> Challenging Defiance
>  by Ebonyglow
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> Chapter 1
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“So, do we have any…y'know, plans on our way to your old town or what?” Kara inquired, tilting her head curiously as she trotted alongside her companion.

“Well, no," Fenris flatly answered, rubbing his chin with a wing, “We’re just visiting the place. It’s been over a year since we’ve been there. Plus, I’ve been dying to have some of the ale the pub serves.” 

“The same pub where I outdrank you and forced you to come along with the girls and I on that grand adventure? Seriously? We’re walking alllll this way for some drinks?” she pressed, looking at him with an annoyed grimace.

“You were the one that wanted to walk all the way there in the first place, Kara. We could’ve just taken the train and arrived in a day or two instead y'know,” he replied, raising his brow as he answered the mare.

“Oh c'mon, Fen, you can’t blame me for that!” she shot back, feigning offense. “When was the last time we went on a trip?” 

Rolling his eyes, chuckling to himself, he continued. “We literally went on that trip to Saddle Arabia not even two months ago.” Sighing to himself, he gazed at the sky. “Also, it’ll take about four days to get there, so I’m sure something eventful is bound to happen.”

“Whatever - maybe for you two months isn’t that long, but for me it feels like an eternity!” the earth pony added.

“Being you constantly traveled around before we met, I suppose that would make sense,” he remarked, nodding his head in agreement.

She smugly smirked at the stud, stifling a chuckle. “Exactly! You were a shut-in recluse with no real friends for the longest time, so you’re totally fine with waiting around for months doing nothing much!” 

“Firstly, rude.” Fenris retorted, gesturing to her with a wing. “You could have at least tried to sugarcoat that one. Secondly, I was one. If I were still that same pony, I’d still hate your guts!” 

“Awwwww ~ Reminiscing back to when we were first getting to know each other?” she teased, throwing him a cheeky grin. “Missing when I used to almost knock you on your ass for not keeping your mouth shut? How about all those times I got you all red and fuming from the remarks I made? Hehe.”

Rolling his eyes once more, Fenris countered. “Oh I’m sure you totally miss back when I was doing those exact same things to you. You and I going at each other’s throats, arguing over who’s better.”

“It’s still me by the way," Kara sharply added, elbowing the stallion.

“You had to be the greater one at some point to still be it. Last I checked, you’ve always slacked behind me," he teased, flicking her head with a wing.

“Oh you wish.” 

The two walked on, chuckling lightly while taking in the natural scenery around them. The lush woods they were in were uncharted for the most part, but Kara had years of traveling under her belt, more than enough for her to figure out the best way to navigate the unknown terrain. 

Their trip so far had been rather mundane, with the only noteworthy event being fending off some diamond dogs that had an interest in their camp. Being these two carried with them two very powerful magical artifacts, that event was short lived. They prided themselves on their ability to fight, conquering foe after foe, and they made that aspect of themselves very clear.

Wielding an enchanted scarf, one that allowed him to utilize dark magic to the same level as somepony like King Sombra, Fenris was quite the force to be reckoned with. Accompanying that with Kara wielding a magical necklace, which allowed her to summon either a spear or a mace, alongside her years of combative training, and the duo were certainly more than capable of fending for themselves.

On and on they went, trotting down the shoddily formed path. To their knowledge, nopony really ever ventured along the track they were traveling - something they did purposely. They had arranged it as such with the hopes to experience some new, unique experiences, but to their dismay, nothing of significance was yet to pop up.

Finding several more hours passing by, with nothing more than the occasional wild critter to catch her eye. Kara groaned. “Ugh ~ I’m all for spending time with you Fen but this is getting so dull." 

“What am I supposed to do about that?” he asked. Shifting his vision to her flank, something he had grown to do frequently in their time together, he drank in their delicious form. “Unless, maybe somepony would like to take a break to - oh I dunno - blow off some steam? ~” 

Quizzically looking towards him, it took Kara only a moment to follow where his eyes were staring and understand what he meant. Blush subtly creeping across her muzzle, she swayed her hips in a tantalizing manner. 

“Oh? Is the big bad Fenris liking what he’s seeing?” she seductively teased, looking at him with lidded eyes.

Biting his lip, drinking in the sight of his partner’s wonderous curves, Fenris paused his trot, watching as Kara too halted her motions. Raising a hind leg, revealing his ever growing stallionhood, he glanced over at her. “I think this big guy’s got your answer ~” 

His presentation was all the confirmation she needed. Waltzing towards him, swaying her hips all the while, Kara stood up and pressed her forelegs against his chest. Catching him off guard, she continued to gently shove the pegasus back until he sat on his haunches, then went further and laid back on the grass they had been walking on. Not giving him time to make a comment, she pressed her lips against his, pulling him into a gentle yet deep kiss.

Pulling away from him, she smirked. “I don’t know how I ever hated an absolute stud like you.” Reaching down, she lovingly stroked his stallionhood. “Especially one packing something like this.”

Biting his lip, suppressing a soft moan from the stimulation, Fenris reached down with his own hoof. Passing over Kara’s tail, he grabbed her flank and spread her buns apart, feeling her juices drip onto his thigh. “Dunno ~ I always ask myself how I could’ve disliked a sexy thing like you. Especially with that juicy pussy of yours~”

“You only know it’s like that cause you fuck it all the time~” Kara teased, licking his neck as she felt her marehood give an excited wink.

Shifting his bodyweight, Fenris rolled to his side and pulled Kara with him, forcing her onto her back. Eliciting a surprised gasp from the mare, he pinned her forelegs to the ground. Dragging his cock along the folds of her marehood, slickening it with her juices, he looked down at her.

“True, and you know you love it ~”  

Biting her lip in anticipation, Kara squirmed excitedly. “Mmmmm ~ So you’re just gonna plow me here? In the open? Where anypony could - ahn!”

Fenris used the arcane properties of his scarf to cut the mare off. Shrouding her perky tits in his magic, he lovingly caressed them while pulling and twisting her nipples. “Not like anypony is gonna be all the way out here ~ Besides, I’m sure you’d love it if somepony caught us in the act," he teased, leaning forward and nipping her ear.

“Mmmmm haaaa ~ Give me it Fen," she cooed, leaning her head against his and licking his neck a second time.

Shivering in excitement from her actions, Fenris raised his head back up and stared her in the eyes. Pausing for a moment, basking in the wondrous site of her cerulean gaze, he snickered. “Trust me, I -“ 

He cut himself short, as something caught his attention. Kara’s attention was drawn as well, as both their ears perked up, and they heard a set of voices not too far away. 

“I’m telling you Malikii, there’s no point in going out there. How are you even going to convince a pony mare or stallion to come all the way out here?” 

“Because Adeau, many ponies would be quite happy to embrace our ways. Just takes finding one or two first.” 

The two of them exchanged looks with each other, sweat beading down their brows as blushes spread across their muzzles. Having possible company was both embarrassing as it was arousing, but being they haven’t had any company for some time they rather not start off on such an awkward hoof. Scrambling to their hooves, they dusted themselves off, made an effort to conceal themselves, and scurried back to the proper path.

