The Ambassadors by Ouash
 
                “Twilight! Hey Twilight, where are you?” Spike’s voice sounded muffled through Twilight’s closed bedroom door.
                The studious purple pony had been sitting on her bedside, reading up on some reference material about geography from an overly thick book entitled, Equestria and the World. Earlier in the day the thought had suddenly come to her over lunch that she had comparatively very little knowledge about world geography and had taken it upon herself to rectify the situation. After all, the smartest ponies are the most well-rounded.
Slightly annoyed at the interruption to her quiet time, she let Spike wait for a few more moments before responding. When she finally answered, she tried to hide the slight twinge of frustration in her voice.
                “In my room, Spike! What is it?”
                The pitter patter of Spike’s feet and tail could be heard tapping up the steps toward her room before the door swung open. He was clutching a tightly bound scroll in his claw, bearing a pitch black seal. “You got an official letter from the Princess!”
                Twilight’s eyes went wide and any frustration that she had previously felt immediately melted away into excitement. She leaped off the bed, letting Equestria and the World flop to the floor, still open to the most recent page she had been reading, a section entitled, “Zebrica And The Pride Savannah”.
                “Why didn’t you just tell me, Spike!” She giggled. “Oh boy, I wonder what she has to say… I bet she’ll have a special assignment for me or something! Or maybe…” She babbled happily for a moment, while Spike looked on, utterly indifferent.
                He said flatly, trying to talk over the unicorn, “Look, we can’t know unless you open-
                He was interrupted when Twilight quickly snatched the scroll out of his claws with her magic. She carefully undid black the seal and let it drop carelessly to the floor, before flinging open the scroll and reading out loud:
                “My faithful student Twilight-
                She paused.
                “What?” Spike asked.
                “That’s weird. She misspelled ‘Twilight’. I guess she’s not proofreading these letters! I’m going to have to write to her about that…”
                Spike obviously was not very interested in matters of spelling. He merely shrugged and waited for Twilight to continue.
                “Ok, anyway…”


                My faithful student, Twilight Sparkle,
                I have some very good news. Two days from now, we are expecting to meet four ambassadors from the distant land of Zebrica here in the capitol of Canterlot. As you probably know from your studies, these ambassadors will be zebras. They are not probably not very familiar with the area, and I would be very pleased if you could meet tomorrow and show them around Ponyville, in addition to finding them a place to stay overnight before they move on to Canterlot. They should be arriving in town at noon tomorrow.
                Please show them all the hospitality and kindness you would show a member of royalty, and listen to any of their requests. In addition, I ask that you not tell everypony in town about the visit. I don’t think the honored Ambassadors would like to be mobbed by curious ponies. Thank you very much for your honorance of my wishes.
Princess Celestia


                Twilight scrunched up her nose and read the last sentence again. “Spike, ‘honorance’ isn’t a word, right? The Princess is really letting her writing slip, don’t you think?”
Once again, Spike’s level of caring was limited to a raised eyebrow and another dismissive shrug. “I dunno Twilight. But she’s the Princess. Maybe she just wants to coin a new word. Besides, what’s more important is the rest of the letter! I’ve never met somebody from a different country before! This is gonna be really awesome!”
                “Oh Spike,” Twilight chuckled. “Of course you have. You’re forgetting about Zecora! Oh boy… I can’t wait to tell everyone! I bet Pinkie would be able to set up a welcoming party for them… Oh! And I have to learn all about zebra culture! There’s so much I don’t know!”
Spike shifted from one leg to the other, and put a claw to his chin in thought. “You know, that makes me think. These are important guests, right? What if you tell Pinkie and she, I don’t know… Offends them or something? You said yourself you don’t know much about zebra culture.”
                Twilight stopped her gushing for a moment and now she too placed a hoof pensively to her chin. She quickly flashed back to the impromptu party that trashed the library on her first day in Ponyville, and the party for Gilda that ended in disaster. Then, the perfect idea came to her. It was still only just after noon, so she would have plenty of time.
                “You’re right, Spike. That’s why I’m going to pay a visit to Zecora! I’m sure she’ll be able to tell me all about zebra tradition. And I’m sure she’ll be happy about the prospect of seeing some of her own kind!”
                “Cool!” Spike said. “I’ll come along!”
