Zebra Anthology

Grinding her thighs together, keenly aware of the drenched panties clinging to her groin, Mrs. Cake glanced up at the clock. For all intents and purposes, it was just another Tuesday afternoon. The bakery was quiet, going through the regular lull between lunch and dinner, and everything was as it should be - well, almost everything.

Nearly six months ago, after Princess Twilight had welcomed several dozen Zebrican refugees into Ponyville, things had started to change - nothing different, mind you, just subtle differences that were almost imperceptible. The zebras themselves, aside from being tall and a bit imposing, had actually turned out to be exceptionally friendly and generous; they’d begun attending the School of Friendship, taken jobs about town, and a few had even started businesses of their own. Everything had gone smoothly for Mrs. Cake, that was until one fateful afternoon.

She’d been minding her shop like usual, when she heard the front door open. Much to her surprise, after making her way from the kitchen, she discovered a group of young, striped stallions perusing her confections. They’d seemed friendly enough, with each respectfully greeting her and introducing themselves, but one of the lads stuck out - one who had his eye on more than just her baked goods.

His name was Katako, and she found herself immediately fascinated with him - not just because of his exotic looks, but because he was remarkably attractive and debonair for his age. Standing a full head and shoulders taller than her husband, utterly dwarfing her meager height, he was an absolute mountain of a stallion. Though he was too old to attend the local school, having only just turned nineteen, he both looked and acted much older than he truly was.

Before she knew it, she’d stricken up a conversation with her youthful visitor which stretched on for hours. They talked about his homeland, his upbringing, and even a bit of his culture, yet their talk wasn’t the least bit one-sided. Nearly everything he’d been curious about was predictable, ranging from how she got into baking to her time in Ponyville, yet his final final question struck her completely off guard - are you single?

She’d laughed it off at first, presuming it was some sort of joke, but his confused expression had given her a moment for pause. There was no way a strapping young stud would be interested in an older, slightly overweight mare such as herself - was there? Shaking her head and answering him earnestly, his crestfallen expression left feeling slightly remorseful for him. Even if he wasn’t serious, which she doubted he was, the last thing she’d wanted was to upset him.

As the afternoon dragged on, with business steadily picking up, he pardoned himself, apologizing for being a nuisance, and made ready to leave. Maybe it was out of sympathy, or perhaps some latent want to see more of him, but she’d told him he could visit her at any time, going so far as to say she’d enjoyed their little chat. Seeing his smile that afternoon, as he promised he’d return, was but the smallest portent for what was to come.

Day after day, like clockwork, Katako showed up at four in the afternoon. Some days, he purchased something - other days, he simply bowed - but every day, they talked for what felt like hours. After a month, seeing as how he’d become a regular and shown an interest in baking, Mrs. Cake offered her regular guest an apprenticeship at her shop. Mr. Cake didn’t mind the extra help, since jugging a pair of foals and work was never easy, so it seemed to be the perfect solution for everyone.

Unfortunately for her, she had no idea what she was in for. The casual conversation gradually became more and more flirtatious, with Katako wistfully musing on how lucky Mr. Cake was and how he would treat her like his queen, but that was only the start. Accidentally bumping into one another became commonplace, with the young stud inadvertently touching her breasts or behind. As badly as she tried to dismiss it, telling herself that it was simply because he was so large, the casual contact never failed to send chills up her spine.

As much as she loved her husband, the intimacy in their relationship had dwindled over the past few years. She’d practically had to beg him to give her the twins, after they’d fostered Pinkie Pie, and he rarely took the initiative to be romantic with her. Her life wasn’t bad by any means, yet finding herself in the company of a strapping, handsome, and very provocative stallion had rekindled her marish instincts and filled her head with all manner of immoral fantasies.

She’d tried to stave off temptation - sweet, merciful Celestia, she’d tried, yet it was an uphill battle. Though she’d never admit it, having hidden the evidence from her husband, she’d even purchased a live-cast sex-toy modeled from a Zebrican porn star. She’d hoped the marital aid would scratch her itch, serving as a stand-in for any sort of infidelity, but it simply wasn’t the same as having an actual lover.