Hopping out of the brush, they came face to face with the voices they heard. Initially taken aback by their sudden appearance, two zebra studs recoiled slightly, eyeing the pair with both caution and surprise. Seeing their hesitance, Fenris raised his forehooves in an innocent manner.

“Dammit, didn’t mean to startle you both. We - uh - were…” he trailed off, trying to think of a proper excuse for their placement.

“We were gathering some sticks and materials! Nice to meet you!” Kara swiftly interjected, popping her head in front of Fenris.

The two zebras exchanged glances, peered over at the set of ponies, eyed them both, and looked back to each other. They paused for a few moments, seemingly deep in thought, before briefly sharing a smirk, throwing a lidded glare at Fenris and Kara, and finally adorning a set of sly smiles.

“Well isn’t this a surprise! Two ponies, all the way out here?” Adeau chipped.

Fenris rubbed the back of his head, awkwardly shifting his hind legs as he attempted to conceal his unquenched arousal. “Hehe ~ yup! We’re pretty far off the normal path I suppose. I’m Fenris, and this is Kara.”

The mare gave a quick greeting nod, before she scrunched her muzzle and rubbed her thighs together. Adeau and Malikii took notice of the pair's squirming forms, but opted to not make a comment on it. Not yet. The opportunity to have not one, but two ponies in this area was incredibly rare, and they were intent on taking advantage of it.

“I’m Malikii, and this is my brother Adeau. If I may ask, why were you two gathering twigs and such?” the stallion inquired, giving a warm smile.

Kara’s facade wavered slightly, both due to her lust and the unexpected immediate friendliness of these two zebras. “Oh ~ uh ~ we’ve been camping out in these woods for a few days. We’re making our way towards Fenris’ old town, which is a bit of a trek away so…”

Malikii and his brother once again exchanged glances, smirked, and then nodded to one another. Raising a foreleg to his chest, Adeau chuckled. “Well why would you spend the night out here in the wilderness when you could be staying in our village?” 

Fenris raised a brow, looking around the area. “Your village? There’s a village out here?”

Malikii’s smile wavered, annoyed by the stallion’s lack of respect. These were traditional Zebrican practice grounds, ones established many moons ago by Equestrian zebras, though, as expected, a creature such as a pony failed to recall or acknowledge this. 

“Yes, these are actually Equestrian Zebrican lands. Us zebras have made use of the land for generations, though I am not shocked that you aren’t aware. Not many ponies come through this area.” He eyed the pair, slipping his gaze towards their flanks, licking his lips. “Not many at all…”

He was honestly shocked at just how lucky he and his tribe as a whole may have just been. Kara and Fenris were both incredible specimens. Both had gracious curves, toned bodies, enticing faces, and flanks that you could bounce a bit off. He wished he could see what they both had in their more personal areas, but if his silent plan with his brother played out, he’d know soon enough. He wasn’t picky, nor were his brother and tribe - but these two were more than ideal.

The duo of flustered ponies continued to awkwardly shift in place, taking notice of how the two zebras were eyeing them. The two were massive, towering over Kara, and even Fenris, with ease. Rippled muscle lay underneath their striped coats, and they carried a dominant aura with them. Though these two adventurers weren’t the type to be intimidated, thankfully for their immense skill and magic artifacts, they still had to respect the possible threat these zebras could be.

“Uh - ahem - right. Well, that’s really nice but we really should go back to gather some…uh supplies," Kara awkwardly added. “We don’t want to intrude.”

As Adeau lightly sniffed the air, a devilish smile creeped across his countenance. Though he didn’t come across ponies often, the scent of a worked up one was unmistakable - and he now knew that these two were up to something much more provocative than gathering firewood.

“Oh no, I believe you’re misunderstanding us. We’re inviting you both to our village! We’d love to have you stay the night and even possibly the next day!” he hastily replied.

The pair of ponies managed to compose themselves, quelling the burning desire in them to their best ability. The way the two zebras were eyeing them was peculiar to say the least, which only made them all the more wary.

Eying Kara from the corner of his eye, avoiding the two zebras’ stares, Fenris tugged his scarf. “Riiiiight…Could you give us a minute?” 

Malikii gave them a warm smile, nodding his head. “Of course. Just keep in mind, we have warm food, fresh bedding, and tea that will amaze you with its effects.” 

The pair of ponies seemed to perk up at the notion of what was to offer, he even regarded the tea in an odd tone of voice - even still, they had their reservations.

“Right, right ~ one sec," Kara replied, giving an awkward smile while nudging Fenris.

Exchanging nods with the two zebras, they quickly trotted back into the brush and out of earshot.

Turning his head back, making note that they should be far enough to not be heard, Fenris focused his gaze on Kara. “What do you think?”

Kara huffed, thinking to herself, before shrugging her shoulders. “I dunno. The idea of a nice warm bed, food, and something at least somewhat interesting happening does sound better than boring old camping in the wilderness.”

“I suppose,” Fenris muttered, glancing over his shoulder once more, “but did you see how those two were looking at us?” 

“Like they were checking us out?” Kara flatly stated.

Fenris’ eyes went wide, quickly turning his attention back to his partner. “You think that’s what they were doing?” 

“Beats me, but it looked like it," she added, slowly walking over towards him and pressing a hoof to his shoulder. “Sucks for them if they were, cause you’re my curvy stud.”

Fenris chuckled, licking his lips as he stared into the mare’s eyes. “And you’re my curvy mare.” He gazed behind them again, looking in the direction their company was. “Still…what if they try anything?”

“Then we’ll just knock them on their asses," Kara smugly replied, snickering to herself. “I mean, after all, we’ve got the tools and experience to best anypony in a fight, let alone a couple of zebras.”

“True, there’s probably not many of them out here anyways…” Fenris tapped his chin, thinking. “I guess there’s no harm in taking up their offer, they’re probably friendly anyways.”

Kara flashed magic from her necklace, throwing a cocky smirk towards the stallion. “And if they aren't~”

“Then we’ll take care of them with ease~” Fenris followed, sharing the same boastful expression as the mare.

Pulling back from him and trotting to his side, Kara bumped the side of her flank against his. “Alright then! Let’s go take them up on their offer!” 

Fenris simply nodded in agreement, wheeling around and following suit. After a few short moments, the two exited the brush, meeting the two zebra studs once more, and smiled.

“After talking a bit, we’d love to visit your village!” 

“And enjoy some of your food and drinks! I’m sure you guys have stuff we’ve never seen!”

Adeau gave the pair a warm smile, before wheeling around and motioning them to follow. “Fantastic! It truly will be our pleasure to show you our village…and our customs.” 

Malikii followed his companion, glancing back at the pair of ponies. “And I can assure you, we have some herbal mixes that you’ve certainly never experienced before ~”

“Oh really? Well, my mom taught me allllll about herbs growing up - it was kind of her thing, so I’m quite sure it’ll be hard to surprise me with anything," Kara proudly remarked, smirking at the pair of zebras.

Malikii and Adeau briefly exchanged glances, traces of worry descending upon them for a moment. 