                “Sorry Spike, but I need you to tidy up the library. I think we’ll just have a small get-together here for the ambassadors and my friends. We don’t need all of Ponyville going bothering them, like Princess Celestia said. Besides, it would be convenient for them to just stay here overnight. I’ll need you to put back all the books, clear all the clutter, and get some extra sheets and pillows and make up a place in the main room for them…”
                Twilight listed off several other tasks for Spike to do. Spike looked initially as though he was going to protest, but instead solemnly grabbed a quill and parchment and began writing down a list of things they would need to do in order to properly receive the official Zebrica ambassadors. After she was satisfied that Spike knew what he had to do, she set out toward the Everfree Forest.
 
                It was a beautiful day outside, and she mentally reminded herself to talk to Rainbow Dash and make sure the weather tomorrow would be extra nice for their honored guests.
                The sun and warmth quickly gave way to cool shadows as she entered the Everfree Forest. A cooler stillness permeated the scenery. Though Twilight realized there was danger to be found in the Everfree Forest, she could not help but recognize that there was a certain element of peacefulness and beauty to the place as well.  Strange, colorful plants that could not be found anywhere else in Equestria danced along the length of the familiar path that led to Zecora’s hut.
                If she did not know she would miss her friends and books so much, she might consider “going native” and living like the zebras do! She chuckled as a silly image of herself in tribal paint flashed into her mind.
                Before she knew it, she had arrived at the Zecora’s hut. She peered in the window and was happy to see that the zebra was inside busying herself with, what else, some kind of brew. She trotted around back and knocked on the door. After some shuffling from within, it swung open to reveal Zecora standing there.
                Seeing Twilight, she smiled. “Why it is Twilight Sparkle before my eyes! Tell me, to what do I owe this lovely surprise?”
                After being beckoned forward, Twilight, returning the smile, stepped inside the hut.
                “Well, Zecora, I was wondering if you could help me out with something.”
                “Of course I can help you, my good friend. To do so I would go to the Earth’s end!”
                Twilight chuckled. “Well, it’s not a big deal really. I just wanted to know a little bit about your homeland in Zebrica and what zebra culture is like.” Twilight indicated the books piled along the wall, all with covers in a different language, and the strange masks that hung on the wall above them.
                “About these old relics, you wish to know? Perhaps may I ask as to why that is so?” Zecora nodded toward the books and masks.
                “Well, not about those, really. More about what life is like where you’re from. What are the zebra like in Zebrica? What kind of traditions do you have?”
                Zecora seemed a little taken aback, and shifted on her hooves. She seemed to stare off into space for a moment, before sitting down on a furry rug nearby. She looked up at Twilight.
                “It is a complex question that you ask, though I will be willing to help you with this task. But I do not believe I understand. If you told me why you must know, perhaps it would give me a hand.”
                “Sure, that’s easy. You see, there are some zebra ambassadors coming to Canterlot in a few days, and they’re going to be stopping in Ponyville tomorrow. The Princess has asked me to meet them and find them a place to stay. I wanted to make sure I could help them feel at home and not offend them or anything.”
                Zecora stood up abruptly. She seemed to tower over Twilight with an entirely new, grave demeanor, and the expression she wore was severe.
                “No, that’s not possible! They can’t! Twilight, I want nothing to do with this!”
Twilight was shocked at the reaction. Zecora had not only stopped her usual playful rhyming, but the deep, sultriness of her voice had dropped away entirely. It was almost like she was in a panic.
                “Zecora,” Twilight began. “What do you-
                “Where I come from is a terrible place. You must have nothing to do with these zebras, do you understand Twilight Sparkle? Just turn them away!”
                “Zecora!” Twilight could feel herself getting frustrated. “I can’t just do that! The Princess herself asked me to receive them with hospitality and kindness! What is wrong with you?”
                “There are a great many things I could tell you about my native land,” Zecora seemed to have shrunk back into a calmer state. She was still breathing heavily, and her voice was almost pained. “But I will save you the time and simply say that there was a reason I left. I have nothing more to say about the matter. Now will you please kindly leave me alone?”