To make matters worse, she wouldn’t be surprised if Katako would bed her in a heartbeat. The way he waxed poetic about her, how he smiled every time he laid eyes on her, and his subtle peeking at her chest or behind left little room for doubt - he was genuinely attracted to her. As silly as it may have sounded, she’d unwittingly employed a young, adonic stud who found her appealing. Lost to her thoughts, lingering behind the counter, the sound of the door snapped her from her stupor.

“Mrs. Cake,” Katako began, stooping slightly to enter, “I see you’re looking as beautiful as ever.”

She smiled and dismissively waved a hand, despite the blush creeping into her cheeks. Though the afternoon wasn’t much different from any other, with the bakery functioning as normal, it was far from ordinary. Mr. Cake had brought their little ones to visit the Pie family farm, invited by Pinkie, which gave her a rare opportunity. With her libido having reached a fevered pitch, spurred by the stud’s unwavering attention, she’d decided to see how far he was really willing to go.

“Could you be a dear and flip the sign to closed and lock the door? I’ve got a large order that I’m going to need your help with,” she instructed, sauntering into the back before he could reply.

There was no guarantee that her little scheme would even work, uncertain if the stallion’s talk was false bravado, but she was determined to find out. With the bakery to themselves, and her family out of town, there was no way in Tartarus anyone would ever know what she was up to, even if it didn’t amount to anything. Rushing to one of the steel-top tables, before her apprentice could enter, she bent forward and began rummaging around for nothing in particular.

From what she’d gathered, Katako had a particular fondness for her rather rotund posterior. She’d always been on the short, somewhat bottom-heavy side, a fact that had never sat well with her, yet she intended to use her curvaceous physique against the exotic stud. Contentedly humming to herself, swaying her broad hips from side to side, she angled her rear at the doorway and waited.

“So what are we…” Katako trailed off, moments after walking into the kitchen.

“What are we what, Hun?” she asked, glancing back at him.

She dared not look back at him, lest he noticed her flushed expression, so she persisted in her meaningless endeavor. Listening to his approaching footfalls, wondering what he must be thinking, the sensation of something against her backside made her heart skip a beat. It would have been impossible for him to inadvertently brush against her, considering there was plenty of room to maneuver in the area, but she had to be sure.

Shuffling back slightly, directly at whatever had touched her, the unmistakable feeling of a hand on her tush set her marehood tingling. There was no question about it, he’d simply walked up and casually groped her ass, a fact that simultaneously thrilled and terrified her. Taking a breath to calm her frazzled nerves, eager to see just what she would find, she turned her head and peered back at him.

Even in her prime, she hadn’t been much for dirty talk or being forward with anyone, which left her to improvise. Looking up at him, seeing his eyes wander from her derriere to her face, she grinned. “Are you going to stand there all evening or are you going to help me?”

“Are Mr. Cake or the foals home this afternoon?” he inquired, brazenly sinking his fingers into one supple cheek of her ass.

“I - um - well, no,” she sheepishly replied.

Without the slightest bit of hesitation, he moved his hand down her leg and stroked her inner thigh. “And just what sort of large order would you need my assistance with?”

“W...well, I...I was - Mmmmn,” whatever flimsy excuse she’d been about to utter fell short, as his thick, strong fingers glided to her groin.

Simply feeling his digits against her, separated only by the thin cotton of her panties, was quite possibly the most thrilling thing she’d experienced in over a decade. Subconsciously rocking back, rubbing herself against him, she knew he had to notice how wet she was, but she couldn’t care less. As he hooked one finger under her panties, grazing her bare flesh, her marehood winked.

“Is this an affair that your husband can’t fulfill?” he pressed, nonchalantly teasing her entrance. Before she could reply, pulling her undergarment to the side, his grin broadened. “It would pay for you to be honest, since you’re the one who asked me for help.”

The mention of an affair, while unsettling, did nothing to quell the growing flames of her lust. “N...no, I need your help with it.”

“I see,” he hummed. Freeing his hand and withdrawing his arm, he stepped over and ground his crotch against her backside. “And what exactly would this affair entail?”