Nodding his head, adorning a facade of overwhelming friendliness, Malikii smiled at the mare. “Well, isn’t that wonderful! But, here’s hoping you won’t know what we have to offer!”

Increasing their trot’s pace, distancing themselves partially from their following guests, Malikii whispered into his brother’s ear. “You think she knows about Estrum?” 

Retracting a bit, realizing Kara very well may know of their special little ingredient, Adeau rolled his eyes. “So what if she does? We haven’t had an opportunity like this in moons.” Pressing closer to Malikii, he whispered directly into his ear. “We’re making these two our village bitches. Simple as that.” 

Reassured by his sibling’s confidence, Malikii looked back at the two ponies hastily catching up to them. Their gracious curves, enticing faces, and other quirks made them incredibly good catches, ones that would make for phenomenal toys for his village. A mare and stallion - best of both worlds. Adeau was right, they couldn’t pass this up. The opportunity laid out before them was just too good.

“And fine bitches they’ll be…”
> Chapter 2
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The trot to the village was a relatively lengthy one, but being they had met in the morning, they grew close to the village around mid afternoon. With the sun beating down on them, as well as having to walk the entire way there, the group as a whole was relatively worn out. After a massive detour through the thick woods, far off their original path, they had arrived.

Pushing branches out of the way, finally clearing out of the brush they had waded through, the group was met with the sight of a busy village. Stepping aside, proudly smiling, Adeau and Malikii watched as their guests gawked, scanning over the open area.

Kara and Fenris looked on, eyes going wide in both wonder and surprise. They had assumed there wasn’t going to be all too much of a village to welcome them, but they were awfully wrong. From their view at the outskirts alone, plentiful amounts of zebras were visible all around. Carrying various objects, vials, and more, dozens of them seemed to be going about their day. They ranged in size, from about the average pony’s to some that even dwarf that of Adeau and Malikii. The pair of ponies exchanged glances, realizing their erroneous judgment of the scale this village could hold, but were soon snapped to attention by their hosts.

“This is our village, little ponies," Malikii proudly explained, waving his forehoof out in a presenting manner. “The pride and joy of our people.”

Surveying the landscape, Fenris tugged his scarf. “Wow…I, uh, I didn’t expect there to be so many of you guys here.”

Adeau smirked, focusing on the pegasus. “Well of course there are. We are a thriving community, and you’ll be sure to learn just how capable we are on your visit here.”

More than eager to enjoy a warm meal and some cool refreshments, Kara eyed the zebra pair. Scrunching her snout, wiping the sweat from her forehead, she grumbled. “Right right ~ so can we, yknow, go in?”

Malikii walked up beside her, laying a hoof on her shoulder while towering over her. “Of course you can. I don’t think I can even recall the last time we had an earth pony visit our humble village.” Turning to Fenris, his smile furthered. “Or a pegasus. I’m sure the entire village will be…pleased with your presence.”

Fenris could only awkwardly chuckle in response, as Kara moved herself away from Malikii. Trotting beside Fenris, she furrowed her brow. “Well then, by all means, lead the way.”

Simply nodding in return, the two brothers began making their way towards the entrance. Following suit, huddled closely together, Fenris and Kara tailed them. It wasn’t that the sheer volume of zebras worried the two, afterall, they were more than capable of handling themselves even against such a large volume of strangers, but something compelled them to remain close together.

As they followed their presumably well-meaning hosts, they took notice of the village goers around them. The claim that ponies weren’t common around these parts seemed to ring true, as every zebra around them eyed them with interest. Pausing their work, conversations, or whatever else they may have been doing, each and everything inhabitant of the village focused their gaze on the two unforeseen visitors. Kara and Fenris glanced all around, slight discomfort settling in with all the attention they were receiving. They knew they weren’t the most expected guests, but it seemed like they were quite the spectacle to behold.

Feverently following their leads, they came to a halt as they arrived before a relatively modest, yet cozy, hut. Finely cut wood made up its walls, while a mixture of materials formed a roof. The hut rested on the very edge of the village, yet it was very clearly higher quality than all the rest they had walked past. Looking up at the home, the two shot a confused look at their tour guides.

Malikii chuckled, before leaning downwards and leveling his head with the pair. “This, Kara and Fenris, is where you’ll be staying.” 

Fenris gave the zebra a quizzical look, before eyeing the hut. “Really? This is bigger than almost all the other homes we came across, why would you lend it to us?”

“Especially since we’re only going to be here for a day," Kara added, sharing Fenris’ skeptical expression.

“That’s because you two are our guests of honor, and thus you must be treated as such," a loud, booming voice from within the hut called out.

The sheer power and volume behind the voice caused Fenris and Kara to jump, both instinctively taking a readied stance. Eyeing the hut’s door, glaring at it cautiously, they watched as the door slowly crept open. Stepping out from within its confines, a massive zebra stud came into view.

If Fenris and Kara thought Malikii and Adeau were big, they were sorely mistaken. Whoever this new stallion was, was an absolute behemoth. He was easily the biggest stud they had seen within the town, which only made him all the more intimidating. Standing more than a full head above Fenris, the new company made the two prideful ponies before him cower ever so slightly in his presence. Rippled with muscle, with eyes filled to the brim with a dominating aura, he shifted his gaze down to the two.

“I am the leader of this village, you may call me Obo.” He lowered his upper half, bowing in front of the two shocked ponies. “It is a great pleasure to have you visit our village. We do not often see ponies come through these parts.”

His humble gesture worked wonders, eventually calming Fenris and Kara’s worries. Straightening back up, still registering just how massive of a stud he was, the two gave him a friendly smile.

“The pleasure is all ours, Obo. We’ve only been here for a few minutes but it’s great to meet you," Fenris began, giving a subtle bow in return.

Kara followed suit, ensuring she treated Obo with the same respect he gave them. “And it’s a truly wonderful village you’ve got here!” 

Obo stood back up, nodding his head towards Malikii and Adeau. Watching as they trotted past him and into the abode, he turned away from the two ponies. “Thank you, I appreciate the kind words. Allow me and your guides to prepare the home for you; it should only be a few minutes.”

Watching Kara and Fenris nod in understanding, he gave them a warm smile before reentering the hut. The interior of the home was abundant with Zebrican artifacts, its walls lined with various masks, art pieces, and more - all rich with Zebrican culture. Noting the two smaller zebras standing further in the hut, waiting by the foot of a massive bed, Obo walked past them and towards the wall.

Resting a hoof on a painting, he smiled. The illustration was one of old Zebrican history, depicting a rather vivid image. Painted on its canvas was the lewd sight of two zebra studs relieving themselves. They each were plowing into a pleasurable object - though this was no object, this was a pony. Though it may be out of practice, for many moons, his tribe in specific would make use of ponies as their toys. This trend faded off some time ago, being that no ponies ever came through these parts, but now the opportunity to rekindle an old flame of tradition arose. Not all zebra were like this, but his tribe had always seen themselves as superior, especially compared to that of ponies. He and his family before him saw ponies as one thing and one thing only - objects of pleasure.

