A zebra hunter seeks the ultimate prey; beautiful mares. Reduced from trophy wife to mere trophy, Fleur de Lis has already been captured, but can his latest target evade him? And who is the other, mysterious female zebra who runs the plains?
A zebra hunter driven from his tribe for dishonorable actions now hunts the most dangerous prey. However when boredom besets him, he instead begins to hunt mares, his latest claim the delectable Fleur de Lis.
Intrigued by a traveler who arrives from another world, he strips the witch naked, deposits her in the wild, then seeks her too for sport, determined to break her in and add her to his collection of trophies.
However, another zebra roams the plains, a huntress with an agenda of her own...
Empty eyes stared back at her from the heads of beasts mounted on the walls. A variety of creatures filled the hut, taxidermy trophies of the hunter who had slain them. Fleur de Lis curled her lip at the sights and shuddered, arms drawn close around her shapeliness as the cool air tickled bare skin.
Swathed in shadow, the glints of light that caught them almost make them appear alive. Her heart raced while she shook away such nonsensical thoughts and reminded herself where she was.
Not that her master would allow her to forget. Firm hands tightened on her upper arms. She shuddered and stared down at herself, reminded of how vulnerable she truly was, her shapely nakedness fully on display. Standing taller than most stallions, the unicorn's skin and coat were alabaster, each voluptuous curve of the former model sculpted to absolute perfection.
Many had fought to win her heart. Fancy Pants had finally risen to the top. Yet to most she appeared to be a mere trophy wife.
“You seem troubled,” came the husky voice behind her. His musculature pressed against her slender back and ample buttocks. Firm fingers started to dance down her breastbone, until his palms smoothed over the supple handfuls of her breasts, the pastel pink wide nipples brushed over and teased until they were fully erect. She closed her eyes and involuntarily cooed low.
“I...dislike this,” she murmured. “To capture some poor, innocent girl...”
His hot breath tickled her inner ear. Despite her runway model figure the zebra stood taller still. He kneaded her breasts, traced her areola, pinched and twisted her nipples between a forefinger and thumb. Heat radiated across her entirety but particularly centered in her loins. One of his palms continued a plush tit while the other traced down her belly, over her navel, to her womanly mound where it came to rest. A finger rested over the slit of her labia, whose heated lips moistened and swelled.
“Does she remind you of who you once were? You don't seem to have much in common,” he mused. His hands spun her around but didn't release her as she was pointed to his cauldron at the center. He released her tit which bounced and wobbled, reached into a pouch suspended on his loin cloth, and scooped up herbs he tossed into the cauldron's soup.
A hiss sounded, there was a brilliant flash of light, and ghostly vapors rose as the concoction bubbled over. From the colorful miasma a window into the outside world appeared, plains dotted by the occasional tree or rock under a harsh sun.
“Even so. She's merely a traveler, is she not? Especially since you neutered her magic.”
He chuckled into her ear and continued to fondle her. “It's how I earned my name, Natural Selection. The most skilled hunter of my generation. But when I tired of slaying beasts, I decided to tame mares instead. Like you, my dear.” He squeezed a tit and a buttock to remind her she was his possession. That every last, supple inch of her fully belonged to him alone.
She whimpered under his caresses, still surprised at how tender he could be. His touch reminded her of Fancy, much to her shame, as her face burned bright red. She loved her husband dearly, but after she had been taken from him so long ago.... She struggled to hold onto his image, their shared memories, even as her body betrayed her despite her resistance.
A vision of his latest prize came into focus amidst the plains. She was a unicorn mare with platinum locks tinged in violet, to match her eyes and skin. The witch was shorter than her but quite shapely, as she cowered behind the shade of a boulder.
Fleur murmured between whimpers, “Have you...ah...managed to uncover her name?”
“Beatrix Belladonna. She likes to talk to herself. Or maybe she's merely delirious.” A cruel smile spread across his dark snout. A wild, lion-like mane trailed about his chiseled visage. “You need not be concerned. I do not wish to harm her.”
“But she will struggle. Just like I did. And many of the mares you captured have.” She had not met any of them, he had told her about other huts such as this one he traveled between, where he kept other trophies like her.
“And that will make my victory over her all the sweeter.” He licked his chops in anticipation. Hungry kisses trailed over her neck. A bulge barely contained by the tiny loin cloth pressed into the slope between her ample ass. Yet while he molded her in his hands, made her moan and squirm, his golden eyes were already focused on the next prize to be won.
Would she be replaced so easily? Had she started to bore him? And if so, why did that bother her so much...?
A breath caught in her throat once he undid the loop to his loin cloth and let it fall at his feet. His swollen member rested between her supple cheeks, rubbed between them, over the pastel pink of her puckered asshole. She hissed between her teeth and her heart-shaped clitoris swelled from her hood, shiny and moist as her pussy started to wink and leak down her inner thighs.
“Admit you want me. That you cannot live without me.” He nipped one of her ears as they flicked.
“Don't make me say it,” she begged and wiggled in his hold as her master continued to roughly molest her. She melted into his touch, putty in his hands as he traced over her hourglass figure and caused a louder, more shameless moan to arise.
A forefinger traced over her snatch until it was slathered in her cunt nectar. This he raised to her nostrils. “Sniff your arousal,” he commanded and she inhaled deep. “Like ambrosia, is it not?Imagine how it tastes.” He forced the digit past her lips, into her mouth, and she savored her own delectable sweet and tangy flavor, unable to deny the truth in his words.
“You like to tease me,” she wailed as his hand turned one of her pendulous breasts in a circle and tugged on a painfully stiff nipple. His other palm kneaded a buttock, made the flesh squish between his fingers, landed audible smacks on her pert white ass. His black shaft pressed against her twat, rubbed over it as it wept its lewd need over his vein-lined, throbbing meat.
“Of course. I know your husband couldn't please you like this. Civilization made him soft.” He bit her neck.
She cried out as her maw fell wide open and almost climaxed on the spot. Unable to help but breathe in his masculine musk, she winked violently over his cock, her moist pink pussy desperate to be filled. To be bred senseless to completion.
He teased at her entrance. Pulsed as his flared tip leaked its own discharge, ready to fill her sticky cunt. “Say it.”
“I...I want it,” she admitted and, after another hearty laugh, he pressed upon her feminine flower. A wet squelch resounded as her lips parted to admit him and his head invaded her slimy canal. She squeaked as he slid in, spread her wide open into the shape of his dick, deeper as he rested a hand under her thigh and lifted a leg to plunder her succulent cunt.
“Oh god,” she gasped as he sank in and pressed on her cervix. The final ring of flesh that barricaded her womb drooled over his length. She reflexively squeezed down as her pussy winked and milked him, driven by base instinct to receive his seed.
Her heated insides conformed to him, reshaped themselves to his impressive size. One that put even her husband to shame. She had always heard zebras were larger but assumed that was a mere rumor. Was it a byproduct of the potions he consumed...?
Her reverie was broken when he bent her over the cauldron, her hands settled to rest on the warm rim. His hands spread her ass wide open, exposed her pink rectum, and he spat down onto it with perfect aim. The saliva spread along the clenched ring, which he shoved a thumb into, his fingers greedily sunk into the fleshy cheek of a buttock as he fondled her flesh.
Her tits swung and bounced as he fucked her, one grasp by his other hand and squeezed. Her back arc as he bent forward over her, took her mane in his teeth, and yanked hard. She cast back her head and wailed as the slap of skin filled their ears.
Given no choice but to watch the scene unfold in the eerie greenish fog that danced in wisps before her, where the scene zoomed in on Beatrix as she scrambled for anything that could give her an advantage. Meanwhile, he hammered at her cervix.
“Oh...ah...” A sliver of drool escaped the side of her lips. She shrieked once his tip finally punctured her last defense, slid into her slippery womb, and slammed into its walls as he groaned, grunted, and his cock started to throb as his flare expanded and locked itself in place. Instinctively she milked him almost painfully hard, moaned like a whore, and squirted over his groin, ready to receive his seed. Balls deep from his last brutish thrust, they pulsed with a need for blessed release as he howled.
An electric tingle of pleasure spiked throughout her all the way to her ovaries. Blast-after-blast of his virile spunk slapped her insides, hosed every last inch of them down, as she continued to wail and drench his muscular thighs and crotch. Soon her eggs were drowning in an ocean of his swirling semen, her pregnancy assured if not for the contraceptive drinks he fed her.
Her belly swelled out like she was heavily impregnated by his discharge. She huffed and bit her lower lip, the corners of her eyes dotted in small tears. He landed a smack on her ass to remind her he owned him. She yelped as the barehanded smack left an angry red hand print on her buttock. Her pussy milked out the last droplets of his cum as they came down from their climax.
When he finally withdrew there was a pop from her gaped, creamy cunt as it leaked a mixture of their releases. His hand tightened around her waist and spun her to face him. “You want to prove yourself worthy to be my alpha, don't you?”
She lowered her head and meekly nodded, the vain pride she once carried herself with shattered by her time with him.
His hand cupped beneath her chin and lifted her eyes to meet him. “Then why not hunt her in my place? This is your chance to show me how capable you are. You used to be Fancy's secret bodyguard, and I'm sure some of that training must remain.”
