Anon Visits Zebrica


                                            > You're in town, having a nice little walk with your mare, when you hear a sudden, squeaking gasp from beside you

                                            > A huge zebra stallion just mounted her, in full view of everyone, his thick, coarse hooves curled against her soft coat

                                            > You're still holding her hoof, your mouth ajar as his hips push gently forward, her body squishing to accommodate his form

                                            > You get a few odd looks from passers-by, but nothing more. It's part of their culture, after all.

                                            > In Zebrica, it's perfectly normal for stallions to partake of any mare that takes their fancy, regardless of their 'status'.

                                            > When a Zebra mare isn't interested, she'd make it very clear - a firm push, a stern 'no'. But pony mares aren't exactly used to this sort of thing, and by the noises she's making, your marefriend is absolutely fair game as far as her new suitor is concerned

                                            > You *almost* say something when he roughly bucks into her, pushing against you, making you stumble and nearly fall over, but the words catch in your throat

                                            > He lets go of her when he's done, pulling out with an impossibly long 'shlick' and a loud, wet 'pop'

                                            > She falls into your hooves, cum pouring from her stretched, winking hole - flushed, breathless, satisfied.

                                            > "I like this one. Where do you live, pony?"

                                            > Blinking, you stammer out your full address.

                                            > He nods. "I will remember. I would have her again."