Pulling his hoof back, he turned his attention towards Malikii and Adeau. “I must say, I am incredibly impressed with you two. Bringing a pony back to the village would’ve been wonderful, but two? That’s quite the feat.”

Malikii snickered, proudly standing up straight. “Well, what can I say? Adeau and I make for quite the powerful pair.” 

Obo shook his head, rolling his eyes. “Among the sea of fuckups you two have made, this might just make up for them.” He pointed towards an empty pitcher on the end table. “Brew up our herbal mix for those two, I’m sure it’ll work as it did in our history.”

“I don’t get it - this stuff doesn’t make us go all crazy with lust, so why would it do that to a pony?” Adeau questioned, walking over and fetching the empty container.

Obo tsked, before beginning to clarify. “We zebras have a resistance to Estrum’s effects. Its aphrodisiac qualities don’t apply to us due to the latent magic in our systems.” Refocusing on the painting, he smiled. “And it doesn’t make a pony go crazy with lust - not immediately at least. Enough of it and you’ll have any mare or stallion begging for a good rut, true, but it takes a lot of it to bring them to that point. Though, once it does, it’s more than easy to break their minds from the sheer pleasure alone.”

“Is that what we're going to do with those two?” Malikii inquired, tilting his head curiously. 

Taking the framed artwork down and hiding it away in a storage container, Obo replied. “More or less. These two only intend to be here for about a day, right? Then we’re going to have to entice them to stay longer. Serving them a hoofull of drinks and meals mixed with Estrum should keep them hooked, and then we can push them further.” 

“Until they’re nothing more than quivering, needy breeding bitches for us, right?” Adeau excitedly added, stirring the now full pitcher. 

“Calm yourself boy,” Obo sternly replied. “They won’t know what they’re drinking or eating, so, yes, ultimately they will end up like that. Just like a pony is meant to be.”

“One issue though…” Malikii hesitantly began.

Obo whirled his head to face the smaller zebra, glaring at him. “And that would be…?”

“The mare, Kara, said she knows a lot about herbs and such. There’s a chance she might know about Estrum," Malikii clarified. 

“Is that so?” Standing back up, Obo shrugged his shoulders. “Fine then. You two will keep an eye on them tonight. Lurk around the hut and keep an ear out for any discussion. The ponies realizing what we’re mixing their food and drinks with would be problematic, so it’s best if we know what they’re conspiring at all times. If anything worrisome is heard, report it back to me." 

“But isn’t this your home? Where will you be?” Adeau questioned, finishing stirring the tea infused with the aphrodisiac herb.

“As our tradition states, any guests of honor stay at the leader’s home. I will simply reside in one of the spare huts. You’ll be able to find me.” He raised a brow, eyeing the two brothers. “You both understand your task, correct?”

The duo nodded in understanding.

“Good, now begone. It’s best we let our visitors…settle in.”

Motioning for the two to leave, he followed them out the front of the hut. Stepping back out, noting the setting sun, he trotted over towards the ponies. The two of them were resting on their haunches, curiously looking around and discussing with one another while they waited. Seeing him approach, they scurried to their hooves. 

“Sorry for the wait, little ponies, your residence for your stay is now ready.” Gesturing towards the entrance, he smiled. “We’ve prepared a traditional Zebrican drink for you two inside. Please help yourselves, I’m sure you’re tired from all your traveling.” Nudging his head towards Adeau and Malikii, he continued. “If any issues arise, please let one of those two know. Your comfort and enjoyment while you’re here is our most important goal.”

“Wow, thanks!” Fenris started, soon throwing a concerned look at Obo. “Is there anything we could do to repay the hospitality?” 

Obo struggled to contain a devilish smirk, before shaking his head dismissively. “Trust me, your company will be more than enough to repay any favors.” 

“Well, if that’s the case, we’ll head right on in!” Kara happily shouted, quickly trotting past them and into the hut.

Awkwardly smiling at Obo, exchanging quick thank yous to Malikii and Adeau both, Fenris followed his partner into the hut. The two zebra brothers sighed in relief, knowing that their plan was successfully being set in motion. To their side, Obo adorned a sinister grin as he whispered under his breath.

“And now, we wait." 





“Oomph!” Kara groaned, launching herself onto the massive sprawling bed within the hut. “Now this is better than sleeping on the ground.”

Fenris rolled his eyes, taking his scarf off and laying it on the far end table. “Yknow, if we just took the train we’d have been staying at an inn since yesterday.”

Craning her head back to face him, she scrunched her muzzle. “Seriously? You’re still going on with that? Cmon Fen, where’s your sense of adventure!” 

“Sigh - I guess you’re right. Being the first ponies these zebras have seen in ages is pretty fun. Even if they…stare a fair bit," he muttered.

Kara simply shrugged her shoulders, not giving his concern much thought. “I mean we are the first ponies they’ve seen in ages, so I guess staring is a given.”

“True,” Fenris started, hopping into the bed and laying beside the earth pony, “you make a good point.” 

“I make the right point, don’t mix it up," Kara corrected, poking him in the wing.

“Riiiiight, of course.” Unfurling his wing, he wrapped it around her, laying beside her fully. “Buck this is a comfy bed…”

Slowly dragging her hoof along his back, caressing the sensitive joints his wings spawned from, she leaned into his ear. “Probably would be really good for fucking too, hmm?” 

“Mmmmph…you’re still worked up from earlier too?” Fenris cooed, nuzzling his head against her neck.

“I was this close to getting plowed by you, of course I am.” Eyeing his sheath, seeing his stallionhood slowly growing, she rubbed his back further. “Seems somepony wants to play~”

“Hehe ~ with a sexy thing like you around, how could I resist?” he mumbled, eyeing her.

Chuckling to herself, she lightly nudged him in the side. “Let’s get a drink first, shall we? I don’t know about you, but that walk has me parched. I’d rather make out with you with my mouth not being as dry as a desert," she noted, pulling away from him and rolling off the bed.

Smacking his lips together, taking notice of the dryness in his mouth, Fenris rolled off the bed too. “Yeah, I’m damn thirsty.” Gesturing towards the pitcher with a wing, he raised a brow. “Is that the tea they made for us?” 

Grabbing the pitcher in her mouth, she poured the blue liquid into the two cups Obo had provided them. “Sheems sho.”

Laughing at her adorable attempt to speak with her mouth busy holding the glass, Fenris trotted over beside her and took a seat at the table. Watching as she rested the pitcher back on its stand, he waited for her to sit across from him.

Pulling into her seat, she curiously eyed the shimmering liquid. “You uh, recall the last time you had a glowing drink?”

Fenris shrugged his shoulders, before scooping the glass up in his hoof. “Can’t say I have. Guess it’s some kind of traditional Zebrican beverage?” 

“Eh ~ maybe. I know plenty of herbs that have a blue glow.” She stifled a laugh, looking up at him. “Maybe they used Poison Joke, remember last time when it -“

“Turned me into a mare, yes, I know," Fenris groaned, facehoofing. “Are you ever going to let me live that down?”

“Maybe one day. I still laugh about it whenever I grab a bite with Leech," Kara shot back, raising a brow at him.

