For six months Zebrica suffered delay after delay and setback after setback. Untold numbers of scouts and pathfinders had simply vanished in the Equestrian wilderness without a trace. Emperor Zaku fumed over the reports, the Zebrican scouts and pathfinders had seemed to vanish like puffs of smoke in a stiff breeze. Equestria had issued no prisoner exchange requests or ransom demands.

However many of these dark clouds had silver linings. Just enough scouts and pathfinders had managed to evade whatever horrors were hiding in the idyllic Equestrian countryside, and marked out safe routes of ingress. Quite a few had even returned with hand-drawn maps, or maps looted from a variety of civilian sources. These maps not only had avenues of ingress clearly marked out, but also had important landmarks denoted.

Zaku looked over the reports from the Fifth Zebrican Heavy Shock Infantry Brigade. They had been declared the Emperor's finest after the campaign against the Giraffians a decade prior. The Giraffians were a difficult people to defeat, they stood three times as tall as the tallest zebra, were twice as strong as the strongest zebra, and were extremely fierce and savage fighters. The three year long war with the Giraffians had quickly devolved on all fronts into brutal stalemates, or devastating, slow-creeping slogs, there were even places where the Giraffians had forced salients which stretched the Zebrican forces thin, threatening to break out and spilling Giraffian warriors across the Zebrican countryside.

Then in a move, that some would call genius, others would call insane, and others would say was desperation, General Zinc of the Fifth Zebrican Heavy Shock Infantry Brigade had launched a narrow attack through a gap in the Girffian lines. For a full day and night, the Fifth had punch deep behind Giraffian lines, deep into the interior of their lands. Because the Giraffians were forced to divert much needed warriors away from the front lines to try and contain the Fifth, this caused morale to drop across the already embattled Giraffian armies on the front. The Zebrican forces punched through in all sectors. Over the next seven months Giraffian cities capitulated one-by-one. By the end of the year, the Giraffian capital, Long Neck City, was surrounded and cut-off. After a few short weeks, Long Neck City surrendered and flung open their gates.

There was one small problem as Zebrica marched into Long Neck City that would turn out to be a very big pain in the neck, the ruling family and every family of importance had seemingly vanished into thin air. It had come to light that all of the major noble families and merchant clans of importance had sought asylum in Equestria. Zebrica had its prize, but none of the nobles and merchants to hold as prisoners to keep the Giraffians in line, so they unleashed their wrath at Equestria's meddling on every Giraffian city, town and village, looting and razing them. Every field was burned and salted. Every library was burned to ash. Every statue was melted down into coins or ground into gravel. A full third of the population was executed en masse and the survivors were carried away in bondage. Today every Zebrican noble house and merchant family of importance had at least one Giraffian slave.

Zaku smiled at the reports of The Emperor's Finest, the Fifth Zebrican Heavy Shock Infantry Brigade, had successfully maneuvered through the craggy passes of the Colt Mountain Range and were now marching on one of the four crown jewel city-states of Equestria, Manehattan. "Now we shall pluck one of the jewels from the crown of Equestria." He made a grabbing motion in the air to emphasize his words.

General Zinc stood atop the highest hill in Palisade Fields, one of a few high hills on the entire coastal plain. Ahead of him, the coastal plain of Palisade Fields sloped gently downwards to his prize, one of the four crown jewel city-states of Equestria, Manehattan. Manehattan was not a very large city, land area-wise, being only a few kilometers across at the widest. Population-wise, it was the second largest in all of Equestria, with only Cloudsdale dwarfing it. It was the second richest city in all of Equestria, with only Canterlot surpassing it.

Behind him, leading back to the Colt Mountains were small columns of smoke rising high into the sky. They were recently abandoned villages and hamlets that the Fifth Zebrican Heavy Shock Brigade had come across. The fields, whose stalks were heavy with grain ready to be harvested, and orchards whose trees were laden with fruit ready for the picking. On fence posts surrounding these fields and orchards were letters that read, 'Take everything you would want or need. Your stallions are going to need it.. Zinc knew a veiled threat when he saw it. He refused to allow the stallions under his command to take a single kernel or grain or the smallest piece of fruit until he had intelligence specialists inspect them for signs of poisoning or tampering. In fact they found quite the opposite, the grains and fruits were very nutritious. After much deliberation with his command staff, he decided to allow his stallions to take everything they wanted from the fields and then burn the villages and hamlets to the ground.