                Zecora thrust a hoof toward the door. Twilight just stood there, dumbfounded at this development, and stared at Zecora. After a moment, Zecora’s expression hardened, and her eyes narrowed. She stared right back at Twilight, waiting for her request to be followed. Slowly, Twilight turned around and walked toward the door. She glanced behind once she reached the threshold to take one last look at a Zecora that was scarily different from the one she had known. The expression on her face was beginning to soften now, but Twilight thought she could make out the hint of a tear forming before she finally stepped outside into the forest.
 
                After making the trip back to the library, she was happy to find Spike had made good headway on all of her requested arrangements. Inevitably, he wanted to know how the visit with Zecora went. Twilight Sparkle was not quite sure about it herself, so she brushed it off with a simple, “It went fine.” The thought suddenly struck her that she had not written Princess Celestia back to tell her that she agreed to the assignment.
                “I can’t believe I forgot! Spike, hurry up and take a note!”
                Spike produced a quill and parchment from a nearby desk drawer and got ready to write. Twilight began to dictate, pacing up and down the room:
                “Dear Princess Celestia, I would be honored to receive these esteemed guests. I am currently in the process of making preparations for their visit. I apologize for not responding earlier, but I was so excited that I had to get started right away. I promise to have everything ready by noon tomorrow. Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle. PS: I noticed you made a few mistakes in your last letter, and-
                Spike cut her off, shooting her a disapproving look. “You don’t really want me to criticize the Princess’ grammar, do you?”
                “C’mon Spike,” Twilight huffed, stopping her pacing. “She’s my teacher, not to mention the Princess for goodness’ sake! She needs to set a good example with her writing!”
                Spike didn’t seem convinced, but nodded his head slowly and looked down to continue writing.
                “Now, as I was saying,” Twilight continued, starting to pace again. “I noticed you made a few mistakes in your last letter and I know you would want to be corrected. I’m sending back a copy of the letter with the mistakes circled. Please try to be more careful in your writing!”
                “Oh brother…” Spike muttered. “Is that it?”
                “I suppose so, Spike.” With a glow of her horn, Twilight levitated the old letter over to her, and after making a few circles and notations, sent it over to Spike to be bundled with her newly written letter. “Go ahead and send them.”
                Spike held them both out at the tip of one claw, and took in a huge breath. Upon releasing it, however, something was different. There was a brief flash of the emerald flame that was always produced when Spike used the sending spell, but it quickly twisted into a pure black puff of smoke, which consumed the letter. When the smoke cleared, the letter was gone. Twilight was shocked, and her first instinct was to think something had gone wrong.
                “Spike, what did you do?” She shouted. “Did you burn my letter up?”
Spike looked just as shocked as Twilight. “I dunno… I did the spell just like always. I know I didn’t burn it. I can tell the difference between the sending spell and regular fire breath, I promise!”
                Twilight frowned. “Well, I guess it must have been sent then... Oh well, I’ll write another one later just to make sure everything went through. Back to work Spike, I need to go tell my friends about tomorrow and get a few more things ready!”
                
                That night, after a busy day of preparing to meet the zebra ambassadors with her friends and buying a new book on zebra culture, Twilight settled into the warm, starry sheets of her bed. A lit candle sat on her night table, its small light illuminating the room just enough for her to see her new book, which she had already read more than half of. Too excited to sleep, and too impassioned by the amazing things she read about zebra clothing and culture, she stayed up late into the night and read on and on.
                Eventually, she could no longer keep her eyes open, and she was forced to blow out the candle and close the book with only three-quarters finished. She drifted off into a heavy sleep, anticipating the day tomorrow. She had practically forgotten all about the visit with Zecora.
 
                At midday the next morning, Twilight and her five friends were all lined up at the entrance to Ponyville. To keep things simple, she had only told her five friends about the letter and the visit. She figured there was a probably a lot of wisdom in what Celestia said about curious Ponyville inhabitants souring the visit.
                “I heard native zebras are all really good at sports and athletics and stuff with their big muscles!” Rainbow Dash piped up excitedly, her wings flaring as she jumped excitedly into the air. She scanned the horizon for any sign of the visitors, but landed again after a moment of seeing nothing.
                Then, Fluttershy spoke softly from beside Twilight. “Um… I heard that… Nevermind.”
“What is it Fluttershy?” Applejack asked inquisitively. “Just spit it out, now. You gotta be more assertive.”
                After a moment of furiously shaking her head, Fluttershy responded, slightly more quietly than before, “Well… It’s not important. But I heard that… Male zebras have really big, um, you know… Nevermind.” She trailed off again.