“Yeah sure, whatever. Let’s just drink up so I can fuck that smugness out of you," he sternly replied.

Kara bit her lip, eyeing her stud up and down. “And to think I used to hate you~” 

Fenris raised his glass, exchanging a devilish grin with his lover. “Same here.”

Raising her own, Kara clanged her glass of tea against his own, bringing it to her lips and swigging it down in a quick gulp. As the cool liquid quickly swung by her taste buds, a delicious flavor of berries met her - yet that wasn’t the only one. A strong, spicy kick followed it, causing her tongue to tingle, a sensation she recognized.

Placing her empty glass down onto the table, watching as Fenris did the same, she eyed the pitcher while smacking her lips together. “Hang on a minute…”

She could have sworn she heard Fenris say something to her, but she didn’t take notice. She was entirely focused on the pitcher before her, eyeing it intensely. The sensation she felt, the specific flavor, it was something she had tasted and felt once before. There was something in this tea, a specific herb, one she was having a growing inkling of an idea of just what it was. Waiting for a few moments, thinking deeply to herself, a rush of heat to her loins gave her all the answers she needed. Seeing Fenris go to pour another set of drinks for the two, she quickly smacked the pitcher out of his hooves, letting it fall and spill on the floor.

“Don’t drink anymore!” she exclaimed, earning a bewildered look from the pegasus.

“What? Why? It was pretty good!” he asked, confusion littering his voice.

She eyed the liquid on the floor, watching as its glow dissipated as it was absorbed into the carpet. She knew that taste, and knew this sensation. She was educated in all types of herbs, spawning from the lessons her mother gave her years ago, and this particular herb the tea used was one she had learned about long after her mother had passed and she had entered maturity.

“Estrum," she flatly stated.

Confusion turned into annoyance on his face, as he was still without a straight answer. “What? The hay even is - woah.” 

His expression warped to one of sudden discomfort, as he squirmed in place. The effects of the herb seemed to be taking shape on him now too, as his stallionhood grew to full length alongside the heat that was growing within him.

“What the?” he mumbled, glancing between his legs at his flexing cock.

“It’s an intense aphrodisiac, one that’s especially effective on ponies.” She turned to face him, trying her best to pry her eyes off his hardened length. “I learned about it a few years back, when I was sampling some herbs for…personal use.”

“You were using it to get off," Fenris bluntly blurted.

“Yeah, that," she huffed, nervously looking around. “I don’t know why these zebras put it in our drinks, but it can’t be good," she mumbled, her eyes drifting back down towards his crotch.

One cup alone was sending her instincts alight. She was already aroused, heavily so, and with the brew’s effects in place it only sent her further down the path of lust. Though she was wading through a miasma of desire, the blatant threat that lingered over them still rang true. These zebras were planning something, and being they decided to use this herb in specific, she wasn’t too fond of finding out.

“So they were eyeing us up…” Fenris murmured, finding himself struggling to avoid looking at her flanks.

“Listen, first thing in the morning, before any of these zebras wake up, you and I gotta get out of here.” She pressed a hoof against his chest, staring into his eyes. “I don’t know what exactly they’re planning, but if they’re giving us this, they probably intend to fuck us over. Both figuratively and literally.”

“R-right, that sounds good…” Anger slowly came across his face, as he stared back into her eyes. “But maybe we should give them their comeuppance for trying to do…to do whatever they intended with us!”

Kara grit her teeth, her mind rushing with thoughts. “I want to also Fen, but this village is massive. I mean, yeah we can handle them any day of the week, but I don’t want to hurt them - I’m sure the entire village doesn’t share this intention. It’s probably just Obo.”

“Yeah…I guess you’re right…” Throwing his gaze away, he stared at the ground. “But he is their leader, if we end up angering him he could lie about us and make us seem like the bad guys…”

“Which is why we need to leave before any of them are up. It’s the best option we have," Kara clarified.

Fenris huffed, trotting over towards the bed and jumping on it. Rubbing his thighs together, desperate to quench the growing arousal in his depths, he sighed. “So…what are we supposed to do until the morning?”

Kara bit her lip, eyeing his lengthy tool hungrily. Though she had managed to catch onto the zebra’s plan before they consumed too much Estrum to turn back, the small portion they did consume was more than enough to send their already aroused states into overdrive. Licking her lips hungrily, feeling her marehood give an enthusiastic wink, she hopped off her chair. Swaying her hips, she slowly, and very seductively waltzed towards the blushing pegasus.

“Well, we did still get some of that Estrum in our systems,” she placed a forehoof against his chest, pushing him back and forcing him to lay down, “and I’ve know how sensitive it makes ponies~”

Fenris licked his lips, his stallionhood twitching in excitement as he watched Kara straddle herself over him. “Mmmmm ~ I gotta say, this is the best way to get ready for bed.”

Leaning forward, Kara whispered in his ear. “Try and handle me, will ya? We don’t need you oversleeping.” 

Raising his hips, prodding her slick entrance with the girthy flare of his cock, Fenris returned her gesture. “Says you! Last time we had some fun I left you as a twitching mess.”

“Hehe,” Kara chuckled, shifting her hind legs so she could grind her slit along his shaft, “guess the zebra did us a favor. Sure their plan fell flat on its face, but at least now you and I get to have some real fun.”

Pushing forward, she embraced Fenris in a deep, passionate kiss, triggering him to finally give them the pleasure they both so desperately yearned for. Shifting his body, he brought his tip to her pussy, and with one, powerful thrust, he pressed himself into her molten confines. A deep moan escaped the two of them, and they both quickly entered a lustful frenzy. They had been working themselves up all day, stopping just short time and time again, and thanks to the zebras’ gift, they couldn’t wait any longer.

They moved in tune with each other, throwing her ass back while he pressed his hips upwards. Her depths gripped onto him with a vice, as her libido soared due to the herbal effects coursing through her. Her body ached, her marehood was on fire, her perky tits were erect, and she felt her asshole throbbing with longing desire. Oddly enough, Fenris felt similar. Though the burning in his groin was to be expected, as well as the throbbing desperation coursing within his stallionhood, his own backdoor seemingly longed for something. 

He couldn’t be too sure why this unfamiliar sensation coursed within him, but he soon forgot about it as he entered the throes of carnal might with Kara. It must’ve been some side effect of the Estrum, but thankfully he had no reason to care for it. They’d leave in the morning, before any zebra would be around. Silently escaping, leaving Obo alone to feel like a fool - having done nothing more than give them their own personal night of immense pleasure. 

As they broke their kiss, staring into one another’s eyes, their intensity only increased. The sounds of their moans filled the room, though they had not a care in the world. Their guest home was on the very edge of the village, nopony, or zebra rather, would be able to hear them. To their knowledge, they were left alone to indulge into one another’s wondrous bodies - but again, that was only to their knowledge.

Peering through a window, hiding himself to his best ability, Malikii furrowed his brow. His own cock had grown substantially, aroused by the sight the two horny ponies were producing for him. 