“Me...hunt her?” She considered for a moment. It was true she would show her more mercy than him, at least. Her gaze focused on his and she sucked in a deep breath. “I...accept. Simply tell me what I must do.” Her fists balled up at her sides.
Few had known the truth. That her role was to defend her noble Fancy Pants from harm. She had been a spy in service of the princesses, forced to maintain her cover as little more than a pretty face. A sometimes tiresome role as stallions saw her little more than a prize to be won and used, while mares bristled with jealousy and resentment at her natural beauty.
That seemed like a lifetime ago when she met the hard stare of Natural Selection. Rough features lined his debonair face, his mouth drawn into a harsh line. His hand curled around her chin and cheek. “First, you must be made ready...”
*****
All sorts of mysterious worlds had been laid bare whenever Beatrix Belladonna decided to travel between dimensions. Gifted or perhaps cursed by her cutie mark, a swirling cosmos on her flanks, she had opened a rift between worlds and ended up in these plains. But before she had been able to explore much, a herd of wild animals had stampeded in her direction. The thunderous hooves had shook the beaten earth until it quaked and kicked up dense clouds of dusts as her blood ran cold.
Her hands and horn had lit up as she took a combative stance. Garbed in a pointy wide-brimmed hat, a cape clasped by a stylized eye bauble called the Prima Materia, high-cut leotard, fingerless gloves that came to her upper arms, and heeled thigh-high boots, each one decorated by constellations that resembled the coat of an Ursa Minor. She could have been an almost perfect copy of her mother Trixie Lulamoon, were it not for her different color scheme. A glow flared around her as she cast.
The illusions she wove distracted and misdirected the herds who scattered. The elements hissed from her fingertips and horn to strike the ground. She tried not to harm any of them directly, despite the way her heart hammered and she perspired.
“Go away,” she cried as her platinum locks and cape whirled behind her. “I don't want to hurt any of you!”
She noted many of these monstrosities were unnatural, creatures born of myth. Tragic animals spliced by magic into horrific hybrids, blinded by rage, but unfortunately she lacked the top level skill needed to undo their accursed fates.
At best she could try and soothe them with a balm from the hidden inner folds of her cloak. Or put them out of their misery.
“No,” she muttered. “I'd rather not. They're like me, aren't they? None of them asked for this.” She had been twisted indirectly by the Cult of the Nemesis, a product of the Necronomicon, would-be dark messiah and bearer of the Demiurge. In pursuit of her daughter Abadonna, she had decided to explore the realms to further her connection to her portals in hopes she would enhance her skills. Instead she was almost immediately tossed into another life-or-death battle, forced to react.
“Damn it,” she cried as teeth clamped around her cape's hem and nearly pulled her down. “Let go!” The garment shredded as it was torn away. Her hat whirled away in a burst of wind. But she had no choice but to focus on nearest assailants.
Her bosom heaved. Thunder boomed and lightning crackled around her. Screeches sounded as the mass broke apart.
“Who else?” Sparks and embers danced around her as she bristled with raw power. She boldly stared down the beasts as they retreated, unaware that from the scant cover of trees and boulders on the sunny plains she was watched.
An eye focused on her thong-clad ass. Her buttocks shimmered under the sun's glint. The blowgun took aim and a dart fired from it. “Yikes,” she yelped as the dart embedded itself in her meaty cheek. She plucked it and stared. “What the-”
She swayed on her feet and almost tripped as the drugs instantly entered her bloodstream. Her eyes glazed over and, in the distance, she saw a naked male zebra leap from behind a stone and tackle a monster to the earth. Within seconds it was choked out as veins rippled over his musculature. The animals dashed away from him as he battered his way through.
“Who...” She mumbled sleepily, eyes half-lidded as she toppled to the dirt with a thud.
The zebra cast a wide shadow over her once he stalked up. “You're mine.” He crouched down on his haunches and started to slide off one of her gloves. She tried to raise limp hands, tried to spark her horn, but could not summon even a minor spell.
“You...suppressed...magic...” She whispered deliriously as he cast off her second glove and started on her boots.
“Shush. It will all be over soon,” he assured her as he rolled down her leotard. Her heavy breasts were freed with a bounce, her supple mounds topped in wide nipples. He slid down her costume, her tight slit exposed to the open air.
“Stop...don't...” She bit her lip until it bled in attempt to stay conscious. A tussled mane framed her ashen features. He smoothed his palms over her tits, down the sides of her belly, traced her foal-bearing thighs and licked his chops in anticipation. Her limbs grew heavier by the moment, and her muscles further slackened, until blackness finally claimed her.
*****
Placed atop a bed, Fleur stared up at the ceiling and remained perfectly still. Meticulously her paramour dipped his brush into a bottle of ink and applied black stripes across her denuded flesh. She was to embrace the heritage of his kind, to completely abandon her old life. Through this process, she would become a warrior again, and draw first blood when she went on the hunt.
The black lines contrasted her supple porcelain skin. The tip of her snout was also darkened. “This war paint is enchanted,” explained Natural Selection. “It will alter your instincts, allow you to think and feel as we do, my sweet.”
She closed her eyes and settled in as he traced every velvet curve. Patiently waited for the ink to dry.
Sometime later he commanded, “Up.” She rose to her feet and stood before a full body mirror he guided her to. Taking a moment to admire her work, she posed, barely able to recognize the zebra mare who stared back.
Not only had she been striped, but her nipples and clitoris had been pierced, adorned by gold jewelry that glimmered. Gradually she spun and looked over her shoulder at her plush backside, smoothness over muscle from a lifetime of hard work.
“Kneel,” he ordered and she lowered herself to her knees. He presented his already half-erect black cock to her, let it fall and slap her on the face, where it rested over her snout and smeared some of its release. Using a cup made from a skull, he dipped into the cauldron, drew up a steamy brew, and drank down the bitter concoction with a gulp.
She took the head of his shaft into her maw, planted a series of kisses over it. Then she started to nibble, suck, and pull on his meat, which stiffened further as she finally closed her lips around it and started to take it into her warm, wet throat.
“I'll allow you to borrow some of my strength,” he stated and rested a hand on her scalp as he pushed her face into his crotch, forced her to fully sheathe his monstrous cock in her throat pussy. His muscular hips started to buck into her face, slow at first, but picked up pace while he spoke. “The brew invigorated my seed. Swallow it, and you'll be like a feral beast in battle.”
She moaned, sucked, and bobbed her head, rolled her tongue around his shaft, felt the veins pulse in rhythm with his heart beat. Her eyes glazed over. She devoured his salty taste, sucked in his masculine musk, until it became her entire world.
Repeatedly he savaged her throat, violently hammered it with angry thrusts, both hands now tightened around her skull as he clawed into her silky mane and fucked her mouth. Lewd slaps sounded each time his crotch met her muzzle. Grunts rose from the zebra, who flared his nostrils, groaning and clenching his chiseled buttocks as he stared ahead.
Reflected in the mirror was Fleur's voluptuous backside, her shapely legs spread wide in submission as her pussy hungrily leaked down her inner thighs. From this position her pastel pink asshole and cunt were visible in the glass, as they clenched with need to be filled. Her hands rested on his firm buttocks, unable to do little more than take his massive dick.
Finally he wheezed and his flared expanded, locked into her gullet. She gagged and shuddered, blinked back tears and came with him, pushed over the edge by the taste and smell of him, the feeling of dominance he so easily held over her.
He fired his virile semen directly into her stomach. It sprayed the interiors of her throat, drizzled down and settled, made her stomach bloat out a little once more as her messy squirts pooled from wild sprays of her winking snatch below her.
Unable to swallow it all down as her cheeks ballooned out, spunk exploded out her nostrils, bubbled, and popped. The sticky ooze swung from her nose holes and slid down her nuzzle. Her face burned all over, a similar crimson blush visible on her tits and buttocks, her entire body an erogenous zone as euphoria rippled throughout every last inch of her femininity.
She gasped once he finally withdrew and squeezed out the last drops on her messed up, slathered face. Disheveled hair hung around her as she relished his seed, swished it in her mouth as it clung to her gums, stuck between her teeth. She proudly opened her maw to show her work, gargled on it until her eyes rolled into her head, her unfilled twat still winking hard.
“Drink up every last bit,” he ordered as she swallowed down his seed. She wiped his release off her face, licked it off her fingers, prostrated herself as she lapped up the cum that mixed into the puddle of her feminine release below her. She closed her eyes and greedily dragged her tongue across the floor, lewdly slurped their mixed essences up with another mewl.
“Good girl.” He patted her head when she finished her last sip and raised her head to meet his stare. “You deserve a reward.”
He mashed his snout to hers, invaded her mouth. One hand clasped a gold hoop that pierced one of her pastel pink nipples, tugged on it far as he could to distend a luscious melon, while his other hand sunk a couple fingers into her snatch with a wet squelch and hooked up his digits to press on her spongy g-spot. She shrieked and burst her womanly dam on his grip.
His seed settled into her tummy. It burned with raw, primal strength. A sign the ritual was complete.
She rose and stretched her limber voluptuousness, smoothed out her velvet mane. As the mixture of drugs and his seed took effect, memories that were not her own assailed her senses, of an ancient zebra tribe who ran the plains in conquest.
Her palms traced over her breasts, along her stomach, over her thighs. The corner of her eye caught a spear placed among the tribal masks and jewelry carved of animal bone, the weapon adorned by brilliant phoenix feathers.