                “Oh c’mon sugarcube, you can just say-
                Applejack’s eyes went wide and she stopped speaking abruptly as she realized what Fluttershy meant. Her cheeks went bright red. Twilight felt a twinge of embarrassment and her face went hot, blushing just like Applejack. She made a mental note to have a talk with Fluttershy later…
                Rarity laughed. “Oh my, what a thing to say! I suppose now we know where Fluttershy’s mind is!”
                Fluttershy sank to the ground and covered her face with her hooves. She squeaked something unintelligible.
                Pinkie Pie snorted with laughter and gave Fluttershy a nudge in the ribs. “What books have YOU been reading, Fluttershy!”
                Fluttershy responded with another unintelligible squeak.
                Pinkie Pie suddenly stopped laughing and stood up, alert. “Wait a second!” She put a hoof to her forehead and looked out down the road. “That’s them! There’s four big zebras!”
                “Alright everypony,” Twilight was beginning to feel butterflies forming in her stomach. She had to make the welcome absolutely perfect. She did not know what business they had in Canterlot, but it was surely important if they had come all this way, and she wanted to be certain nothing soured their trip. “Remember, be polite. In zebra culture it’s traditional to bow by bending your left forehoof. The right side is supposed to indicate disrespect, so don’t mix it up!”
                Applejack chuckled. “Oh Twi, I’m sure you don’t have any reason to worry. They look nice enough. Big fellas, but I’m sure they’re very personable. They’d understand if-
                Twilight shushed her. The zebras had reached the edge of town. “Be quiet, Applejack! We have to do this right.” She took a step toward the zebras, who had now stopped at the edge of town.
                All four wore no complex jewelry or markings like Zecora, but instead only carried small, simple saddlepacks.
                One of the four was shorter and lanky. He was oddly built, and he walked with a limp. Two were quite large and muscular, their muscles heavily defined against their striped bodies. One of them wore an eye patch, the other a large earring on his right ear. They were nothing compared to the fourth zebra, however, who was massive. He had a thick unkempt mane, and a long scar running from his forehead to his chin along the side of his face. This fourth zebra must have been the leader, because he stepped forward to meet Twilight. Her heart caught in her throat when she realized that he was more than a foot taller than her, from head to hoof.
                “Sirs!” She started, “Welcome to Ponyville! My friends and I are here to show you around today, and give you a place to stay the night.” She bowed by bending only her left foreleg, just as she had read.
                The lead zebra seemed more amused by her short welcoming speech and her curt bow than anything. He smiled widely, revealing a row of yellowed teeth. He turned to his comrades, and said something in his native tongue. All four of them reared up and laughed uproariously. The short, lanky one began babbling rapidly in this same language, and the eye patch zebra gave him a slap on the back and pointed a hoof toward Twilight. He said some other comment, and the four began laughing anew.
                Twilight looked from the zebras to her friends, confused. Her friends simply shrugged and shook their heads.
                “Um… what’s so funny, guys?” Twilight asked.
                The massive leader zebra stopped laughing and looked Twilight right in the eye. It made her feel very uncomfortable, and she automatically shifted her gaze away. In doing this, she happened to notice that he medium-built zebra with the earring had been starting blatantly at her flank the whole time. She blushed, and told herself he was just looking at her cutie mark, or she was misunderstanding the gesture. She resigned herself to ignore it.
                “You are Twilight Sparkle.” The leader zebra stated plainly. His voice was deep and had an air of power.
                Twilight’s gaze snapped back to the leader. “Er… yes, that’s right.”
                “You know about zebra culture! My friends and I find this very funny.”
                Twilight grimaced, thinking she was about to be even further embarrassed.
                However, the zebra continued, “Funny, but good. It is good to know zebra culture. Many ponies do not. You maybe will understand us better.”
                Twilight let out a sigh of relief.
                “Now we know you are Twilight Sparkle. But we do not know who are these ponies behind you. Please introduce us.”
                Twilight smiled. “Of course! With pleasure! This is Rainbow Dash…”
 
                During the rest of the day, Twilight and her friends took the zebra ambassadors to all around Ponyville and showed them the sights. They particularly liked Sugarcube Corner, where Pinkie had prepared a whole lot of free samples for them. They saw the Carousel Boutique as well, and many other shops. They were introduced to the mayor, who greeted them warmly.