“Enjoy it while you can,” he quietly muttered, glancing between the two of them, “you two are gonna be nothing more than bottom bitches soon enough.” He glared at Fenris, chuckling to himself. “This’ll be the last time you ever get to feel like a stallion. We’ll show you your true role as a mare…”

Stepping away from the window, tuning out the sea of moans spawning from within the home, he eyed Adeau. Words weren’t needed at first, as he simply exchanged a stern look with his brother, who seemed to catch on.

Turning away, trotting towards the center of the village, Adeau snickered. “So she did find out then? Peachy. I’ll go tell Obo.” 

“Guess they chose the hard way," Malikii continued to murmur to himself, looking back at the hut his village’s two guests resided in once more. “Good.”
> Chapter 3
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Fenris groggily opened his eyes, as he was roughly shaken and awoken from his slumber.

“Hey, Fen. C’mon, wake up. We have to go.”

His eyes fluttered, as he was barely aware of what was happening around him.

“Fen, you idiot, come on. We can’t waste any time.”

He smacked his lips, seemingly tuning out the voice beside him as he slowly laid his head back down on the bed.

“Oh screw it.”

He barely managed to make out what was said, as the wind was knocked out of him from a punch to his gut. Shooting up in his bed, coughing and wheezing from the sudden blow, he was immediately brought to a wide awake state.

Whirling his vision to his side, glaring at Kara, he seethed. “What the hell.”

Kara rolled her eyes, scoffing. “Not my fault you wanna sleep in when we may have a zebra chief, or possibly an entire village, that wants to drive us insane with lust through some fucked up plan.”

He opened his mouth and raised his hoof to attempt a counterpoint, but lowered it when he realized she was right. 

“I guess,” he mumbled, tenderly rubbing his stomach, “but next time we spar I’m getting you back for that.”

“Pfft, you wish," she chuckled, glancing out the far window and taking note of the rising sun. “Now c’mon, before they start waking up.”

Arcanely willing his enchanted scarf off a table and around his neck, he smirked at her. “Already ahead of ya.”

Nodding in approval, Kara hopped off the bed. “Good. Let’s go. The sooner we’re out of this seemingly not-so-nice village, the better.”

The pair trotted towards the hut’s door, slowly creaking it open and peeking their heads out. Scanning their surroundings carefully, making note of the clear lack of villagers hanging around, they made their way out. Carefully, and as quietly as they could, they headed for the village’s edge. Sure, they could dive through the forest now, but they’d have no idea where they exactly were. Their best bet, to at least get back on track, was to retrace their hoofsteps and get back on their initial path. The only downside was having to go back through the town, but as their plan was enacted, it seemed it wasn’t much of an issue.

Now halfway through the town, cautiously pressing forward, Kara looked over at her partner and whispered. “Hehe ~ they really thought they had us didn’t they?”

Fenris snickered beside her, bumping his shoulder against her own. “Maybe, but we still don’t know if it was just Obo or the entire village…”

“And I don’t intend to find out. Either way, we’re gonna either make Obo look like a fool, or this entire village.” she followed, nudging him right back.

Fenris chuckled and nodded in approval, turning his attention back to their destination. As long as they got to the main entrance, they’d be able to get back on track. Their plan was full-proof, and they seemingly dismantled Obo’s, or the entire village’s, schemes before they even really started. Who were they to try and get him and Kara all hot and bothered? What was their goal? To make them beg for pleasure and devote themselves? He rolled his eyes, tossing aside the notion - sure the zebra may have tried something like that, but he and Kara would never actually get caught in it.

Seeing the large main awning that marked the village entrance, he smirked over at Kara. “Well that was easy.” 

Kara raised a brow, before throwing him a smug grin right back at him. “What did they expect? Actually managing to take advantage of us? Pffffft!”

“I bet they probably wanted to make us into needy, horny messes with those weird herbs of theirs," he added, rolling his eyes.

Kara scrunched her muzzle, bothered with the fact the zebra might have even thought of doing something like that to them. “Tch - like that’d ever happen.”

She and Fenris stifled a set of cocky laughs, their confidence and pride shining while they made their stealthy escape. They were prideful, powerful adventurers, not some objects for zebra to use - and they never would be, in their eyes at least.

“Well that’s exactly what we will do.”

They froze in place, their eyes went wide in shock, and they whipped their attention towards the village’s main gate. Looking onward, seeing who just spoke, they felt a lump in their throats form. Standing tall, glaring over at them, was Obo. 

Gathering their senses, the two ponies took readied stances. Only Obo stood in the way, and seemingly was the one intending to get in their heads. One singular zebra, no matter how big or strong he was, was no issue at all for the two of them.

“So you did intend to fuck with us with all that Estrum!” Kara seethed, grinding her teeth and she stared daggers into the zebra.

“Of course we did. You’re both ponies. Your best purpose is to please us superior zebra," Obo calmly replied.

Fenris recoiled, before scowling at the chief. “Ha! Yeah right! Who the hay do you think you are?!”  

Looking back with lidded eyes, Obo warmly smiled at them. “Well, in some time I’ll be your Master.” 

His remark led the two of them to recoil in unison, taken aback by the absurd claim. Fenris ignited his scarf with magic, while Kara’s necklace shimmered with light.

“Do you seriously think you can stop us all alone?!” Kara growled, fiercely glowering at Obo.

Obo rolled his eyes, before sighing. “Who said I’m alone?” 

He raised a foreleg, motioning around him. Slowly, as he did so, zebra came out of the woodwork. From the brush and their huts, the striped equines surrounded Kara and Fenris on all ends. 

“W-what is this?!” Fenris called out, looking all around as he realized he and Kara were surrounded.

“You seriously doubt us. Sure, with your powers and abilities, we couldn’t best you in a fight…” Obo continued, nodding his head to a zebra on the far left.

Before he could react, Fenris watched as the zebra Obo had motioned towards blew on some kind of blowgun. As a dart blasted out of the contraption, he had little to no time to react. Trying and failing to dodge the sharp needle, he flinched as he felt it impact his flank.

Grimacing, he reached back and pulled the dart from his rear with a wing, before looking at it perplexed. “Really? A blowdart? You think that’ll be stronger than my scarf’s - w-wha?!”

“But where we lack the dangerous powers you two have, we have the ingenuity to make use of our herbal expertise," Obo finished.

Fenris failed to finish his taunting, as the world around him spun. Sound faded away, the area around him swirled, and he felt himself losing his footing. 

“Good shot, Malikii," the zebra chief complimented, gesturing towards the stud from afar. Turning his attention back to Fenris, he raised a brow. “Be a good bitch and give in.”

Fenris tried to reply, to give some kind of retort, but the words escaped him. He tried and failed to summon magic in his scarf, to fight back in some capacity, but whatever was in the dart was simply too strong. As its effects took over him, he felt the world go black. Teetering to the side, he flopped onto the floor - unconscious.

“W-what the hell did you do to him - ack!” 

Kara’s angry inquiry fell flat on its face, as she too was struck by a blowdart. Peering back at her flank, seeing the impact location of the troublesome needle, she turned her attention back towards Obo and scowled.

“You…you…”

Obo trotted up towards her, staring at her face to face. Looking at her unsteady eyes, and her wobbly posture, he caressed her cheek. 

