It was a hot a sun-drenched day on the plains near Saddle Arabia. The sky was clear with nary a cloud in sight. The roar of lions and tribal yelling could be heard in the background. The tribal screams were coming off a group of zebras chasing another lone zebra. The group of zebras all had the same design on the articles of cloth they were wearing; they had a stripped pattern consisting of black and red.
The lone zebra had on a tight dress which had spirals and a grey and black color scheme. She also donned jewelry on her legs and had strange green hair. The look on her face indicated that she was scared by the situation. She was galloping at a good pace but the group of zebras was on her tail.
The chase between the zebras dragged on for a long distance. The zebras had crossed through a small river and through grassy parts of the plains. They were soon nearing a wide gap which there was no going around. The gap went down for what looked to be miles and was too wide to try to jump across.
“You have no place to go zebra Delia! We shall do away with you and your pathetic tribe!” A Zebra with a buff exterior said who also appeared to be the leader of the group.
“Stop this! Your tribe is hostile without cause!” Delia said as she was pushed closer and closer to the gap.
The group of zebras all pulled out spears and crudely formed knives and pointed them at the single Zebra named Delia. Delia, who was on the cusp of plunging to her doom, was worried as adrenaline rushed through her body. She looked in the region to see if there was anything she could do to get out of the situation she was in.
“It will not go down like this!” Delia screamed as she engaged with the leader knowing full well she was outnumbered.
“Fighting until the end? Honorable but useless! You die know!” The leader said as he pushed Delia down the gap.
As Delia fell she closed her eyes and tried to come to peace with her fate. She knew she was going to die and there was nothing she could do. As she was falling down the dark and jagged chasm a red streak appeared out of now where and caught Delia. She then felt herself flying through the air.
“The spirits must be taking me with them to the farplane.” She said with a relieved tone in her voice.
“Not spirit, milady. Just a humble Courier Pony.” The voice said.
Delia opened her eyes to see a red winged pony carrying her up and over the plains. He had a smile on his face and big majestic wings. She looked down and saw the he had flown her away from the rival tribe. Delia looked him over once more to see that he had a blond mane and silver eyes.
“Oh my” she nervously said as she cleared her throat and composed herself. “Whoever you are I thank you. My name is Delia what is yours?”
“I am Draco O’Mally of O’Mally’s delivery service.” He said with a smooth voice.
After a while of flying through the sky, Delia told Draco what was going on and why they were chasing her. Soon they approached her tribe’s settlement. A crowd gathered as the two came upon it. The Zebra mares had on the same dress as Delia but did not have the jewelry indicating that Delia was of higher importance. The Zebra stallions had on little cloths that had the same design as the rest of the inhabitants.
The stallions of the settlement stood looking at Draco with their spears out. They seemed hostile in their demeanor, as they did not know why a Pony was carrying one of their own. As the crowd talked amongst them, a larger buffer Zebra trotted up and looked over the flying pony.
“Tell me outsider, why are you here and carrying my daughter?” The zebra said as he stomped his hoof on the ground.
“Forgive me sir, but I saw Delia here falling to her death. I could not let that happen to a lady such as her.” Draco said as he let Delia on the ground and began to descent.
Delia trotted to her father and began to explain what had happened to her. As she did, the stallions of the village surrounded Draco and began looking him over. They spoke in a dialect that he was familiar with.
“Kile ni mgeni kufanya hapa?” He heard one Zebra say.
“I am a courier pony here on vacation. I thought I would take in the sights and local culture. I do speak your language after all. I learned it at the Canterlot University.” Draco said.
Upon hearing Delia’s story the chief, who was also her father, came up to Draco just as he finished his explanation. The chief towered over Draco and was by far physically stronger judging from his bulging muscles.
“You are the first outsider to respect our people by learning our language. You also saved my only daughter. You must join us in a celebration. I insist.” The Zebra chief said with a hint of intimidation at the end.
A few hours had passed by while the natives grew enamored with Draco and his odd style. They laughed and played with him in the confines of the village. The village was littered with tribal houses built with sticks and twine. Poles with masks could also be seen sticking out of the dirt. Unlike the rest of the plains, the village had little to no grass coverage due to the high traffic of villagers.