                All the while, however, Twilight kept noticing them throwing blatant and perverted glances at her. Occasionally, one would walk past her and conveniently brush up against her tail or her side. She could not help feeling that this was much more intentional than she had originally convinced herself it was. Whenever they realized she had noticed, one of them would say something in their language and all four would laugh hysterically again.
                If her friends noticed, they did not say anything. They were probably trying not to start a scene or offend the ambassadors, which Twilight appreciated. She was almost a little flattered by the attention. That was the emotion she decided to settle on. It was a little strange, but totally harmless. That’s what she told herself, but she still could not shake the feeling something was not right.
                The day finally ended with all her friends accompanying her and the ambassadors at the library. Twilight reveled in showing the zebras her massive and perfectly organized collection books. She was surprised when they told her that, despite being political ambassadors, none of them could read. They didn’t seem to think it was a big deal, and when pressed, laughed it off.
                The lanky zebra with the limp did recognize the cover of one of the books because of the map of Zebrica on the front. This happened to be the book that Twilight had bought the day before and almost finished last night. The lanky zebra pointed it out to the beefy leader, who glanced down at it intently, his expression unreadable. He frowned after a moment, and turned his attention to Twilight.
                “Twilight Sparkle. This is a book of Zebrica, is it not?” he asked.
                “Why yes it is!” she said happily. “I’ve read through almost all of it. I wanted to make sure I was all studied up before you guys got here!” Twilight was obviously proud to be telling them of her efforts.
                “That’s our little egghead!” Rainbow Dash piped up from across the room. She seemed to be in the middle of negotiating an arm wrestling match with the earring-wearing zebra.
                The head zebra looked somber.
                He said, “Then you know of the civil war.”
                Twilight was confused. “Huh? I didn’t read anything about that any kind of war.” She levitated the book toward her and flipped to the table of contents. As her horn glowed, the head zebra’s eyes widened. He motioned discreetly over to his fellow zebras. Twilight was oblivious to this, however, as she was occupied flipping through pages.
                “I don’t see anything in here about a war! And it’s called the Comprehensive Guide to Zebra Culture and History!”
                “Maybe it is hidden from Equestrian ponies because it is… a very bad thing.” The chief seemed to want to articulate himself better than he did, but couldn’t find the right words. He continued, repeating himself, “A very bad thing. Many zebras have been hurt. Not as many zebras left in this world, now.”
                He then turned suddenly to one of the other zebras and said something in their language. The zebra nodded and dipped into one of their packs. After shuffling through some things, like a few scrolls with black seals, some tools Twilight didn’t recognize, and some pouches of herbs, he pulled something out. It was a wooden cup with waxy covering of some kind stretched over the top.
                “Enough talking of sad things! Twilight Sparkle, we now offer you something very special from the zebras. It is a very good tasting tea that is famous with the zebra. It is very hard to get outside of our home. We would be happy if you would drink it, in honorance of our tradition.” At his signal, one of the zebras offered the cup to Twilight.
                “Oh my, thank you!” she said, taking the cup gingerly. Suddenly, Rainbow Dash was at her side.
                “Hey Twi,” she said, “Lemme try some!”
                “Yeah sure,” Twilight replied. She pulled the covering off the cup and sipped down about half of the tea in one big gulp.
                To put it simply, it was NOT good. It was bitter and tasted almost like acidic backwash. She tried her best to keep a straight face. She didn’t want to offend the zebras.
                “How as it?” Dash asked.
                Twilight vaguely sputtered out something about it being “pretty good”, trying her hardest to smile.
                “Cool!” Dash grabbed the cup and downed the rest.
                The head zebra put out a hoof to stop her, and seemed like he was going to object, but she had already gulped every last drop down. Dash did a considerably worse job of hiding the horrible taste. She gagged briefly, then started to cough severely.
                “Um yeah… *cough* It was *hack* pretty… ok.”
                Twilight gave her a dark look.
                The zebras all looked at one another nervously. The lanky one spoke, pointing to Rainbow Dash. The chief nodded, seemingly in agreement. The two other zebras exchanged another few words before they too nodded.