“You too. Be a good, little pony, and sleep.” 

She tried so hard to yell at him, to raise a hoof and swing right at his face, but she couldn’t. Her muscles felt useless, her ears rang, and she felt the world closing in on her. Her necklace flickered with magic, her focus unsteady and unable to channel its power properly. The sounds around her grew muffled, and though she gave it her all, her consciousness was losing the fight. Moving to her side, wobbling intensely as she gave her all to remain awake, she too fell to the ground, knocked out cold.

Obo stood over the two sleeping ponies, grinning from ear to ear. He scanned the area, seeing the differing expressions on each villager’s face. Some licked their lips, fueled by sexual hunger, others stared at the pair of ponies with lidded eyes, drinking in their generous curves and features, and others seemed to be pondering just what they’d do to these two. As two young, healthy ponies, they’d make phenomenal fucktoys - something Obo was determined to make happen.

He motioned to Adeau, who was at the front of one of the huts, not too far from Malikii. The smaller zebra quickly trotted to him, waiting for any directions.

“Take these two back to your hut and prepare them. Tie their tails up, paint them properly, and make absolutely sure to remove their artifacts from them," he directed, earning an understanding nod from Adeau.

The smaller zebra called out to his brother, as the two of them picked up the unconscious ponies and carried them into a nearby hut. Obo snickered as he saw all of his village’s inhabitants excitedly watch as the two “guests” were brought inside. They knew just as well as him what was going to come next. 

Pleasure.

Standing proud, his voice boomed as he made an announcement. “Once these two items are ready, we will make use of their bodies - just like they were destined to be.” 

The crowd began to discuss among themselves, as the promise of two new village sluts stirred excitement among them all. Sure, the process would be different than in their history’s past, but one thing was for sure.

They’d ensure Kara and Fenris break.





“Nggggh…” 

Fenris grumbled. His body ached, his ears had a subtle ring in them, his mouth was dry, and there was an odd sensation around his neck.

“Mmmm…”

There was a noise to his side, and it sounded just like Kara whenever she’d wake up in the morning. His eyes remained shut. He felt oddly lightheaded, as if something wasn’t exactly right. He smacked his lips, before trying to stretch - only to find his neck being tugged forward by something.

“Looks like the first bitch is up.”

His eyes shot open, as he realized it wasn’t something tugging him forward, but somepony. His vision was blurry, but it was impossible to mistake the black stripes of a zebra before him. He recognized the voice as that of Malikii’s, which only triggered a sense of awareness in the pegasus. The events that occurred before he slept came back to him in a surge, causing his ire to skyrocket as he bared his teeth at Malikii. He went to try and summon magic in his scarf, only to find himself without his beloved enchanted garment. Looking down at himself, his eyes only grew wider.

Affixed around his neck wasn’t his trusty scarf, no, instead of his beloved fabric there was a collar. Connected to the unwelcome accessory was a lead, one that Malikii was gripping in his hoof. Though, the humiliating ensemble was the first of several growing worries for Fenris, as he glanced over himself. From top to bottom, across his legs, sides, torso, and what he could only assume was the rest of his body, were painted on stripes. Lines and lines of them, akin to those of a zebra, were seemingly painted onto him in his unconscious state.

“Oh, and there’s the second one ~ Lovely.” 

Fenris’ ear twitched, as a voice he recognized as Adeau’s called out to his side. Turning his head, catching sight of the other muscular zebra, he noticed he was also holding a leash. Following the lead, it led back to another collar - one that was affixed to a groggy Kara.

“Mmmm…w-what happened?” she groaned, rubbing the back of her head.

It took her a few seconds, but once she opened her eyes she had a similar reaction to Fenris. Catching sight of Adeau, remembering the events of the previous evening, she scowled and attempted to call on her necklace’s magic. Her eyes went wide, as she peered down at herself and realized the predicament. Surveying her body, her rage furthering as she took note that she now adorned a collar and several stripes too, she looked over at Fenris.

The two met one another’s eyes for a moment, before their countenances warped into rageful expressions and they glowered at the two zebra brothers.

Trying to rise to her hooves, failing due to some remaining effects of the narcotic poison Malikii hit her with, she stared daggers into the zebra brother holding her leash. “What did you do.” 

Adeau shrugged, before tugging her leash and pulling her forward. “Put you in your place. Today’s the first day of your new lives.”

“Of our new lives?” Fenris questioned, glaring at Malikii from the corner of his eye.

The other brother took notice of this, tugging Fenris’ leash and forcing the stud’s attention. “Yup, your new lives as our village's sluts.”

“Aaaaand Obo’s personal sex slaves," Adeau added.

“Hah ~ You wish!” Kara scoffed, staring directly into Adeau’s eyes, “We’d never do anything of the sort.” 

“Just like you thought your little plan was foolproof?” Malikii retorted, throwing the mare a smirk.

Kara faltered, pulling back slightly at the call out. Though, her subtle retreat did not come without notice, as she was tugged forward again by Adeau.

“Awwww ~ Where’d all that confidence of yours go?” 

Kara grit her teeth, her eyes filling with rage. “And what’s stopping us from just beating down on you right now?” 

Malikii rolled his eyes, before twirling Fenris’ leash in his hoof. “Oh you certainly could, but without your artifacts to defend yourselves, I’m sure our village would punish you both - harshly.”

Fenris gulped, exchanging a quick look with Kara. Throwing on a confident facade, he shakily rose to his hooves. “It’d be in your best interest to let us go, we don’t want to hurt any of you.

“Pffft! Please. You both know you’re completely at our mercy now. You may be strong, but without those fancy trinkets of yours, you’re both just weak, fuckable ponies,” Adeau replied, dismissively shaking his hoof.

“I swear to Celestia, if you don’t let us - glk!” 

Adeau silenced Kara, tugging her leash and forcing her onto her hooves. She lurched forward, nearly tumbling over herself. Malikii followed suit, tugging Fenris forward before glancing over to his brother.

“Less talking, more walking. It’s time we start breaking you two in," Adeau explained, turning away and making his way towards the hut’s exit. “It’d be your best interest to be good pets and follow us without issue.”

“We’re not pets - agh!” 

Malikii cut Fenris off in similar fashion to Kara, forcefully tugging him forward. “You’re whatever we want you to be. Now, we’re heading to the center of the village where Obo is waiting for you both.” He licked his lips while looking between the two. “I can’t wait to see what he’s planning.”

Adeau bit his lip, eyeing the pair as well. “Well, all I know is we get to have the first round with these two.” 

Kara perked up, her nerves rising as she was piecing together what these two were getting at. “F-first round?”

“You’ll see~” Adeau cooly replied, tugging her forward and towards the door. “Let’s get moving. I know the entire village is excited to see you two in your new looks.”

Kara and Fenris scanned over themselves once more, grimacing at the embarrassing state they were both in. Being collared and painted in such a way was utterly humiliating, but it only got worse as they each glanced back at their flanks. Their tails had felt rather uncomfortable the entire time, and they soon found out why as their eyes went wide. Both of their tails were tied up, with another leash connecting them to their collars. With their appendages done up in such a way, it left them constantly flagging themselves, leaving nothing to the imagination. Gritting their teeth, they both tried hard to lower their tails, to no avail.