Shivering slightly, as the growing tent in his pants bumped against her, her thoughts raced. Everything had been going smoothly, much better than she’d anticipated, yet she’d failed to comprehend just what she would do if things did work. Acting on instinct, she straightened up and turned to face him. Though she desperately wished for things to proceed, the vestiges of her reservations wouldn’t allow her to say what she yearned for - that said, she might not need to ask.

Without saying a word, she gently grabbed his wrists, lifted his arms, and placed his hands atop her bosoms. She was wearing what she normally wore at work, a simple blouse and apron, but her implications of the act spoke volumes. If having her give him a feel her chest wasn’t a clear answer of what she wanted, she didn’t know what would be.

“Such a gorgeous mare,” he sighed, slipping his hands under her apron. Brushing against her erect nipples, undoubtedly noticing her lack of a bra, he flashed his teeth at her. “Perhaps if you show me what you want, I may be inspired to give you what you need.”

“H...here?” she stammered, taken aback by the request.

He dipped his head once, locking eyes with her. “Here, yes.”

Not once had she stripped for anyone, not in any sort of erotic sense, which left her woefully unprepared for the moment - still, the excitement of being asked to disrobe by such a young buck was wildly compelling. She realized that she could turn back, could put things to a halt right then and there, yet her unrestrained arousal demanded otherwise. Shakily reaching behind herself, undoing the back of her apron, she stepped back and lifted the article up and over her head.

Having set the article to the side, she timidly began unbuttoning her top. Inch after inch of her turquoise flesh was revealed, unveiling her profound cleavage, as the fabric fell away from her chest. While there wasn’t much she liked about her body, being both old and somewhat overweight, she took pride in her rack. She’d had a generous bust for as long as she could remember, having developed at a relatively young age, and it wasn’t uncommon that she caught stallions ogling her.

Unfastening the last button, leaving the fabric draped over her torso, she meekly peeked up at him. She’d given him a tease, just the barest glimpse of her naked body, but that was just the start. As her fingers closed around the cloth, slowly pulling it open, she uncovered her bare chest. Lowering her gaze, embarrassed beyond belief, her eyes widened when they settled on his groin.

She’d realized he was likely well-hung, judging from his stature, but the imprint in his slacks was awe inspiring. Snaking down one leg, nearly reaching his knee, was an utterly titanic bulge. The swell in his pants was so massive that some part of her doubted her own eyes. If what she was seeing was his stallionhood, he was nearly triple the length and girth of her husband’s endowment.

“Tell you what,” Katako hummed, smoothly removing his snug t-shirt, “since you seem keen on getting a better look, we’ll play a little game. For every inch of flesh you show me, I’ll return the favor.”

“You want to see me - Oh!” she squeaked, as he reached out and fondled her breasts.

“Mrs. Cake, I want to see everything you have to offer,” he continued. Slowly leaning forward, maintaining eye contact, he hefted one tit and wrapped his lips around her nipple.

Stifling a gasp, watching him start to nurse from her, she could practically feel her vacant womb calling to him. Motherhood had been immeasurably rewarding, something that she’d grown extremely fond of, and it felt as though it had ended all too soon. Unlike a great many mares, who lamented the aches and headaches of carrying a foal, she’d loved every second of it - from the comfort of growing life within herself to the way her chest had nearly doubled in size. As she peeked down at him, while her free breast began to spontaneously leak, her hands drifted towards her panties.

Her hesitation to breach her sacred vows waned, wiggling in place and drawing the undergarment down her thighs. Husband or no husband, there wasn’t a mare around that could hold themselves back from such a seductive, virile stud like Katako. Not only was the zebra easy on the eyes, but almost everything about him was attractive. With her inhibitions pushed to the breaking point, fracturing under the immense weight of her marish needs, he pulled away and licked his lips.

“As expected, very refreshing,” he snickered, taking a small step back.