                Twilight turned to look back at her friends, but they were no longer there. She wasn’t even in the library anymore. Where was she? She felt dizzy and sluggish. After a moment, she realized she was looking at a thick patch of trees. She was in the Everfree Forest…
                “Wha-?” she mumbled.
                As she began to regain her senses, which she hadn’t even realized she had lost, she felt cool dirt on her belly. She tried to move her forelegs, but they felt impossibly heavy. Her back legs were the same. As her vision cleared further, she realized that she was stretched out on the ground, her forelegs tied tightly to a large stake driven deep into the dirt. She could not look behind her, but knew from the feeling of rope digging into her splayed legs that she had been tied there too. As she began to realize what kind of situation she was in, panic set in. Her stomach found a new permanent home in her throat, and her heart started to beat rapidly.
                Suddenly, a striped leg entered into her vision. It was a zebra, the lanky zebra from before. She strained to look up, and saw his face. He was looking down at her with that same look she had been getting all day… A look of pure lust.
                He turned and walked out of her field of view, and heard multiple zebras consulting in their language. She took this opportunity to look around more, and saw that she was tied up in some kind of clearing in the forest. There were sparse patches of grass, but it was mostly dirt. Thick groups of trees imposed from all sides. There was evidence of multiple fire pits burned into the dirt. Apparently they had been staying here for a while.
                A loud thumping noise sounded and the head zebra entered into her view. He seemed all the more massive now that she was tied up and pressed to the ground in this vulnerable position. Her tail flicked anxiously.
                “I suppose,” he began, “that we owe you an explanation first, pony. Gozama, our smallest zebra, is adept at zebra magic. He sent the scroll to your dragon, and he stopped your scroll from reaching the proper destination. I find it amusing of you to correct my spelling, by the way.” He smirked, revealing his own set of yellowed teeth.
                However fast Twilight’s heart was beating before, that was nothing compared to now. She struggled frantically at her binds, but the rope was much too thick. She tried to concentrate on her horn, but her magic faltered immediately, slipping away like a bar of soup out of her hooves. All that came out was a brief, faint purple glow.
                “It is quite impressive,” the large zebra continued, “that you can even do that with your horn. The potion we gave you is meant to neutralize magic from the body and sedate the pony who drinks it. You must be very powerful with magic to even manage that much. The potion will wear off eventually, but we will make sure you get plenty of extra doses.” A small bit of insanity seemed to play on his face as he smiled even wider.
                Twilight gave a little squeal of terror. She was about to say something, but a rough smack across her face silenced her immediately. The zebra had struck her with his hoof. She recoiled at the sudden violence.
“Good ponies do not talk unless asked to.” He leaned down so he was right in her face, his rotten breath filling her nostrils and making her eyes water. “Now, I will continue. We are not exactly ambassadors, as you may have guessed. You see, the civil war in Zebrica left our population very low. Most of the zebra women were killed in the war. We now have many zebra men, and very few women. We cannot repopulate our lands because the men fight over the women. We have no zebra foals. And we kill each other yet. If the zebra is to survive, we need mothers. And there are many good mothers in Equestria.”
                Twilight’s eyes went wide with realization. Given what he had just said, it did not take a lot of intuition to tell where this was going. She felt herself start to sob and tears began welling up in her eyes. A million things flashed through her mind, a million ways she might escape, get rescued, or anything to avoid what she knew was going to happen.
                The zebra, seeing her reaction, ruffled her mane playfully with one massive hoof. “Oh come now, Twilight Sparkle, the educated pony. You know the zebra culture. I would expect you, above all ponies, to understand.”
Then she heard a scream from over to her right. She turned, and saw Rainbow Dash there, tied on the ground much as she was. A zebra was bending over her, something supported by his hoof… Twilight realized with horror it was his massive, erect cock. Ridiculously, her mind flashed back to what Fluttershy had said.
                “Please!” Dash was sobbing. “C’mon, please! Don’t! There’s another zebra in the forest! Her name is Zecora and I can tell you where she-
                Not listening to a word Dash said, the zebra bend down to his knees, his legs splayed on either side of her. His member must have found its mark, because suddenly Dash’s words caught in her throat and her wings flared ever so slightly. She turned to Twilight pleadingly. Twilight knew she could do nothing but return the look.