“A lovely weapon for a lovely mare,” he murmured as his hands rested on her shoulders. To punctuate it he nipped her ear.
She nodded once and hefted it into her slender arms. He dressed her in only a slim belt, little more than a firm string, lined with a variety of herbs and vials to aid her on the hunt. If anything, the sliver of cover only appeared to accentuate her nakedness even more, her womanly succulence on brazen display. Raging with female hormones she swore, “I won't fail you.”
*****
When she had finally reawakened Beatrix had no idea how long had passed. She was still on the plains in the middle of the day, alone and safely deposited behind a stone for shelter. First thing she tried was to draw a circle in the air to cut a nexus between realities, but like she expected her power had been repressed. Same with her attempt to cast a spell that would summon her clothes. She rested on her knees and shook the cobwebs from her head, then spotted a rolled up scroll nearby.
The witch unfurled it and read aloud. “Beatrix Belladonna, welcome to my home. I am called Natural Selection, premiere hunter of my tribe, and you are my latest prey. Items that will help you survive are hidden in the plains. Can you undercover them in time and survive? Make use of your time, because within the hour your first test will be headed your way.”
The moment she finished her read the enchanted scroll smoked. She tossed it aside as it burst into flame. An acrid stench filled her nostrils. “Charmed. Well, can't stick around here forever.” She hobbled to her feet, naked and unarmed.
Aware of how vulnerable she was Beatrix tried to think up a plan. Unfortunately, he held all the cards. She had no clues about her environment other than the little she had encountered so far. Would she starve or dehydrate before he claimed her...?
She stamped a foot and curled her snout, unable to deny the frustration that built up in her breast.
“What a sick hobby. Just another trophy for him to win, I'm sure! Well, I'll make him regret it!” She planted hands on her wide hips and stood bold with her legs parted, unashamed of her nakedness, unlike most of the mares the zebra had hunted.
Her eyes swept over the plains. She darted from one makeshift shelter to the next. Luckily it appeared the monsters were cleared out of the immediate area. For the moment her greatest threat was the sun which bore down on her bare skin.
Her breasts jiggled and knocked together each time she broke into a mad run. She winced and slid to the next rock, lost herself in its cool shade. Taking a quick look around her, she blushed, squatted down, and voided her bladder, uncertain she would have the chance later. Sure, she had spent much of her youth on the road with her mother, but she was hardly a survivalist!
The truth was maybe she was a little too dependent on her magic and tools to get by. Not to mention a little luck!
“Sister would be embarrassed for me. Probably my mentor, too. Don't want to let them down.” She sighed and prodded her butt with a wince, the portion of her cheek where the dart penetrated still sore. “At least I'm well-padded back there...”
Thankfully it seemed the lingering effects of the drugs had abandoned her, too. She searched her immediate perimeter for anything that might be used as ingredients in alchemy, but frowned when she realized there was little of use at hand.
“Sure could use an edge,” she mumbled as she impotently sparked her horn some more. Whatever she was hit with, it appeared to have disrupted her aura. Would it be permanent? She trembled at the idea of having a part of her permanently stolen. She clawed at her upper arms, shook away the moistness in her eyes, and refused to feel helpless.
Gradually over the next hour she made her way further in and kept an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. Perhaps there would be a marker or at least a clue of sorts where these supposed items were buried? Or did he just intend to fuck with her?
“Can't think like that,” she said aloud and pointed skywards. “Beatrix Belladonna will not be beaten so easily!” She refused to let down her parents, her friends, and especially her daughter! She would survive this, come out stronger, and return home!
In the distance another watched her haphazard movements across the scorched earth. The female silhouette, beneath an azure blue sky without so much as a stray cloud, hefted her stylized spear and moved in to track her hapless prey...
After what felt like an eternity of aimless searching Beatrix's violet eyes were finally drawn to a marked portion of the plain, partway concealed by a withered tree. She hurried over to the scarred x mark on the dirt and started to dig, concerned that it might be booby trapped but eager for anything that might offer her even a slim advantage in whatever was to come.
Clumps of dry earth came apart in her hands and were tossed aside. “What's this?” She unearthed a flask filled with an oily substance. Instructions were written on the side. “Apply externally to cool your temperature. Do not drink.”
Shrugging, she popped the cork and took a sniff of the almost odorless substance. She poured some of the glistening liquid onto an open palm, started to slather it on her bicep, and like stated it immediately lowered her temperature. Liberally applying it all over until it was empty, her naked shapeliness glistened, especially once she stepped back into the sunlight.
“Really brings out my sexiness,” she observed and struck a showy pose, hand on one wide hip.
The oil was not uncomfortable, and clung to her, bringing out the shape and size of the contours she was blessed with. A sigh of disappoint rose that there was not more for her to make use of, but she heaved her shoulders and moved on.
“No weapons? Afraid I might be able to win?” She studied the distance, certain someone was watching her.
Her ears perked from a rustle nearby. She spun wildly as a long shadow crawled over her. She screamed, tripped, and fell onto her plush ass with a yelp, legs spread wide to avoid the spear that thrust and buried itself in the earth an inch from her labia.
“You?” Beatrix stared wild-eyed into the face of her attacker, the pale unicorn covered in zebra stripes like they were war paint. She scrambled back on her pert bottom as the huntress hissed and withdrew her weapon.
“Stay still,” cried Fleur de Lis who leveled the tip at her. “All you have to do is submit and this will be over!”
“You're crazy,” called back Beatrix who scrambled to her feet. “Why are you doing this?”
“I must draw first blood,” answered the huntress who snarled and bared her teeth. She chased after the witch, aware that she could easily overtake her, but instead she decided to wear her prey down and tire her out so she could not fight back.
Born of desperation, Beatrix moved faster than expected, to the point where she surprised herself. Eventually she arrived at what appeared to be a lush jungle. “What...?” But there was little time to think it over as she hurried into the foliage.
She felt her nakedness more than ever, worried about what might crawl in this area. One venomous bite could paralyze or kill her. Flora rustled as she raised her arms to block her face and pushed through in a wild run. She panted and sweated, thundered on almost blindly ahead, desperate to put distance between her pursuer and seek shelter.
Behind her the huntress crept ever closer, like a cat stalking a mouse. Watching. Toying with her. The thin strand of a belt was hung suspended from a branch, as Fleur felt like an untamed animal when she hunted in the nude. She crouched down, pounced.
Another cry escaped Beatrix who was tackled into a river of mud. The huntress snarled and wrestled with her, their bare skin awash in muddy water that sloped down their curves while they hissed and struggled for dominance.
The witch squirmed as their slippery bodies made contact. Her opponent was taller, stronger, obviously well-versed in physical combat, while she had little practice in hand-to-hand combat and fought back with swipes of her nails and bites.
“Ah,” cried Fleur when teeth sank into a heavy breast. “You little brat-!” She backhanded her.
Beatrix twirled and landed face-first in the soup with a splash. She scurried back up, spit out a mouthful, and yelped as a handful of her mane was seized and pulled. She stumbled towards the bank, only for the weight of her assailant to press on her back as she straddled her and pressed her down into the shallow end, pinned in place as Fleur sat on her butt.
“First blood,” whispered the huntress who raked nails across her cheek.
“Ouch,” whined Beatrix as the thin red marks on her skin bled. “What's your damage, you crazy bitch?”
Fleur curled her snout and pushed Beatrix's face into the pool. She thrashed as the murky waters bubbled. “Don't you dare insult me! You don't know anything!” The huntress leaned over her, suspended breasts mashed into her back. Finally she whipped Belladonna back by the mane. Coughs and sputters rose from Beatrix, whose bosom rapidly heaved as she spat.
“Wasn't...a fair fight,” wheezed Beatrix who made a sour face and squeezed out tears.
“This is just the first round. To make certain you know your place.” She spit in the witch's face. Then Fleur's face softened for a moment, before she rolled her over, and suddenly pressed her moist, luscious lips to Belladonna's.
“Uh-?” Any protests were cut off as she was hungrily kissed and a powerful tongue invaded her mouth. Dominated every portion of it. Were it not for the circumstances she would have melted into the gorgeous super model's passionate kiss.
She was straddled by the huntress once more, this time atop her lap, hands clasped behind her head to hold her in place. Beatrix blushed deeper, eyes closed to slivers, and when Fleur finally withdrew Belladonna gasped, mouths still connected by a trail of saliva. She huffed her breasts, lost in an ambivalent sea of confusion and arousal, when her vision started to swim.
“More...drugs...?” She swayed, almost blinded as her senses dulled.
“Shush,” murmured the huntress in her ear. “Like I said, this is only the start. You must be properly trained to survive our master.” She lifted her slack body up, carried her onto the shore, and placed her atop the dewy grass.
“What do you...oh,” hissed Beatrix between her teeth as kisses started at her breastbone, and peppered down her, tickled her tits, the rosy buds of her perky nipples, over her stomach, down to her mound as her thighs reflexively opened to admit her.
“You're already so wet,” observed Fleur who stared into the swollen labia before her as she traced the moist, hot slit.
Despite how dulled her brain was with lust, the truth dawned on Beatrix, who cooed as she started to peck and lap at her mound. She wanted to train her. To make her stronger, and perhaps a better lover, too. “B-but I...”