Peeking down at his crotch, wanting - no, needing to see just what he was packing, she rested her hands on the table behind her, hopped back, and seated herself. Her panties were mid-way to her knees, making the maneuver a bit awkward, but that didn’t stop her in the slightest. As she lifted one leg, pulling the limb up and out of the undergarment, she kicked the article away and hesitated.

It was one thing for him to see her rack, but letting him look at her sex was something else entirely. Having had a pair of foals, it wasn’t as taut as she used to be - that and she had a small, albeit relatively well-kept bush of fuschia pubes on her groin. Shuffling back, gathering her courage, she turned her head to the side, closed her eyes, and spread her legs for him.

A part of her wanted to see his reaction, but she couldn’t bring herself to look. Braced on the cool tabletop, with her hands at her sides, she quietly waited for him to say something. Each second that passed stretched on and on, growing increasingly anxious with every beat of her thundering heart. Just as it became too much to bear, the most wondrous thing happened. Though he didn’t make a single sound, he gave her more than she could have asked for.

Unlike when he’d started suckling on her bosom, the sensation of his pouting lips and hot breath upon her sex caused her to squeak in surprise. Peering down at him, past her mountainous chest, she watched him set upon her like a starved beast. As his tongue glided over her sensitive flesh, tasting her intimate juices, her eyelids fluttered.

Though she absolutely loved being eaten out, Mr. Cake rarely indulged her - even then, it was only because she would incessantly badger him for the oral affection. It would have been bad enough if neither of them enjoyed going down on one another, but that wasn’t the case. She knew he liked her blowjobs, having even videoed them on several occasions, yet he hardly ever returned the favor.

Humming into her, lifting his arms and grabbing her waist, Katako plunged his tongue into her depths. To say his skill was amazing would be an understatement. Clamping her thighs around to either side of his face, she rolled her head back and groaned. Exactly how he’d become so skillful at pleasuring a mare was beyond her, especially because of his relatively young age, but she wasn’t about to stop him to ask him.

Alternating between the licking, tongue-fucking, and the way he gently lipping her clit, she roared towards release in a record time. As she laid back, caving to her yearning for more, her hands sailed to her breasts. As shameful as it may have been, getting off to such a scandalous encounter, she needily twisted and pulled at her engorged, sensitive teats.

The breath hitched in her throat, her heart thundered in her chest, and her thighs trembled uncontrollably, as she crept closer and closer to release. Just as she was about to cum, with her bliss reaching a plateau, the unthinkable happened; the striped stud stopped and pulled away. The immediate and unexpected halt of pleasure was almost maddening, spurring her to shoot him a wounded, needy look.

“W...why’d you s...stop?” she panted, seeing him stand.

“Because,” he sighed, “when you cum, and you will, it will be with your silken depths embracing this.”

Moving back a hair, giving himself a bit of room, he lifted then rested his rigid stallionhood on her groin. The heat and weight alone were staggering, almost unbelievable, but peering at his length - heaven help her, it was like looking at an obsidian log. Nearly as long as her forearm, and just as big around, his cock was awe inspiring. Unable to tear her eyes off his godly tool, simultaneously thrilled and uneasy at the thought of him fucking her, she knew he was going to ruin her.

“Spread yourself for me,” he purred, slapping his dick against her groin.

Without a shred of hesitation, she shuffled back, reached between her legs, and unabashedly spread her meaty lower lips. Her modesty crumbled away to nothing, as he took a small step back and brought the massive tip of his length to her entrance. As the head of his cock kissed her marehood, he grinned down at her.

“Would you like me to be gentle or hard? I’ll please you however you see fit, considering the kindness you’ve shown to me,” he humbly intoned, lovingly rubbing her hips.

“H...hard,” she blurted. “I want you to make me feel like a young mare.”

He dipped his head and grasped her knees, pushing her legs back. “As you wish…”

Driving his hips forward, he hilted himself in a single, herculean thrust. The move was so sudden and intense that she climaxed instantaneously. Her silken canal quaked around him, tightly gripping every divine inch of his length, as her deep, whorish groan filled the air. She’d realized he was bigger than any stallion she’d ever seen, but the sensation of him filling her, stretching her confines like none ever had, was extraordinary.