                Then Dash’s eyes went wide as she was penetrated by that huge black zebra cock. Her gaze was still locked with Twilight’s, but it seemed like Dash couldn’t see her anymore, like she was staring into empty space. He mouth hung open slightly as the zebra drove slowly but surely inside her until he was almost up to the hilt. Her wings had suddenly sprung fully to attention, eliciting laughs from all the zebras. Her face went beet red, and she let out one final, hoarse, “No…”
                Once the zebra was satisfied with his depth, he pulled out a bit, and then quickly thrust back in. Dash’s voice cracked as she gave a tiny yelp, but otherwise her reaction could only be gauged by the twitching of her wings. Now the zebra was thrusting in and out, raising and lowering his body rhythmically. Every thrust was accompanied by the sound of his hips smacking against Rainbow’s ass, and the tiny yelp that escaped her mouth afterward.
                At first, Twilight was so horrified she couldn’t look away, but she forced herself to do so as the thrusting became faster. She buried her face again between her outstretched forelegs, and tried to ignore the perverted sounds emanating from her right.
                The head zebra addressed Rainbow Dash: “You should try to enjoy it, you know. It is fortunate you drank the potion as well. We had only planned to capture the purple pony, but instead we got two for one!” He laughed, his guttural voice booming, almost seeming to shake the trees. There was no response from Dash, who carried the same vacant look.
The zebra continued, “I know you said you don’t like males, but a nice zebra cock will soon change your mind. It has worked every time so far.” He seemed to relish in this last sentence.
                Twilight attempted to speak, her head still buried between her arms, but it came out too muffled to be understood.
                The chief scooped a hoof under her chin and raised her head up to look him in the eye. “I assume you were asking permission to speak, Twilight Sparkle.”
                Her ears folded back in fear and her body tensed up, but she managed a rapid nod.
                “That’s a good pony.” He paused and motioned to one of the other zebras. Twilight felt the other zebra, the medium-built one with the eye patch, walk past her and shift around near her back legs. He was leaning down and… he felt his hot breath on her privates… She squirmed instinctively, realizing how exposed she was. But no matter how she did, she just couldn’t move into a position that didn’t leave her pussy on display. She felt hot just knowing how closely the zebra was looking at her…
                Then her attention snapped back to the zebra in front of her when he spoke: “You may speak, pony.”
                Trying her best to ignore whatever was going on behind her, she said what had been on her mind since he told her of the zebra’s plans. “How can you expect to… to breed…” she faltered on the word. What a strange way of thinking of it, she told herself. She continued, “How can ponies breed with zebras? That just doesn’t seem possible!”
                At this, all four zebras in the clearing laughed that same throaty, uproarious laugh.
                “Pony,” the chief zebra said, “we have been doing this for a long time now. We have run many scams and cons to take ponies for our own use. We have our ways. Zebras have the power of herbal magic, and Gozama is quite talented. A pony’s body and a zebra’s body are not so different, it is a simple brew needed to allow ponies to carry a zebra foal.” Again, the chief seemed very satisfied to be revealing all this to Twilight.
                Twilight’s inquisitive mind was about to press further, despite the incredible situation, but was cut short when she felt a sharp tug on her tail. She couldn’t tell exactly what was going, on but she assumed her tail was getting in the eye patch zebra’s way. Then she felt his nose run down her ass to the bottom of her slit, his hot breath stinging all the way.
                He stuck his tongue out and slowly drug it along her the edges of her folds, and electricity shot up her spine and into the rest of her body. It felt so strange and wrong…
At this time, she also became aware that the slapping to her right had gotten faster and faster as the moments had passed, and despite her efforts, her curiosity got the better of her. She turned to see Rainbow getting fucked violently by the zebra, her eyes now shut tightly and her face a deep crimson. She was letting out a long stream of little squeals, and her rainbow mane danced across her back with every powerful thrust.
She shuddered as the zebra’s tongue delved deeper into her now, and she could feel that wetness she always got during estrus season creeping between her thighs. She realized with horror that she was getting incredibly horny. As the zebra’s tongue delved still deeper and flicked in and out, up and down her pussy at a faster and faster pace, she felt herself getting wetter and wetter. Her breathing became ragged and those electric waves of pleasure became deeper and longer.
                The zebra behind her spoke: “It is good. We can do like we do to your friend now.”