Her breast arced as the tongue traced her crevice directly and made her love button swell from its hood. Fingers spread her pink, girlish flower wide open, the slimy confines slowly revealed to bare her most intimate treasures. Fleur sucked in her feminine aphrodisiac, watched her pussy swell as blood rushed into it, colored by an eagerness to be mated.
Long, slow licks traced her canal. They alternated both sides, then sunk lower, and traced her puckered asshole, too.
“Oh shit-!” Beatrix squirmed as she assaulted her weak points, caused her to squirm and grind her cunt into her face as her ass lifted off the earth. The tongue invaded her, split her pussy wide open as it impaled her, licked at her gooey, warm interior.
Lost in a haze of lust she barely remembered what was at risk. Only focused on a lust that demanded to be sated.
Her hands wandered to her own tits, fondled the squishy flesh as she tweaked her nipples. The huntress swirled her tongue around the insides of her cunt as it gripped around the playful, hungry intruder. “You're...so good,” she whined.
Her pussy winked around Fleur's muzzle as it buried itself cervix-deep inside her and used it to fuck her. Beatrix's juices dribbled into her mouth and ran down her chin, wet squishes resounding each time the huntress drew back and then slammed her entire muzzle back in. Lewd squelches filled their ears, painted nails digging into Belladonna's tender thighs.
“Don't...stop,” pleaded Beatrix who dug into her lover's mane and helped push her face into her cunt as it ground against her face. She humped into her, felt her lower holes repeatedly close down, felt a spark concentrated in her loins threaten to ignite.
Faster-and-faster her cavity was filled to full capacity, until Beatrix arced her body once more, cast back her head, and screamed. Her first spray overfilled her lover's mouth, practically drowned her as she was forced to close her eyes and struggle to swallow it down, as more surged around her nozzle, splashed alongside her chin, and slapped onto her plush pale tits.
She convulsed until her dam entirely emptied, slack and barely conscious once her orgasm wound down.
Beatrix's womanhood was still swollen and sensitive when her partner withdrew and licked her lips clean with a cocky smirk. This time the huntress opened her own legs, sidled up and scissored with her until they were interlocked pussy-to-pussy. Warmth radiated from their moist mounds, tethered by strands of their feminine arousal as their pussy lips messily, noisily kissed.
“Oh god~” Overstimulated by her face fuck, Beatrix tightened and came almost instantly. More squirts washed along Fleur's twat as she grinned evilly and rubbed harder, their swelled up clitorises rubbing as they glistened and burned white hot.
Her wicked smile widened as the huntress rose and dominated her, a hand clasped around a tit to catch it as they bounced. Wet smacks filled the air each time they bucked, pussies left to drool down their constricting assholes.
“You're safe with me,” assured Fleur between huffs as she fucked her. “Just submit to the pleasure!”
“I...I...oh...” Beatrix writhed like a slippery snake, their cunt meat mashed between them, sticky slips slathered as they rubbed about. She tried to think of her mentor and their open relationship, hoped that she would not mind her usual private dalliances!
A short time later she climaxed again, drier this time as her partner had all but worn her out. Perspiration soaked her oily succulence, as the huntress growled and creamed herself, trails of slimy, sticky goo leaking from their convulsing cervices.
For the finishing touch Fleur's clitoris ring worked its magic. The hoop encircled Beatrix's love bud, constricted it as the huntress swirled her hips and used the small piece of metal to help masturbate the moist little love button.
“Fuck...fuck...!” Beatrix pushed against her lover's tummy, so oversensitive by this point she chewed at her lower lip.
Mercy dawned on the huntress who released the grip of the ring at her will, but allowed it to remain locked in place. A constant reminder of what awaited her. “All you need to do is submit to our master, Natural Selection. He'll take care of everything.”
The huntress licked her lips, and her next kiss caused her prey to black out.
*****
Beatrix awakened with a startle. Her eyes darted about to take in her surroundings. The dim hut was filled by a collection of stuffed beasts, masks, weapons, and a variety of fetishes and other ceremonial items. Mostly, she was drawn to the cauldron at the center, and the pair by it. The huntress stood naked, as did the zebra warrior who was no doubt her 'master'.
An eerie emerald glow cast by the pot's content reflected off the pair and exaggerated their pristine physiques. She could not pull her gaze away, inhaled sharply, and swallowed hard in attempt to wet her dry throat as she croaked, “You're-”
“Natural Selection. I'm sure my lover's told you all about me,” he said as he approached. His firm hand cupped her cheek.
She turned her head aside. “Kidnapping mares is hardly the best way to make them like you!”
He grimaced. “Fire. I like that. They all resist at first,” he mused as his free hand pulled Fleur to him by her waist, and fondled one of her tits in slow, sensuous circles. She closed her eyes and cooed. “I've tamed them all, eventually.”
“Broken their wills, more like! The Fleur de Lis I know is proud! Independent!” In truth Beatrix had encountered many versions of the unicorn on her travels to other planes, but that was a commonality many versions of her seemed to share.
“Things...changed,” whispered Fleur who bowed her head meekly, putty in his hands.
“Can't you see? This isn't you! He must have drugged you or something! I-” Her protests were cut off when he smacked Fleur's ass to send her forward, and the huntress cut off any protests with another kiss as she crawled atop her.
Naked flesh pressed together. Breasts rested on breasts, mashed as Fleur leaned into her kiss and straddled her, the beautiful sight of their lower pink holes on full display to the zebra. Each orifice puckered, ready for him to fill them. He dragged his cock between his lover's ass cheeks, as he had instructed her to put on a show for him and made Beatrix ready to receive him.
He lowered himself, pressed his tongue to Belladonna's asshole, and slowly dragged up his muscle, over all their entrances to marinate them in warm saliva. He patted Fleur's plush rump a couple times, and she snapped to obey his signal, turning to face Beatrix's pussy and swinging a leg over her face as she lowered her delicious ass to her mouth with a playful wiggle.
Beatrix blushed at the succulent feast before her and figured she might as well. Her palms rested on her buttocks, spread her open, and she sunk her muzzle tip in as she began to slowly lap at her slippery, drippy birth canal. Similar attention was given to her own entrance by the huntress, who sucked and tugged on her meaty pussy lips as she serviced her hot holes.
Muted laughter came from Natural Selection as his dark flare pressed against Beatrix's snatch and gradually pressed in. The slit oozed down her sphincter as she was forced open, the moist squelch loud as he seized her by the ankles and lifted back her legs, ass lifted as he drove into her in a mating press. The witch wailed into the twat before her as he sank balls deep.
He pulled her feet back to the sides of her head, Beatrix surprised at her own flexibility as he bent her. Each time he drew back and slammed cervix-deep into her cunt nectar spattered in noisy, lewd spatters, and caused her ass cheeks to clap under each savage thrust. Between the licks and rubs at her clitoris, she absolutely squirmed between the passionate couple.
Did he intend to break her in from shear pleasure? Was that how he always won his mares over...?
“Y-you stole my magic...”
“Merely...neutralized it,” he answered between grunts as he hammered against her cervix, flesh mashing and his tip bent upwards as he snarled through clenched teeth and tried to batter his way past her final barrier. “Serve me well...*pant*...and I might return it to both of you!” With another savage hump his striped muscular buttocks quivered, and he pierced past the ring of goo oozing flesh, slammed directly into her slimy womb and punched its wall as he impaled her with a howl.
She arced upwards and screeched as she came on him and the mare's face. Felt him flare out and embed in place as his seed fired against her core, painted it, the excess left to leak down the crack of her ass and settle in her rectum where it stuck.
Instinctively she pressed a finger over Fleur's love bud, drove her to squirt too, as the messy sprays splashed over her face and into her open mouth. A grin of crazed satisfaction lit the zebra's face as he emptied his swollen balls into her belly until it swelled, thankful he was unaware that she was barren, unable to be impregnated...expect by miraculous intervention.
He withdrew before he finished, unleashed a couple loads all over Fleur's face, who stuck out her tongue to accept it. The mares continually winked and curled their toes, shaking as he pushed out the last drops and rubbed his cock on Fleur's scalp.
“You two have pleased me.” He walked around the bed and patted Fleur's butt a couple times.
Beatrix lazily rose up when the huntress moved off her and smoothed a palm over her rounded belly, felt his virile cum slosh inside her. No doubt he planned to stripe her, too. She wondered, how long had it taken for Fleur to finally crack?
“Bathe her,” he ordered and the huntress took her by the wrist to pull her up.
Beatrix stumbled after her outside, followed by Natural Selection who watched their wide hips and buttocks sway. They exited the tent where a short distance away there sat a small pool of water that shimmered under the sunlight.
The three of them sank into the heated waters with a swish. Beatrix relaxed her muscles and shivered under the mare's tender touch. Splashes sounded each time hands smoothed over her wet curves to remove every last trace of dirt.
Near them the zebra reclined and watched. He rarely blinked, harsh gaze focused on the show before him. Beatrix felt her breasts press into her back as her platinum mane tinged by violet highlights at the bottom were wet down and brushed out. The sun's rays caught their bare curves, her nipples still painfully erect as she half-swallowed a sensuous gasp.
So caught up was Natural Selection in the moment, he almost missed the almost inaudible pad of bare feet nearby. He shot up with a slash and whirled, barely swatted aside a dart that sailed his way, thankful he had not touched the coated spike.