“Come Pegasus Draco! Join in our celebration. A celebration of your deed to our people, as well as life, and the spirits!” The chief called out to Draco with a booming voice.
Draco followed the orders of the chief and joined in on the village’s celebration. The celebration consisted of dancing around and switching partners on occasion. After that, every villager sang tribal songs. When the villagers pointed to Draco he broke out in a song he usually sang at the Coco Bucko, a lounge club he performed at. The villagers clapped their hooves as Draco sang.
After the singing the celebration started to die down. Most villagers went in their huts and turned in for the night. Others were seen still dancing around or conversing with one another. Draco had decided that he would leave the village for the night and come back in the morning in hopes to see the Zebra he had saved.
“Going so soon Draco?” A familiar voice beckoned out to him. It was Delia who was standing at a hut entrance.
“Oh, why hello there Delia, I haven’t seen you since I brought you here.”He said as he trotted to Delia and the hut.
“Ah, yes..I have been busy with tribal affairs. Allow me to make it up to you. Come here.” Delia said as she pushed Draco inside the hut.
The hut appeared very plain with the exception of a candle providing light. The walls were hay colored and the floor of the hut was hard wood with a small circular carpet. The carpet was faded red with little floral designs on it.
Draco stumbled inside the hut as Delia started to massage his back. Draco let out a grunt of satisfaction. He needed a good massage, after the day he had. Delia slowly made her way south on Draco’s back until she hit a sweet spot.
“Woah! Try not to venture to far south Delia. After all I am a stallion.” Draco said as he laughed nervously.
“I know, this is my way of getting to know you as well as saying thank you.”Delia said with a seductive voice.
She continued rubbing south until she started rubbing Draco’s balls. She rubbed and stroked his balls until he got excited. Draco’s cock began to grow with each stroke of his balls. Delia turned Draco around so they were face-to-face.
“I love that face your making, its turning me on.” Delia said, remarking on Draco’s blushing face.
Delia then knelt down and began sucking Draco’s massive cock. She was making vulgar slurping noises as her saliva and his juices mixed together. Delia could feel the cock throbbing in bliss, and sucked harder and faster. Draco then ejaculated in Delia’s mouth and swallowed it, licking her lips afterwards.
“So, is that all you’re good for? Or are you up to round two?” Delia said as she took off her dress revealing her boobs and her dripping wet clit.
“Oh I think now that the lady went I think it’s my turn now.”Draco said with a devious smile
Draco gently grabbed Delia and laid her on the floor. He then positioned himself so that he could lick on her clit while she sucked his cock. Draco was a master with his tongue and quickly found Delia’s G-spot. Upon doing so Delia squirted in Draco’s mouth and on his face.
“Ah! You are so talented with your tongue Draco!” Delia said with a content voice.
“Why thank you Delia. I think it’s time I pull out the big stick.” Draco said as he grabbed his ever ready cock.
Draco then sat down and lifted Delia onto his cock. He started pounding her wet pussy hard and soft alternating every so often. Delia’s boobs bounced up and down as Draco pounded her clit. Draco then pulled out and stuck his throbbing cock I Delia’s anus.
“Oh~ not there, that is exit only my friend. “ Delia said as she panted.
“Trust me, Delia. You will like this a lot.” Draco said as he struggled to penetrate her ass smoothly.
Draco Continued pounding Delia’s wet asshole. He occasionally smacked her ass which gave her more pleasure. Soon Draco gave the signal that he was about to cum. Delia quickly turned around and faced Draco. She gave him a deep passionate kiss and pulled the cock from her ass. The action of pulling the cock out of Delia’s ass sent a shockwave of pleasure through Draco’s body. He started to cum all over Delia’s back and ass cheeks.
“You lasted as long as a stallion from my village. Such stamina you have!” Delia said as she collapsed on Draco’s chest.
The two then shared a bath together and fell asleep in each other’s arms. The two had shared a special bond with each other and knew that they would be friends with each other for a long time. The morning came and both got up to the sound of the lions roaring.
“I have to go now; my vacation is over and I must return to my courier duties. “ Draco said with disappointment in his voice.
“Do not worry Draco, Im sure we will see each other real soon. When we do we can continue our little fun.” Delia said as she waved goodbye to the red Pegasus pony.