Something niggled and wheedled at the back of Zinc's brain. While they were moving through the craggy passes of the Colt Mountains, forward scouting and rearguard units had reported small groups of ponies were mirroring their movements through the mountains. As they came down from the Colt Mountains and into the broken terrain of the Hoof Highlands, he fully expected ambushes and prepared his forces to meet said ambushes, but no such ambushes materialized. When they came up on the villages and hamlets, it appeared that they had been abandoned just days before his force arrive. That's not to say everything went without any problems. Small groups of mares hiding in the abandoned houses or small copses of trees had sprung out and surprised isolated patrols. Nearby patrols who heard the shouting and fighting quickly responded, only to find that the mare were violently sexually assaulting his stallions. They were quickly captured and locked in cages. But what was most disturbing was that these mares didn't seem to be upset about being locked in cages, in fact it was the opposite, they appeared to become heavily aroused. The refused to wear clothes, and openly masturbated or ground the crotches on the bars as they demanded that stallions had sex with them. Some would vulgarly wag their tongues at passing stallions and pantomime inserting penises into their various orifices. Orders had been sent out to clearly demarcate with stakes and twine around the cages further than the mares could reach after a few stallions who had strayed too close had been grabbed.

When guards with truncheons had shown up to gain control of the situation, it had transformed into a boondoggle. The caged mares were literally frothing at the mouth and shrieking for sex. If they could've pulled the stallions through the bars, they would have. Dozens of stallions and at least seven caged mares were injured in the altercation that lasted over an hour. When medics arrived to tend to the injured mares, they had to be dragged back by their comrades as the mares, even the injured ones, whose injuries seemed to be healing quickly, had attempted to lunge through the bars.

This disturbed Zinc greatly. Yes, the ponies were known to be a randy species, just like the zebras, but this...this was almost bestial. Almost like they had captured rape gangs. Did Equestria empty its prisons of all its worst scum to unleash them on the Zebricans? Was the idyllic and peaceful ponies actually a thin veneer that craftily concealed their savage nature? Were there no stallions who lived in these parts, causing the mares to suffer year after year, and heat after heat, constantly growing more and more sexually frustrated, until the day they finally see stallion, they lose their minds?

Zinc pondered these questions and more as he held a pair of field glasses up to his eyes, surveying the coastal plain of Palisade Fields and his ultimate prize. Four rivers converged on Manehattan, and four satellite cities sat on the banks of the four rivers. Outside each satellite city was a patchwork of suburbs and farming communities. He turned his gaze to the East River, which funnily enough was the western most river, and on its banks sat the satellite city of New Yoke. He then turned his attention to the Hawk River, on its banks sat the city of Hudson. On the Turnpike river sat the city of New Guernsey, the only predominantly cow city in the Manehattan city-state. On the Bronclyn River sat the city of Neighport. If he were to capture Manehattan, first he'd have to capture those four cities in one fell swoop.

For the next three days, the Fifth Zebrican Heavy Shock Infantry Brigade, marched onwards. The gleaming skyscrapers of Manehattan and its four satellite cities steadily rose higher and higher. Each passing day, his troops were filled with a giddy anticipation, and even Zinc felt it, almost like electricity flowing in his blood.

As the sun started to peek above the horizon on the fourth day, the Fifth arrayed itself for battle. Zinc stepped up onto a hastily erected platform, behind him gleaming skyscrapers reflected the early dawn's rays. Raising his hands, he took in a deep breath and paused for a couple of moments for dramatic effect. Right as he went to speak the words for his dramatic speech, he heard it...rumbling, like waves on a distant beach, or rolling thunder from a far-off storm, or a far away earthquake. Then the wind shifted and it brought a familiar musky smell...arousal! Just like those caged mares.