Caught unawares, he effortlessly pushed her legs back, loomed over her, and started fucking her in ernest. Awash in ecstacy, quite literally pinned to the table, she struggled to comprehend the unbelievable turn of events. One moment, he’d been taunting her with his stallionhood - the next, in little more than the blink of an eye, he’d made her cum harder than she thought possible. Jostling beneath him, whimpering with every unstoppable plunge of his hips, she pawed at her bosoms.

Katako lifted his head while mercilessly rutting her, possibly noticing her attempting to move, and peaked a brow. “Please, allow me to indulge you.”

As he leaned in, gently biting her right teat, she lustfully brayed. Despite having just climaxed, as inexplicable as it seemed, it almost felt as though she was on the cusp of yet another orgasm. Desperate for more, yet wholly immobilized, she hungrily clenched her battered snatch around his jackhammering shaft. There were a million and one things she would have done to him - for him, had she been able to move, but those options had been stripped from her.

“God yes,” she blared, sensing her sanity slipping away.

Rearing back, bringing his muzzle to an inch from her face, he sneered. “Mr. Cake does not deserve such a beautiful creature like yourself, which is why I will make you mine.”

“I - Aaaaaahn!” Whatever reply she’d been about to utter died, as she was stricken with another wave of unfathomable ecstasy.

Uncontrollably squirting upon his pounding waist and thighs, making a mess of the tiled floor beneath them, she nearly convulsed in rapture. Even if she’d been able to speak, she couldn’t have brought herself to disagree with him. Within the span of mere minutes, he’d rocked the very foundations of her once happy marriage and made her question everything she’d ever known about sexual delights. Mewling incoherently, with strands of saliva creeping down her face, wished for nothing more than for him to continue.

Plowing her like it was the last lay of his life, determined to reshape her interior, he wolfish grin split his features. “Tonight - Nnnph - you will fuck your husband…”

Barely comprehending what he’d said, she nodded. It didn’t matter what he was asking her to do, so long as he didn’t stop screwing her senseless. Tweaking her nipples, coating her fingers in the rich cream streaming from her udder-like breasts, her eyes rolled wildly. She’d had sex more times than she could count, and even bedded a few stallions before she’d ever met her loving husband, yet the absolute size of the zebra railing her made her feel like a virgin again.

“Promise me you will take his seed this evening,” Katako grunted.

“I...I promise,” she wailed. Though she didn’t understand why he’d ordered her to sleep with her betrothed, he answered her unasked question.

“I am going to impregnate you with my foal and make you my mare,” he growled, somehow redoubling his efforts. “Once you bear me a child, you will profess your love for me and forsake that pitiful pony who you swore yourself to.”

In a dreamlike state, overwhelmed by mind-breaking rapture, she peeked up at him. “I will! I’ll do anything for you!”

“Good,” he snarled.

Time lost all meaning, as his unbelievable endurance undid her. She couldn’t count how many times she’d cum, with one climax feeding into the next, before he finally reached his breaking point. Nearly destroying her in every conceivable way, coated in sweat from the exertion of it all, he sheathed the entirety of his stallionhood within her and emptied his balls. The sensation of his scalding foal batter, surging through her cervix and into her ravenous womb.

Her euphoric scream tapered off, replaced by a silent wail of ecstasy. Her limbs went slack, her vision blurred, and the only thing her rapture-stricken mind could dwell on was her young lover. He was a god, the embodiment of carnality, and her life until meeting him had been an utter waste. With his stallionhood still throbbing, disgorging his prolific load into her depths, he hauled his length free and painted her entire upper half.

As he released her legs, he stroked himself off and smirked. “Now lick it clean…”

Obediently doing as he’d asked, Mrs. Cake awkwardly slid from the table, got to her knees before him, and started making out with his dick. She’d gleefully lie to her husband, bedding him and claiming the foal she would almost assuredly bear was his, if it meant getting more quality time with the stud - her stud. Locking her lips around the head of his cock, quite literally sucking the thick, rich jizz from him, she swooned. A beautiful striped foal would be the perfect way to start her new family…