                Twilight blushed even deeper, and she couldn’t help but concentrate on the image of Dash getting fucked. The slapping sounds, Dash’s squeals of unwanted pleasure, the thought that the same would soon be happening to her…
                She desperately didn’t want this to happen, but her body was telling her otherwise. She had never had a stallion before, and she knew Rainbow Dash hadn’t either. In her teased and aroused state, she didn’t think about how she would be losing her virginity like this, all she could think about was how much she wanted that huge black zebra cock…
                Once she felt his dick against her though, that all turned to panic in an instant. Her heart jumped into her throat, the bottom dropped out of her stomach, and suddenly heard herself pleading, “Please! Please no! Stop! Don’t do this please!”
Those sobs came back in full force, as she realized whether or not she wanted it, it was going to happen. And then she felt that zebra dick penetrate her. The sensations from the zebra’s tongue were nothing compared to this. She felt stretched and full. He was so big, and every minute movement sent her brain into overdrive with pleasure. She could feel the walls of her pussy twitching against that intruder as it pressed on, further near the limit.
She let out a hoarse, “No…” much reminiscent of Rainbow Dash’s.
                When she felt the zebra’s hips finally make contact with her ass, Twilight let out a small involuntary moan. She tried to say something, but found no words would come out. Her pussy was slowly stretching to accommodate the zebra’s girth, and once it did, he began to pull out. This was a whole new sensation, sending her vision blurry. She could barely believe it when she realized she was stretching her hips back up with his dick, her body begging him to fill her again. When he thrust back in, the pleasure was so overwhelming she could barely think anymore
                On her right, she heard Rainbow Dash, who had been suppressing her reaction up until this point, finally let out a huge moan. Twilight halfheartedly turned her head in time to see Rainbow’s ass twitching up and down violently, fucking the zebra’s dick all on her own. Her wings looked strained, and her mane was now totally matted down with sweat. Her teeth and eyes both clenched shut now, she was having a true, full body orgasm.
                The sight made Twilight’s pussy twitch. She realized how hot it was to watch Rainbow getting fucked… But no, that was disgusting! This whole situation was the most horrifying-
And her mind blanked again once the zebra started to thrust inside her. Her vision blurred once more, and she felt nothing but waves of pleasure as his hips smacked into her ass over and over again. It was so intense she briefly entertained the thought that she wanted to stay like this forever, and she became aware that she was moaning loudly, her tongue hanging loosely out of her mouth…
                As she felt herself approaching her peak, her body was telling her, wildly, that it wanted to be filled in every hole. She imagined a huge zebra cock not only fucking her cunt, but her ass, and her mouth as well.
                She heard the chief’s voice speaking as if from far away. She made out the sentence, “You are enjoying your zebra cock, pony?”
                Then, surprisingly, she heard herself moan out a wild “YES!” in response.
                Now that she thought about it, where was Rainbow, anyway? She wanted to watch her getting fucked again…
                And then that final thrust slammed deep into her pussy and the last, greatest wave of pleasure washed over her, and she felt herself arch up, her body shaking violently with the most amazing pleasure she had ever felt. As the zebra’s cock slid out of her and she finally felt empty again, she came down off of her huge orgasm and her eyes finally began to focus. She became aware that she had been drooling.
                All at once, her rational thoughts came rushing back to her. She remembered thinking she wanted to be filled with cocks, how she wanted to watch Rainbow Dash getting fucked, and all the other dirty things that invaded her mind. She felt ashamed and disgusted. She felt sore and used. She felt like she wanted to cry… what had that potion done to her?
                “Wha-
                She began to talk weakly, and then she remembered the rules…
                “May I please speak…” she said breathlessly.
                The chief zebra was smiling down at her. “Yes, pony. You may speak.”
                “What was that herb you used to make me… feel that way…?”
                The zebras all laughed their hearty laugh.
                “Pony, we gave you nothing to make you feel that pleasure. That was all you, you slutty little pony. Don’t worry, you’ll get that and better every day from now on until we can ship you back to Zebrica to become a mother for one of our zebra foals. What do you think?”
                From beside her she heard Rainbow crying quietly to herself. Somehow, this made Twilight want to cry even harder. She just buried her head in her forelegs and said nothing. Still, as her pussy ached from being penetrated so roughly, she couldn’t help but imagine how good it would feel to do it again…
 


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