Forward scouts came rushing up, faces full of fear and wild-eyed. Manehattan and its four satellite cities had just emptied, and its inhabitants were now rushing headlong at them. "It's a suicide charge!" Zinc shouted. "These ponies know they're doomed, so they rush across open ground in a desperate bid to break out! Battle stations!" He didn't fully believe it himself, even if they were all just civilians, just by sheer weight of numbers they'd break through and wreak a lot of havoc. The Fifth was a shock army, meant to press in fast and hard through enemy lines, forcing them to divert forces away from the front, not lay lengthy sieges of fortified cities and forts, or fight a prolonged battle against a force with superior numbers on open ground. He chose the city-state of Manehattan because its cities didn't have walls and the Fifth lacked any sort of heavy siege equipment. What they lacked in siege equipment, they more than made up for it with heavy armor and a plethora of brutal melee weapons.

Zinc was quickly ushered to his command tent by the command staff. Reports steadily poured in telling of enemy strength and composition. Coming from the cities were three million, primarily mares, but there was a smattering of griffon hens, cow heifers, and dragonesses. None of the reports spoke of them wearing armor, indicating that they were all..."Nude!?" There were also no weapons to speak of, the reports said the mares were carrying shackles, ropes, butterfly nets, and fishing nets. "What in the world?" More reports poured in, this time from the left and right flanks. Thousands of mares on each flank, also nude, carrying a strange assortment of odd gear as the ones from the cities. "Shit!" Just as he was about to order a withdrawal, a stallion burst into the tent, gasping and wild-eyed. His armor and clothes hung off him in tatters. "Sir!", he barely wheezed out. "Thousands of them! From the rear! Naked! Appeared to pop out of the ground! We all were pulled down, some dragged off! Some raped on the spot! Barely managed to get away! They're coming!"

"Shit! Fuck!" They were surrounded on all four sides. Zinc sprung from his desk. "Order all stallions to withdraw from the front and attack to the rear! We need to--" His words were cut off by the sounds of hoof-falls and shrieks. The stallion who had escaped the attack on the rearguard went wide-eyed and scrambled under the desk.

A mare, naked as the day is long, burst into the tent through the flaps. She placed a hand on her hips as she struck a seductive pose. "My, my, my! Look at what we've got here! One-two-three-four-five-six, six strapping stallions!" She stood with her legs and arms splayed wide. "So who wants to be the first to fuck a foal into me? No holes barred! C'mon, before the rest get here. I'll even let you double and triple up."

Zinc snatched up his sword as the other stallions leveled their weapons at the mare. She pouted slightly and shrugged. "I tried to play nice." She stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled loudly. "They're in here!" Dozens of mares poured in through the tent flaps. The sound of ripping preceded gaping holes being rent in the sides of the tent, and even more mares poured in. The command tent broke out in a bedlam. Zebra stallions fought the pony mares for their very lives. The pony mares fought the zebra stallions, pinning them to the ground, and brawled with one another, to be the first to force themselves on the freshly captured stallions.

Zinc narrowly avoided being tackled to the ground several times by singles and groups of mares. He kicked one of the poles holding the tent up. The heavy canvas fabric fell, and he cut his way out with his sword. He crawled out and looked around. The stallions of the Fifth Zebrican Heavy Shock Infantry Brigade were running in a disorganized mess. It was a rout!

Zinc tried to rally as many stallions as he could, but it was all for naught. From all four sides were walls of naked flesh, screaming for sex, closing in as fast as they could run. So he ran too. All around him mares lassoed stallions, or scooped them up in butterfly nets, or threw fishing nets over groups of them, or corralled groups of them, or tackled them to the ground. He ran past knots of mares who were holding stallions down on the ground while taking turns to violently fucking themselves on their victims.

Zinc ran as hard as he could. He noticed that the mares had stopped trying to catch him, and were instead were circling him, herding him towards a tree. Planting his hooves, he readied his sword. If they were going to gang rape him, then he'd fight as if Cerberus' three heads were nipping at his hooves and who knows, maybe he'd kill a few of them first. An iron-like grip tightened around his wrist, pulling his arm to the side. Looking over, he saw a shimmering orange field surrounding his hand and wrist. A well dressed unicorn stallion walked out of the crowd, his fur was black, his mane and tail were a very light blue, almost white in tone. An orange glow surrounded his horn.