“Ebony Ivory,” he snarled amidst a leap onto a bank, where he landed in a cat-like crouch.
The female zebra stood tall and bold, curves lined in muscle as she cast a wide shadow over her rival with a hateful sneer. For a moment the pair stared each other down, she too naked as the day she was born save for a similar thin strand of a belt lined in herbs, not to mention similar piercings on her tits and clitoris. Half of her wild mane was shaved and hung behind her.
“It might be too late for this one,” observed Ebony who studied the striped huntress. “But I'm taking the witch with me.” She clasped her spear and tensed her musculature, almost dared him to resist her sudden intrusion.
Loaded up with aphrodisiac herbs to make his seed more virile, Natural Selection knew his stamina was drained. Normally he and his rival were matched, but he was at a disadvantage now, and refused to hide behind one of his women.
“Go then. Take her.” He slapped Beatrix's ass to push her forward from the pool. “But I will come for her.”
“And I will await you,” answered Ebony who pulled the wet witch into her hold. “Follow me, young Beatrix.” With barely a glance back, she fell into step alongside her savior, figuring anywhere was better than her current situation.
“I can take her,” cried Fleur who began to rise, only to be stopped when he thrust out a muscular arm to block her.
“No. You're no match for her yet.” He wondered if she ever would be as he watched the pair retreat into the plains. She huffed with a vain pout as his hand rested under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his. “But perhaps, if I return your magic...”
Her palm rested over his heart and listened to its rhythmic thump. “Anything for you, master.” She cooed as his hands wandered and manhandled her supple flesh, leaned into his rough gropes, as skin squeezed beneath his firm, possessive touch.
He led her back into the hut, to make her ready for their next hunt.
*****
Spirited back to the humid jungle, Beatrix was taken to a hut atop a dock in the middle of a swamp. Small skulls hung outside the area, burned with phosphorescent to lit it in a ghastly green as darkness started to fell, and emitted scents and vapors that drove away the mosquitoes and other bugs that teamed the area. She settled uneasily into another bed.
A rattle sounded as Ebony Ivory stirred a steamy pot of soup. “Relax. You are understandably distressed.”
“Not to mention sore and raw,” mumbled Beatrix to herself as she rubbed her thighs together. At least her stomach was back to normal! She sniffed at the air, filled by the spicy aroma of whatever her hostess was cooking. “What is that?”
“A stew. You'll need your strength and sleep. Unfortunately, we may not have long before we're tracked down.” She ladled up the contents, sidled over, and offered her a fresh bowl. “Take as much as you like.”
“Thank you.” She blew on it and accepted a wooden spoon. “Um, who are you?”
Ebony settled down beside her. “Another hunter who, like Natural Selection, was excommunicated from my tribe. After a time he had hunted every beast available, some almost to extinction for mere sport, and was hence stripped of his honor and exiled.” She paused in thought as Beatrix spooned up her food. “Soon, he turned to hunting mares to ease his boredom.”
Beatrix nodded as she slurped up another mouthful. “And you?”
“I wished to track my old partner down and stop him. The tribe decided it wasn't their business. So I threw away my place in the tribe. I believe it's dishonorable to leave him as-is. He must be brought to justice,” she finished, face drawn in determination.
“I see,” replied Beatrix as she finished her meal and covered a small burp. “You're right, I do need to rest. More importantly, I want to help! But to do so I'll need my magic back! Is there some way you can-”
“Worry not. That stew is mixed with potent herbs that should help neutralize what he did to you.”
Beatrix placed the bowl on a shelf. “I sense a 'but' coming on.”
“Indeed. You'll have to sleep the effects off. I pray we have time. I'll watch over you,” she swore and brushed the tresses off her guest's sweaty face. “It's odd. The magic I worked gave me visions of your arrival. A witch from another universe.”
Laying back onto a pillow, Beatrix sighed and pursed her lips. “I'm mostly a traveling entertainer. I don't really like to fight, but somehow I'm always pulled into another conflict. Sure, I could walk away, but I'm not sure my conscience would allow it.” She stared up above and considered how easy it would be once her powers were back to draw a portal and vanish.
Maybe poor Fleur de Lis was too far gone to save. But she refused to simply abandon her!
“The choice is yours alone,” assured Ebony who placed a hand over hers. “We'll discuss it more later. Sleep well.”
A sweet lullaby filled her ears which twitched in response. Beatrix's eyes started to grow heavier by the moment. Already, she could feel the tiniest spark in her horn and smiled. Without her magic she felt empty. Useless.
The ambiance of nature as the sky grew darker helped her settle in. A gentle rain started to fall and pattered overhead. It reminded her of home, when she traveled with her mother by wagon to a variety of places across the continent.
In order to strengthen her ability to weave portals she not only needed to travel between planes, but also spent some time in them, and gather up some of the unique energy stored in each universe. One more reason for her to stay and help.
Within minutes she drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Thanks to the mysterious food she ingested to help speed up her body's natural healing processes, surreal dreams began to flood her as she restlessly stirred and murmured...
“There's nowhere left to run,” rumbled Natural Selection as the gasses that rose from the swamp after his followers had tainted it with toxins burst into flames. Discolored, noxious clouds filled the atmosphere and reeked, overpowering. A number of male zebras swarmed ahead of him, naked as the hunter was, and likewise Fleur de Lis who he fondled at his bulky side.
Driven from their sanctuary, Ebony Ivory attempted to hold them off as Beatrix Belladonna burst into a desperate run. She wanted to stay and help, but her horn sparked uselessly, no matter how hard she repeatedly tried!
She coughed and choked as the raging inferno hissed and continued to spread, until the jungle around them smoldered and blackened. Perspiration lined her as she pushed her way through, back to the plains, as there was nowhere else to escape.
Clutching a sheet to her, she waved a hand and attempted to summon her clothes, but like expected the simple spell fizzled out. There were few 'weapons' at hand, not that she was much of a physical fighter anyhow, but she scooped up a stick and rock as she passed, aware that if her pursuers caught her it would likely end up with a battle to the death...or worse.
One raced ahead of the pack. A leaping kick sailed across the air as Beatrix looked over her shoulder and cried out as the foot connected with her back and bowled her over. The pale striped unicorn sat on the witch's plush rump as she straddled her.
“Don't do this,” begged Beatrix as her firm hands closed over her wrists. She kicked and tasted dust.
“Silence,” warned Fleur, whose hot breath tickled her inner ear as she nipped on and pulled it with a low moan.
Heat filled Belladonna's flesh which colored bright, much to her shame. Especially since she could feel the elegant mare's soft, warm mound and its slit press on her posterior, held trapped below by her weight. She could not deny the super model was one of the most beautiful mares she had ever seen. That despite the circumstances, she still stirred up raw lust in her.
“Well done,” said Natural Selection who marched up with his zebra hunters. He yanked a badly beaten and bruised Ebony Ivory by the mane, who had managed to dispatch a few of his men before she inevitably fell to their numbers. “Unfortunately, these two must be punished. Not only did they try and escape, but this one slaughtered many of our own!”
“You won't win-” Ebony was interrupted by his backhand to her face.
“I don't want you to open that mouth unless a cock is shoved into it,” he warned darkly with narrowed eyes. “Speaking of which. Fleur de Lis. You claimed first blood. But you must complete your indoctrination into my tribe.” He removed a vial from a pouch on his thin belt and tossed it to her. “Drink it. I'm sure you'll know what to do from there.”
Without question Fleur opened the bottle and drank the contents down, determined to cement her place as his alpha lover. To show up the other mares he bedded. They were mere vessels for his seed, but she alone would win his favor!
“You've been indoctrinated-” Beatrix winced as her face was shoved into the dirt.
A, incredibly heat burned in Fleur's loins, who growled as magic visibly radiated about her groin. Her clitoris swelled as she groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure, as the heart-shaped love nub reshaped itself into a massive stallion cock as it filled with blood and landed with a smack between Beatrix's ass cheeks with a wet thud that made her quiver.
Given the honor of breaking his latest bitch in, a cruel smirk crossed Fleur's snout. She rubbed her new piece of meat between the supple slopes, felt it harden until it was fully erect, overcome by a mad desire to fill the nearest feminine hole.
“Plant your seed in her womb,” commanded her master. “That will complete the ritual.”
“Time to be properly bred,” hotly and harshly Fleur whispered in her ear. “But I suspect a slut like you's used to it. An unruly bitch must be fucked into submission,” she hissed and pressed the tip of her flare against Beatrix's twat. The puffy lips parted easily, already slick and heated, her birth canal driven wide open as the vein-lined shaft sunk inwards with a moist squelch.
“Oh...no~,” whined Beatrix, despite the silly look of primal lust on her face. Within seconds she was taken balls deep, and her buttocks clapped as the striped mare pulled on her hair and started to hump, their shapely buttocks jiggling wildly.
Cheers sounded from the zebras, who started to openly stroke their dark meat at the sight before them. It was a rare day when a female 'zebra' was welcomed into their number, always once they broke in another unruly mare. Each of his men were perfectly sculpted specimens, as Natural Selection did not tolerate any imperfection in those he decided were worthy to serve him.
He nodded in approval as his lover worked out Belladonna, Ebony's hair twisted in his face. He shoved her snout into his groin, ground it there, slapped his hung cock across her cheeks and over her dome. “You wish Beatrix to survive the night?” After a moment Ebony nodded once, despite the defiance that smoldered in her eyes. “Then you know what to do.”
