal-batter shattered her tenuous grasp of reality. Visions of her future self, heavily pregnant and more curvaceous than ever, assailed her. Throwing her head back, howling to the heavens, she was wracked with the most catastrophic orgasm of her life.

Weaving in and out of consciousness, with her limbs hanging limply from her frame, she was supported only by the wall at her back and the behemoth, flared stallionhood trapped within her. The sheer amount of ecstasy he delivered was inconceivable, making her question if the entire scenario had actually been a dream. Panting, peering down between her bosoms, the breath hitched in her throat.

Her belly had rounded like a balloon, quite literally inflated by the stud’s prolific deposit of spunk. The sight of herself, bloated and covered in sweat, tickled her imagination and caused her to giggle. Hearing him chuckle, she looked up into his eyes and found him smiling down at her. He really was an attractive, charming bastard, and she dearly hoped he was as happy about their obscene encounter as she was.

“I believe we both need to get cleaned up,” he grunted, wrapping his arms around her.

Stepping back, holding her to his chest, he turned and lumbered towards the exit. She hadn’t been sure what to expect, after nearly being fucked into a coma, but it certainly wasn’t to be paraded to the shower while his dick was lodged inside her quivering marehood. Clawing at his back, hearing the door open, she struggled to dismount from him.

“No,” he growled, grabbing her mane and pulling her head back, “you are now mine and everyone will know it.”

Apprehension tainted her arousal, coalescing into a degenerate string of thoughts. He’d meant what he said - he’d marked her, claimed her, more than likely knocked her up, and now he was going to parade her through the spa like a trophy. Aroused and fearful, filling her legs to clamp around him, she trembled with every step he took - not just because anybody could see her in such a compromising position, but because she secretly loved the concept of being an owned mare.

“Thank me,” he added, bucking into her and prompting her to mewl out. “Thank me like the whore you are.”

“T...thank you - Aaaaaahn - S...Sir!” she whimpered, sensing herself nearing yet another climax.

He’d broken her in mind, body, and spirit, destroying her to the very core, yet she wasn’t upset - no, she adored it. After so many years of searching for a challenge, someone who could best her, she’d finally been granted her wish. Bouncing on his cock, while he nonchalantly moved through the winding corridors to the baths, she submitted to him. While she wasn’t sure what he was going to do after they’d cleaned themselves up, she knew they were going to have a beautiful foal...