Zinc felt his fingers being pried open, and his sword clattered to the ground. The orange glow surrounded his body and he was forced against a tree. The unicorn produced a pair of manacles and bound Zinc's hands behind the tree. "Such a waste! Such a waste! I bet you've got a nice thick cock. If situations had been more civil, I'd be face down-ass up, begging for you and several of your stallions to just absolutely demolish me. But seeing as you zebras chose to be absolute boors, my wife gets to be the first to demolish you. What a waste!"

"Wife!? If you have a wife, then why aren't you at home knocking the back out of it instead of trying to get in my pants?"

"Ah, but where are my manners?" The unicorn extended a hand, to which Zinc raised an eyebrow. "Ah, yes, quite right." He patted the zebra on the shoulder. "The name's Black Polish IV. Husband and consort to Countess Carlotta von Hattan XVI."

"And he's gayer than a filly skipping rope in a field of butterflies.", a voice from above said. A well dressed pegasus mare descended onto the ground. She was wearing black cocktail dress, that if it hugged her curves any tighter, there would be an announcer on a commercial shouting about German engineering. Her coat was a pearly pink, and her mane and tail were a vibrant electric blue.

"No need to be crass, dear." Polish's face twisted up in an expression of disgust.

"Don't make faces, dear. It's unbecoming." Carlotta von Hattan turned around and lifted up her mane. "Help me with my zipper, dear?"

Black Polish sighed and rolled his eyes. Reaching up, he grasped the zipper fob between his fingers and pulled it down. "Well, I'm off. Got a hot date tonight. Kiss!"

"Kiss!" Carlotta peeled the black cocktail dress off, revealing curves so dangerous that they should have had warning signs. Under her dress she was wearing a barely-there black lace bra, and black lacy panties that were little more than a narrow strip of black lacy fabric attached to a couple of black strings.

To say that Zinc didn't feel physically attracted would have been a lie, especially when he felt his body's automatic reaction. But he also felt scared and indignant.

The mare unsnapped her bra, peeled it away from her body, and dropped it to the ground. Free from their restraints, her breasts drooped slightly under their own weight. Looping her thumbs through the waste and of her panties, she wiggled her hips as she pulled them down, revealing the electric blue triangle of neatly trimmed pubic hair.

Carlotta swayed her hips as she sashayed over to Zinc and dragged her hand down his breastplate until she reached his armored codpiece. "For days I've been watching you as you led you stallions down from the Colt Mountains. Such a strong example of male virility!" Her voice has a seductive purr, with a slightly dangerous rumbling undertone.

"Then why don't you free my stallions and we can negotiate? I'm sure that you and I can come to some sort of mutually beneficial agreement."

Carlotta let out a tittering laugh for a few quick seconds, then leveled a hungering glare at him. "Oh, if you zebras had simply marched into my city-state under banners of peace and sent messengers requesting breeding rights, every mare, heifer, hen, and dragonesse under my protection would have gratefully let every stallion under your command rut them until they were bow-legged. But seeing as your emperor declared such violence against we ponies, the princesses declared the ancient right of brood-slavery and cast a super heat spell on every female within Equestria's borders. That spell cannot be quelled with spells or medications. It wasn't easy to keep a bunch of horny mares affected by the super-heat under my protection from just throwing themselves headlong at your stallions." She undid the buckles holding his armored codpiece in place and roughly tossed it over her shoulder. She then ripped the front of his pants open, and began to fondle hus nuts while stroking his hardening shaft. "Oh yes! You are quite the impressive example of virility!"

"M-ma'am, c-c-c...*ahem* could I please implore--*slap*" Zinc's head snapped to the side from the force of the slap. Anger burned brightly in his chest and he grit his teeth as he snapped his head around to glare at the mare.