There was a flicker of hesitation before Ebony opened her lips and took his shaft into her warm confines. Gradually she increased her pace and bobbed her head. His muscular hips drove into her throat, make her sputter and gargle.
“She is to claim her womb,” said Natural. “But the rest of you are otherwise free to indulge yourselves.”
Like a starved pack of animals the zebras beset Belladonna, whose position was distorted by Fleur de Lis to offer them better access to her wet, ready holes. She sputtered as a cock was forced into her puckered asshole and another down her throat. They treated her roughly, like she was no more than a slab of meat, ready to be tenderized as they battered at her softness.
More swollen dicks were shoved into her palms, which she stroked. Better to speed up the process, she assumed. But she could not deny the way she moistened and tightened, burned all over as she panted and milked the cocks that stretched her lower holes, her asshole and pussy separated by a thin layer of hot flesh as the dicks that drove into her practically touched.
Lost in a haze of lust, a particularly adventurous stud, not content to wait his turn as Beatrix was taken from all ends, instead spread one of Fleur's ass cheeks to reveal her pastel pink asshole and cunt still below her new tool. He grinned, spat on her rectum, and rubbed a few circles around the warm puckered ring before he drove his black flare up her ass.
She gasped as he settled in, more curious zebras that surrounded them presenting their cocks to her, too. She also took one into her mouth and encircled them with her hands, the air filled with the musk of the rogue tribe and the wet, loud slap of bare flesh.
Meanwhile Ebony was pushed onto all fours and mounted by the pack leader. “You and Beatrix will be the pack bitches,” he growled and bit into her nape. Already he had savored her bitchy blowjob, hate written across her features. “You were supposed to be my mate. My prize to win.” He smacked her ass as he started to fuck her cunt. “It's time you knew your place.”
Her breasts swung and swayed, distended as he tugged on the rings in her nipples. Casually pounding her into submission, almost bored as the jungle burned in the distance and the sun slowly started to dip beneath the horizon, he watched his men.
Most of them came inside and a few on the mares, more blasts of cum unloaded all over Beatrix's messy, runny face. Each time a stud blew his load, another replaced him, a slimy cock withdrawn for gaped, drippy asshole as another shaft was shoved in.
They treated Fleur similar as she was also free use until she successfully inseminated Beatrix. A particularly hard smack landed on the alpha bitch's pale striped ass, which wobbled violently, a nasty red hand print left on her smooth skin.
She shivered slightly as a cock was dragged over her face to wipe it off. Another was left to rest on her snout, between her eyes, as it radiated warmth and throbbed. She barely closed her eyes in time as a fresh, heavy blast hosed down her features.
Time ceased to matter. Beatrix lost track of how many times she and Fleur squirted around a barrage of cocks, their pliable orifices used and abused until they were sore, most of the studs returning for second or even third rounds to claim them.
Fleur spat the cock from her mouth as her testicles pulsed, and she clasped her hands around Beatrix's cheeks to face her once she snarled. Despite the mouthful of cum she screamed in her face, “Take it bitch,” and punctured her cervix.
The flare locked into place and she hosed down her slippery womb. There were a few grumbles of disappointment, as she became one of them and were forced to withdraw from Fleur, but started to cheer as they instead came all over Beatrix. The witch's tits heaved as she was dropped onto the earth, more blasts of semen slapped all over her until she was totally soaked.
“Bitchy witchy whore,” said Fleur as she withdrew her half-erect shaft and spat on her dominated slut.
That was the sign for Natural Selection to sate his own needs, as he could not allow himself to reach his climax before his tribe. He yanked on Ebony's mane as he skewered her, forced another brazen orgasm she yelped out as he, too, stuffed her womb full of his semen. She shivered and shook below his musculature, little more than another vessel to please his tribesmen.
*****
A shrill screamed erupted throughout the hut. Beatrix awakened with a startle, soaked in sweat, the sheets below her ass sticky after she had obviously came all over them many times. She blushed bright and mumbled to herself, “A dream...?”
“Not exactly,” answered Ebony who watched over her guest at the bedside. “You needed to work out the toxins, which stimulated your libido, but also it was a prophetic vision, a warning of what could occur, should we fail.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “That means we-”
“Have little time, yes. Try your magic.” The zebra watched the witch's horn shimmer. “Better, but still far from what we'll seed. I fear we must take drastic measures. But I won't move forward without your consent.”
Beatrix raised an eyebrow. “What do we have to do?”
“You must be properly bred to remove the last traces of the poison. I can nullify it,” she explained.
“Ha, and I think I know how.” Beatrix smirked. “Sure, why not? You've already seen it all, anyhow.” It was hardly unusual for her to get to know the local inhabitants...through a little intimate contact. She beckoned her over with a hand wave.
Ebony slid into bed and crawled up to her. Within moments the zebra parted her thighs, pressed her cunt to the witch's, and rubbed against her as a slick trail oozed from their slits. She needed to make Beatrix come hard, and fast!
“Ooh~” Beatrix writhed under her ministrations. She dug her nails into the stained sheets below, curled her toes.
Faster-and-faster Ebony worked her over, groped one of her tits as they smacked about and her ass, leaned in and locked lips with her as their tongues wrestled, easily able to dominate Beatrix who happily submitted to her.
Yet it clearly was not enough to help her reach the peak fast. That was where Ebony's potions came in. She plucked one off the counter and swigged its bitter contents down. Immediately her loins seared with an intense heat and flesh swelled.
The zebra's clitoris gradually swelled into a pink cock that slowly penetrated Beatrix's folds. She wheezed and clenched down on the intruder, shook and almost climaxed on the spot, as Ebony lifted one of her legs and started to fuck her. The piece of meat slammed cervix-deep, aware that for Beatrix to reclaim her magic, she could not baby her. She needed to be fucked.
Beatrix bit into the pillow and moaned, enjoyed the ride as the shaft hammered in-and-out amidst speckles of pussy nectar. The bed creaked under the thrusts, and her horn glowed and sparked as it charged up with more of her suppressed magic. “More...harder,” she demanded, chewing her lower lips and milking her, so close her glazed eyes almost blanked out.
Her rump arced up into the zebra's hips, angled so that the cock rubbed across her g-spot each time she was taken. She cried out each time Ebony stabbed in, her horn filling the interior with a brilliant luminescence as it hummed and vibrated.
“So...close...!” Beatrix screamed for release into her pillow, as Ebony shoved her thumb up the witch's asshole.
That finally pushed her over the edge. Belladonna howled, soaked the warrior, and violently milked her as she came, causing Ebony to groan as her tool opened fire into the comfortable, presented hole she filled. As eruptions of her seed flooded the witch's feminine core, the repressed magic in Beatrix's horn violently built up into a charge that finally exploded.
Ebony cried out as she was cast off mid-orgasm, Beatrix also knocked from the bed under the shock wave as one of the zebra's thick loads slapped all over her face and filled her mouth. More landed on her heaving tits and belly as the pair landed on the floorboards with a thud.
The pair of them sprawled out for a moment, spent but aware they needed to move fast.
“Better,” said Beatrix who stumbled to her feet, radiated her horn, and cast a pair of spells. The first one removed the sweat and semen off her physique, the second with a wave of her hand caused her full costume to materialize over her. She checked the inner folds of her cloak, relieved to find her potions were all there, summoned back by her Prima Materia. “Yes!”
Ebony also stood and wiped herself down. “Will you back me up? You could probably leave if you wished...”
Beatrix tested as she drew part of a circle and sliced a small rent in reality that shimmered. “True. But I want to help you, after all you've done for me. Not to mention poor Fleur! If there's a chance we can save her, I'll do whatever it takes!”
“We must make haste.” Thankfully with its seed spent, Ebony already felt her extra tool start to recede. She replaced her belt and lined it with anything that might prove helpful. The pair of them slipped out the back, and Ebony scouted ahead.
She scooped Beatrix into her arms and leaped onto a tree branch where she landed almost silently. Raising an index finger to her lips, Ebony's heightened senses, aided by the herbs she ingested, spotted the hunters in the distance.
There was no sign of Natural Selection, although she had no doubt he too surveyed the area. At the lead was Fleur de Lis, the striped unicorn naked and her face drawn in righteous indignation towards those who dared defy her master, flanked by zebra hunters, like her their physiques accentuated by the sunlight that poured over them as they marched towards the swamp.
If she were the peak of raw, pure femininity, they were matched in their masculinity. Perfect specimens who proudly displayed their naked bodies and their stripes. Fanatics, ready to die for the pleasures their master offered the traitors to the tribe.
Beatrix's heart skipped as she remembered her dream visions. She pressed closer to the warrior.
“You're safe with me,” whispered Ebony who clasped her warm hand. “I swear. You remember the plan?” The witch nodded back. “Then let's do this.”
Both knew they would only have one shot at this. Failure would mean they too would end up broken like the huntress...or worse.
A war cry escaped Ebony as she hurtled into action, while Beatrix weaved a potent spell...
Spreading the pale ass cheeks of his lover, Natural Selection admired the puckered pink of Fleur de Lis' asshole. He drove his tongue into it, traced a circle around its tight, warm confines, the ring of succulent flesh tasting of salt from her sweat. Her sweet hole clenched around the invader, and she whimpered and squirmed, her back arced as her inflamed pussy leaked.
He needed to prepare her for the hunt...not to mention himself. Once they set out, she would truly be tested. Would the proud unicorn persevere, or break under the pressure? The zebra considered the possibilities as he ate out her ample, pale ass.
She wiggled her hips, ground back her posterior into his face, moaned like a wanton whore. “I-I'm your alpha bitch,” she murmured through a beet red face, the stripes he painted on her making her more malleable to suit him.
He withdrew from her clenched rectum, mouth still tethered to it by a trail of spit that ran down her snatch. A certain doubt nonetheless ate at his heart, because despite the odds in his favor, not only was his former lover able to match him blow-for-blow, but Beatrix was an unknown element. Better to give himself another edge...even if it meant potentially breaking Fleur.
Certainly, he would prefer to keep her as his alpha whore, but if that failed she would at least be a bimbo broodmare to please him and the tribe. The witch was not quite a match for her beauty, but more than enough to serve his needs for now.
“I have another present for you,” he purred out with a low growl.
She tried to mute her excited squeal. “Please. I need it,” she pleaded below him.
He reached for his most potent concoction. A poison that, in small doses, could make one fight like a dragon since it was taken from the blood of an ancient Dragon Lord...or would consume the mind completely over time and drive one insane.
The bottle was uncorked and its contents were poured into her slick asshole. The cool contents settled into her sphincter, sloshed around its pastel pink circumference, where it slowly funneled into her bowels to be absorbed. She moaned as it slid in.
Since he had already built a slight tolerance to it, he stuck his tongue back into her asshole and helped push it in. Immediately his blood heated up, his musculature slightly expanded, the chiseled portions covered in veins that popped up.
A roar rose up from him, eyes threatening to turn white, and after withdrawing his muscle from her rectum he replaced it with his dark cock, made her whimper and wiggle as he impaled her. “Yes master~,” she cooed and giggled, the toxin further increasing her submissiveness, her obedience and loyalty to him. “Split my ass in half!” She used her palms to spread out her cheeks as he started to mercilessly skewer her balls deep, the slap of his gray balls sounding under each piston. “Fuck my ass!”
She snarled as her eyes started to lose color, her hatred for those who defied her master intensified and laser focused. Given some of his potions for use in the battle to come, she could not wait to grow a temporary cock of her own and rape Beatrix into submission. The thought of it made her wink harder, puffy pussy lips moister than ever as he slammed in-and-out of her.
He delivered a rough, possessive smack to her ass that made her tense up and cry out, tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes as she soaked the bed amidst a messy, squirting climax that washed over his loins. He buried himself to the hilt, fired into her, one hand squeezing a heavy tit like she was a cow to be milked, another tightening around her throat.
She sputtered and choked, eyes rolling into her skull as she came harder around his titanic dick. Her mind blanked out, her face twisted into a bimbo-like expression as she was fucked absolutely silly, unable to halt her orgasms as she winked lewdly.
He kept himself buried there until his lusty slut could come no more. Drool escaped her lips, messy mane splayed.
To his relief clarity returned to her hazy eyes. A vision had momentarily flashed before her, where she, Ebony Ivory, and Beatrix Belladonna, alongside a number of mares he had secreted elsewhere were left to rest naked atop a series of beds, each one heavily pregnant and with rune tattoos of their uterus emblazoned above their wet, hot, and drippy cunts.
Natural Selection had smiled and traced the swollen bellies of his lovers who cooed as he touched them and passed by. Each were now reduced to broken playthings, faces twisted in pleasure, ready to bear him his powerful offspring.
The mere thought of it made her squirm as a small, dry orgasm made her nether region clench in response.
“Good girl,” he groaned back to her and landed another firm smack on her bare bottom. The striped flesh bounced and wobbled, as she rose into his strong arms and pressed into his barrel chest. He cupped her chin. “Are you ready?”
“I am ready master,” she murmured with a blush and half-lidded eyes. Reaching to grab her spear, she hefted its weight in one slender but toned arm. “I would bury the tip of this blade in Ebony's and Beatrix's cunts, if you so wished it.”
“No.” He slid his hand lower and applied pressure to her throat. “I want them alive.”
“Of...of course,” she sputtered through his firm grip, a masochistic streak from all the potions and herbs he had forced on her further awakened, as his dominance left her perky pink nipples painfully hard and caused her lower holes to clench down. Jealousy had momentarily awakened a rebellious streak in her, which he soothed with his other hand.
Fingers traced over her gooey snatch, up-and-down the tight slit, over her heart-shaped clitoris to soothe his tamed bitch. She mewled and closed her eyes, desperate to show him that Ebony and Beatrix could never remotely compare to her!
A cry of disappointment arose as he released her. “We'll resume once our work is done.”
“Yes...master.” She clung onto her halberd, libido and aggression still stirred up. No doubt the same sensations the ancient tribe had felt as they conquered their enemies then proceeded to rape and pillage their lands, razed to the ground and earth salted as their numbers swelled and spread. A brutish practiced that had long since been outlawed.
However the master swore to revive it. That he would cull every stallion one day and breed them out of existence.
At her request she had taken the lead on this hunt, trailed by the zebra loyalists who hungered for fresh pussy...
*****
The moment battle was joined, it had all started to go wrong. Around Fleur de Lis the herd scattered, as a number of twisted monstrosities seemingly manifested from nowhere and assaulted them from all sides. She too momentarily balked, faced by alien abominations from a nightmare, inky tentacled creatures that were covered in suckers, eyes, and razor teeth.
A creepy emerald miasma rolled over the air as they stabbed back at or retreated from the beasts from the stars, monsters spoken of in myths that tales claimed could drive one permanently mad in their presence.
“Stand firm,” demanded Natural Selection who rushed to their aid from his hidden spot. “They're illusions-”
A muted yell hurled from his black snout as Ebony hopped down from a tree and delivered a kick to his chest. A couple ribs shattered under the impact and he staggered, but managed to grab her leg and swing her. She winced as her back smacked into a tree trunk, slipped from his hold, and cartwheeled onto her feet. Face-to-face the bitter rivals circled.
“So Beatrix is a skilled illusionist,” mused Natural who wiped saliva from his mouth on the back of his hand. He had seen her produce a few illusions to distract a hard, but never thought she was capable on such a widespread scale.
“If you had any idea who her mother was that would be obvious,” answered Ebony as each studied the ripple of muscles from their adversary, waited for their foe to make the first move. “The mist we released dulled the senses of your followers. They are poorly trained. Too focused on the prize.” The eagerness in their eyes to subdue and tame them was obvious.
“Merely a test,” he spat and stabbed at her. She pirouetted away from the thrust, countered with her own, as one spear parried another. Coated with a toxin, all it would take was one stroke to paralyze her and finish his work.
Yet she too had prepared her spear tip, determined to bring him home to answer for all his crimes!
She jumped back into the treetops, and he followed, as they continued a dance that had lasted years through the thick foliage. She needed to set the pace of battle, make certain to put distance between him and Beatrix. Below his scattered hunters continued to run or hide, yet a few had finally caught on and hunted for the source of the magic who secreted herself away.
“Got you,” cried Fleur who spotted the witch as she cowered behind a thick, rotten log and weaved her spells.
“Oh shit-!” Beatrix's horn and hands still shimmered as she raised an invisible barrier in attempt to stop her stampede. The huntress snorted between clenched teeth, fired up her own horn, and fired a beam faster than the shield could be raised.
While she lacked the witch's versatility and raw power, the pale unicorn had instead refined her basic spells to a razor point, able to fire them off faster and with more efficiency than most casters. Despite her jealousy and resentment she reminded herself to hold back so the bitch could be taken alive, as the pastel pink beam slammed into Belladonna's breastbone.
The blast struck with such force not only did Beatrix's top burst open, and her ample tits toppled loose to wobble and smack, but she was thrown backwards, flipped, and her thong-clad ass landed into the soggy earth with a muddy splash. Immediately the huntress was upon her, straddled her and pressed the spear to her throat. “Don't move,” she warned.
“Wouldn't...dream of it,” wheezed Beatrix who was forced to retract her spell as her bared tits heaved and her heart skipped.
The witch had done her part. But could Ebony Ivory handle Natural Selection by her lonesome...?
At least she finally had Fleur where she wanted her. Aware that this might be the result were she discovered, Beatrix had woven a delayed spell that would only activate once she spoke the trigger phrase. She cried out, “Great and Powerful!”
The huntress furrowed her brow. “I don't know what childishness you're up to, but-” Her pupils dilated as something hard suddenly poked at her foal-hole. The witch's clitoris swelled up, right into Fleur's wet, unprotected cunt, and filled it. Gasps emerged from the huntress who blushed bright. “Why you little...oh,” she cried as her pussy gripped the intruder.
Shaken from the unexpected penetration, she shuddered and the world went white as she came with a cry and slimy squirt.
A momentary distraction was all Beatrix needed to fire up her aura and seize the spear which she tossed aside. To save the huntress she needed to break her in, to override Natural Selection's hold over her, similar to how Ebony Ivory helped unlock her neutralized magic. Belladonna rose up, hands wrapped around the mare's sides as she started to pump into her.
“Y-you-! Ah~!” Fleur's hateful expression was lost as she cast back her head, shook her legs, and came hard.