"Shut it! The impregnation device will only open its mouth from here on to eat food and drink potions." Carlotta turned around, bent over and flipped her tail to the side. Roughly grasping his shaft, she roughly pressed her slit to his blunt head until he forcefully entered.

Zinc attempted to will himself to get soft as the mare violently thrust her hips into his, but his body was no longer under conscious control as the primal parts of his central nervous system was currently in command. She he did the next best thing possible, and attempted to maintain a stoic demeanor. He swallowed hard as his breath came in ragged shudder, he was trying with all of his might to stifle any sobs and avoid giving this sadistic mare who was currently raping him while he stood shackled to the tree. This was a fight he was quickly losing. Tears welled up in his eyes and occasionally one would leak down his cheek.

Carlotta moaned and brayed like she was demon possessed, while she violently threw he hips backwards again and again, filling herself and spreading her inner walls with unwilling zebra dick.

Zinc felt a familiar pressure building. he was nearing climax! He prayed to any who would listen to not let it happen. But either the gods didn't listen, or they had sided with Equestria. Carlotta thrust backwards one final time and cried out as she felt hot zebra jism being unleashed into her womb in gush after gust. He eyes rolled backwards in their socket as she lifted her head to the sky and brayed to the heavens.

Covered in a heavy leather of sweat, Carlotta slumped forward and collapsed to the ground. The newly conquered zebra dick slid from her freshly fucked slit and excess semen dribbled from between its lips. All strength left Zinc's legs and he slumped to the ground, hung his head in shame and bitterly wept.

Carlotta von Hattan lay on the ground for several long minutes sucking air. She gathered herself up from the ground, brushed as much dirt off as she could and smoothed out her fur. "That--whew! That cooled some of the heat, but not all of it. We'll have plenty of time to further cool this super heat...but first, I did promise all of these mares. hens, heifers, and dragonesses that if they helped me corral you and claim you as my property, they'd each get a turn with you. Now I would be a bad steward if I went back on my word." She snapped her fingers twice and a chair was set up nearby. As she sat down, she gave a simple gesture with her finger.

Dozens of flames rushed forward. Zinc thrashed about, and kicked his legs, and begged and pleaded. Hands pawed at and gripped his armor and clothes, ripping them away. Fingers and talons and claws gripped his head and curled over his teeth, prying his jaws open. A funnel was forced into his mouth and a bottle of blue potion was poured in.

The tens of thousands of mares, heifers, hens, and dragonesses formed an orderly line, each waiting their turn to rape him, each holding a bottle of blue potion in their hands.

Throughout the remainder of the day, through the remainder of the night, and into the next morning the females one by one took turns raping Zinc. His tear had long since dried up, he wished his nuts had done the same. The potion had kept his semen constantly refilling and reinvigorating his body. He had no strength in his body to struggle any more, and his will to resist had long evaporated, leaving behind only one desire...submit.

Once the last of the females had finished raping Zinc, he was loosed from the manacles that bound his hands behind the tree. As several stallions and mares pulled him to his feet, Carlotta walked over, an ear-tagging device in her hand. With a metallic clunk and the sound of a crunch, he winced in pain as she affixed a tag to his ear that bore the Hattan family crest. She then affixed a gilded collar to his neck and attached a gilded cord to the collar. She gave the collar a couple of quick sharp tugs. "Come along, impregnation device."

There was a fading thought in his head to pull away, but his thoughts were dominated with a single command...'submit[I/i]'. He bowed his head and followed closely.

All across the city-state of Manehattan, zebras were ear tagged, a few as the private property of notable noble and merchant families, most were tagged as the public property of Equestria and sent out as the public breeding stock across the cities, towns, villages, and hamlets of Manehatten and beyond. The Fifth Zebrican Shock Infantry was no more. The Emperor's finest were reduced to nothing more than a lifetime of sexual servitude. No consent would ever be asked of them because the potion made it impossible for them to refuse.

A sad day for Zebrica, a glorious day for Equestria.

Author's Note

And so ends the attempted siege of Manehattan.

Will the Emperor of Zebrica get the message as to why Equestria has never been conquered? How many more Zebrican armies will disappear in Equestria?

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