Aware that after being in his thrall for so long Beatrix could not break his hold so easily, she waved away her costume, lowered the mare to the dirt, and continued to pummel her puffy pussy. Her palm encircled and squeezed a tit mid-bounce, her ears perked and twitched at the clap of ass cheeks each time she ruined her well-used hole, determined to save the broken bitch.
Her massive cock claimed her crevice, pierced past her cervix, into her slimy womb to possess her feminine core. Gentleness would not do. She needed to shatter the new identity he tried to force on her, so that she might rebuild herself!
Groans rose from Beatrix as she reshaped her insides, felt her slick tunnel clamp with need around her thick tool. She felt her drip down her crotch and legs, thoroughly soaked her, as her savaged snatch spattered slimy secretions.
Beatrix howled and loosed her load into her uterus. Yet found the submissive slut still was not satisfied.
So she altered positions. Lifted her prey's leg and fucked her again. Took her on all fours like an animal in heat. Claimed her asshole and mouth too, unloaded viscous cum into her soon well-glazed and gaped fuck holes, showered her face, tits, and ass in her runny seed which stuck to her matted fur. The used up breeder writhed and heaved, squirmed in a pool of spunk.
A sweaty Beatrix panted, completely spent. Thankfully she saw an old fire returned to the pallid unicorn's eyes.
She frowned at what she had needed to do, despite the euphoria it had filled the huntress with, and she leaned in to kiss the unicorn's forehead. “I'll come back for you,” she promised, summoned back her costume, and wrapped the huntress in her cape. Hidden best as she could, Beatrix reluctantly left her behind the rotted log and rushed off to support her partner.
*****
The two warriors were evenly matched, but Ebony started to strain under his raw strength, further enhanced by the poison he lapped up from his lover's clenched asshole. He battered her back, forced her to retreat as the illusions faded and hunters arrived to support him. Her wild blow connected with one's skull and knocked him unconscious, but it was obvious she would soon be overwhelmed. She slipped from the treetop, landed with a rustle in a bush, and broke into a mad dash.
“Oh? You flee and cower? My whore must have dealt with Beatrix,” mused Natural Selection.
Giving chase into the plains, his eyes shot wide open as a whirlwind suddenly stirred up ahead. Chunks of the earth were torn up, tossed about, as were several of his followers who yelled as they were lifted up, helpless before the elements.
“She's not alone,” called Beatrix whose hands and horn glowed as she weaved her spells. She was tempted to call on her arcane magic taught by her mentor and lover, but decided to keep it in reserve, especially since she was exhausted after her tryst.
Fortunately it was the distraction Ebony needed, the prick of her spear tip able to knock out his fanatics one-by-one. He yelled in frustration, attention torn between the two wanton whores who dared to defy his noble birthright!
More unconscious bodies fell around Ebony as she cautiously approached, spear leveled. “There's nowhere to run.”
His eyes hovered between the pair who closed in from both sides, yet kept their distance, ready to stab or blast him the moment he attacked. For several moments none moved nor spoke, yet he refused to drop the spear he clasped in his hands.
“Toss your weapon aside and surrender,” warned Beatrix. “Otherwise, I'll nuke those nuts you're so attached to!”
Grumbles and snorts sounded from Natural Selection, certain that if he were captured and taken before the tribe, they would subject him to a similar fate. Perhaps he would be left to be eaten alive by wild beasts afterward. But slim though it might be, there would nevertheless be a chance at escape. He started to lower his weapon, then suddenly hurtled at the witch.
He twisted in attempt to evade the fireball, screamed as part of his fur was singed and smoked, but continued to dive towards the caster much faster than she could evade, let-alone weave a fresh spell. The spear tip rushed at her heart.
If he could not possess the traveler, he would teach her and Ebony a final, fatal lesson!
A pink beam lanced out from the jungle. It hissed and struck his torso, knocked him off-balance and threw him aside. The spear slipped from his grasp, and he shuddered, part of his cooked fur blackened as strength rapidly left him.
A fierce expression twisted Fleur de Lis when the proud mare stepped out, ready to loose another beam that shimmered on her horn tip. Her feet straddled his sides as she glared down at him, the spear point pressed at his neck.
Bitter tears filled her eyes as she shook, ready to make him suffer, to finally end this!
“I won't stop you,” stated Ebony who understood her pain only too well. “Are you okay, Beatrix?”
“Y-yeah. Just surprised me.” She dusted herself off. “Um, s-sorry about what I had to do.”
“I understand,” replied Fleur, unable to keep the bitterness from her voice as she did not waver. She had been brainwashed, ravaged and humiliated, forced to betray vows taken to her husband! “A quick death would be too merciful. Take him before the tribe, let him and his thugs face proper justice. From what I've seen, the laws of the plains are harsh indeed.”
“You...will all regret this,” swore Natural Selection in a mutter, barely conscious as he writhed in sheer agony. A moment later he finally passed out, a portion of his lion-like mane burnt to a crisp, parts of his skin cooked and certain to scar.
Ebony Ivory checked his wounds. “He will survive, if I properly tend to him.” Carefully the three of them restrained the warrior as Beatrix summoned a rope from her cape. It repeatedly slithered around him, enraptured him several times over, just to be sure. Once it was properly knotted she applied a few tinctures to ease his pain, much as she hated him.
Fleur swept back her dense mane. “You don't need to worry about me. I'll be fine. I simply need some time.”
“Of course,” replied Beatrix who kept her snout pursed. She started to secure his tribesmen as well. They were placed in a pile nearby, and she wished her mother's wagon was here to make it easier to transport them. Instead they would be lifted by an aura, carried back to the hut, and imprisoned there until the tribe could be summoned to collect them.
Ebony rested a hand on her shoulder and asked, “Would you like to stick around, Beatrix? Watch his trial and punishment?”
“Don't really have a taste for bloodshed,” admitted the witch. She had seen far too much death and suffering recently, hopeful that a trip to a random world would allow her to relax. Yet somehow she stumbled on trouble more often than not.
At least it was not a complete waste, as she had helped save another mare and made a new ally. Not to mention her ability to weave her portals was slightly more potent after she had spent some time here. “Guess I'll stick around for a little while longer,” decided Belladonna. “Who knows? Maybe I can still have some fun yet!” She beamed wide, filled with a sense of relief.
The harsh sun set over the plains. The trio of mares held hands and took a moment to soak in the world's natural beauty.
*****
Later that night the tribe arrived and took the prisoners with them. In the meantime Ebony invited the mares to stay at her hut, where they settled into a bath she prepared out in the open. Heated waters hissed and steam under the moon and stars. The soft glow caressed their nude curves, soaked in moisture that beaded and drizzled down the slopes of their supple femininity.
With painstaking work Ebony had removed the last stripe that tattooed the tender, pallid flesh and thin fur coat. Thus they were free to indulge themselves in the open, since it would be days until Ebony was summoned back to the tribe as a heroine.
It reminded Beatrix of home, where she and her mother would often skinny dip into the dawn. “Allow me,” said the hostess who lathered up her guests in soap. The suds clung and rolled down them as she worked to scrub every last inch of them.
“Ooh,” murmured Beatrix with half-lidded appreciation under firm hands who rolled circles around her slippery, soapy tits.
“You certainly are hedonistic,” observed Fleur who shook her head and proudly posed, her own shapeliness on full display. She carried herself with grace and vanity, trying to reclaim the dignity the brute had attempted to steal from her.
“Heightened sex drive,” confessed Beatrix with a shrug. “All part of my charm. Of course, I'm not quite the knockout you are!”
“Oh? I suppose I do owe you,” answered the mare in a sultry voice as she waded closer. Beatrix pleasantly shuddered as soft, ample breasts pressed into her own, the tit flesh partially flattened as they mashed and their erect, perky nipples kissed.
“W-what do you have in mind,” answered Beatrix coyly as she failed to conceal a dopey smile and blush.
“Whatever you like. You too.” She traced an index finger under each of their chins. Within moments Ebony pressed closer to them too, their snouts leaned in, and they shared a three-way, sloppy kiss between them that audibly smacked.
“Count me in,” said Ebony who smiled at the lovely duo.
Their hands wandered freely. Smoothed over smooth, velvety curvature, helped wash each other down as they made out.
Pretty soon the threesome ended up on the bank, let themselves act naturally as instinct and lust carried them. Fleur found herself at the center as the mares worshiped her exquisite form, Beatrix's plush ass lowered to her face where her pussy was soon savored like it was the last delicious meal she would ever eat, while Ebony sunk her snout between Fleur's open thighs.
The zebra shifted so that her rump was presented to Beatrix, as the trio lapped at the wet holes presented to them. They licked, rubbed, and nibbled, completely lost in the moment as on occasion the three of them would switch positions.
Squirts filled open maws, muzzles soaked as they drank down sweet snatch sugar. Some of it slid down their wet fur, drooled over ample tits and puckered assholes, as their slits winked and drooled.
With days to kill, there would be more than enough time to repeatedly savor one-another, a final treat to leave the ugliness of recent events far behind them.
Moans filled the air, interrupted the buzz and chirp of insects that came from the jungle that surrounded them.
When they were finally exhausted they collapsed on their backs, rested on the bank hand-in-hand, and stared at the pale moon.
Their breasts heaved, no words needed to be exchanged them, as a tender breeze brushed over their denuded suppleness.