“Don’t bother trying that,” Malikii scoffed, tugging Fenris forward, “you’re good pieces of eye candy. Nice, fat asses, cute faces, and more. We can’t leave those juicy assholes you have out of sight~”

“And that plump pussy of yours~” Adeau followed, looking back at Kara and tugging her forward again, leaving her right before the hut’s exit. “Time to show you two off.”

The pair of ponies clenched their teeth, having no other choice but to follow their captors. Malikii and Adeau were right, at the moment, they were completely at the mercy of the zebra. Captured, mocked, and seemingly now being pulled around like degenerate trophies, they were in an incredibly tough situation. Scowling all the while, they exited the hut right behind the two zebra holding their leashes.

As the bright sun clashed on their faces, they blinked wildly. It seemed to be an entire new day, though the village was very different. All around them, zebras were eagerly standing, eyeing them both intensely. Their stares were not welcoming ones, rather they were ones filled with nothing but pure desire. Kara and Fenris attempted to recoil, glancing back at themselves once again. Their nethers were on full display, bands of paint marking their bodies, and with the collars on them, they looked nothing short of pathetic - which seemed to be exactly what the zebras liked.

Sweat beaded down their brows, as the intensity of everything was setting upon them. Countless eyes stared at them, the sun beat down on them, and their anger was only growing alongside their shame. Grimacing, still looking back at themselves and their tied up tails, they were snapped back to attention by their leads being tugged.

“Don’t you two look so happy~” Adeau teased.

The pair of ponies simply scowled at the zebra, but followed nonetheless. As several zebras started to trot towards them, closing distance alarmingly fast, they both tensed up. Each and every zebra looked at them with carnal hunger, eyeing their curves and more. As a particularly excited stud trotted to Fenris’ side, he raised a hoof and slapped the pegasus’ ass. The pony’s eyes went wide, as he elicited a yelp of both surprise and pain. The zebra stud paid no mind to his sudden cry, simply drinking in the sight of his ass subtly jiggling from the impact.

“W-what the-“ Fenris attempted to scold, only to be cut off by a particularly hard tug of his leash.

“Shut up and get used to it. You’re property, you’re meant to be treated like this. Matter of fact,” Malikii smirked, turning towards the growing crowd following them through the village, “be free to feel these two up! We’ve got quite a ways to the center of town, so enjoy what you can until the real fun starts.”

“H-hang on what do you - ahn!” 

As a zebra stud slammed his hoof down onto her flank, Kara’s question was sundered. She bit her lip, doing her best to contain her ire, as she looked at the zebra who had struck her. He seemed to ignore her gaze, too busy drinking in the sight of her ass’ motions from his blow. Continuing her trot, she heard Fenris elicit another yelp as his rear was hit once again. 

Zebra surrounded them and made use of them through their entire walk. Smacking their asses, groping their curves, throwing degrading comments, sexual remarks - the two of them just had to take it. With no means of defending themselves, and truly being at the mercy of their hostile hosts, they both had to swallow their pride.

Their grimaces never faltered. With each smack on the rump, they bit down on their lips. Every single aspect of their current situation was beyond humiliating to them, but they had no other choice. Moving through another wave of zebras, their flanks being assaulted with lewd strikes the whole while, they finally made it to the center of town.

The pair grunted, as their rears stung from the degrading slaps they had received. Doing their best to disregard how pathetic they seemed, they gazed around. It seemed the entire village was gathering here, forming a circle around the center. Being led through a side of said circle, tugged by their leashes, Kara and Fenris were brought into the middle.

Finally clear to see what, or who rather, was in the center of this massive gathering, their enraged states only grew as they saw that it was none other than Obo. Eyeing the two ponies, he simply smirked. With a motion of his hoof, Malikii and Adeau nodded. Tugging Kara and Fenris towards them, they hastily detached the leashes, and watched as the pair’s tails hastily swung down to their flanks. Smuggly smiling at the two ponies, knowing full well just how badly they wanted to hurt them for this, the two brothers waltzed into the crowd.

Fenris stretched his wings out, eyeing the sky around them. Theoretically, he could fly away, get help, and come back, but that’d leave Kara entirely on her own. Not only that, but he wasn’t much of a flier in the first place, and he was fairly confident they’d be able to hit him with another one of those blow darts in the air. Furling them back to his sides, he looked over towards his companion.

She scanned around them, taking note that they were very much surrounded by what seemed to be every single zebra the village had to offer. Any escape routes were nonexistent, bar the sky, but as an earth pony that wasn’t exactly an option for her.  

The two exchanged glances, silently accepting their fate. There was no running away from this - whatever this was.

Turning their attention to Obo, Fenris scowled. “So this was your intention? Parade us around like a set of trophies?”

“Not really, no, it wasn’t. The original idea was to get you both addicted to the pleasures Estrum gave you through several meals and drinks,” gesturing towards Kara, he frowned, “until miss herb-expert had to ruin our fun.”

“Sorry your plan sucked," Kara grunted, eyeing him.

“Eh ~ the second one worked wonders. I mean, look at you two! A lovely appearance for two slaves," the zebra chief furthered, beginning to circle the two.

“Slaves? What are you p-planning," Fenris stuttered in question, shivering as Obo dragged a hoof along his cutiemark.  

“Oh, eager little thing aren’t we?” He moved towards Kara, dragging his hoof along her cutiemark as well, causing her to stir. “You two seem like the competitive types, so, let’s have a bit of a challenge. It’ll be fun~”

“Seriously? You have your little sex-crazed apprentices drag us through your town, have your people treat us like objects, and have us looking like this, just to call it fun?” Kara seethed, glowering at the zebra. 

Shrugging his shoulders, Obo raised a brow. “Well, fun for us, but I’ve got a feeling you two will be enjoying it soon enough. You had to ruin our original way of doing things, but hey, with this challenge there’s a chance you’ll be able to go back home. Though, I doubt you’ll want to.” 

“And what exactly is this challenge?” Fenris cautiously inquired.

“You may deny it, but you’re both destined to be our village’s personal sluts - but I’d love to test the willpower you two have,” Obo started, pointing a forehoof at the two. “Being so, the challenge is as follows. All you two have to do is obey every command we give you for the entire day. You’ll put on a nice show for us, service us, let us use you both, etcetera etcetera.” He lowered his hoof, tilting his head and smirking. “If you two still want to leave by morning, you’re more than welcome to.”

The pair recoiled at the notion, disgusted, angered, and downright shocked at what was being offered. They had a hunch on Obo’s intentions, but this was beyond what they expected. He was suggesting they both willingly yield to him and the rest of the village, taking on the roles of nothing more than sex slaves. Gritting their teeth at him, they watched him nonchalantly shrug.

“You don’t really have an option here. Less you want to do things in a much harder fashion.”

The sun beat down on them, while they took a step back. They were surrounded by zebras on every end, they were without their most powerful artifacts, and they realistically had no escape options. Loathe as they were to admit it, Obo was absolutely right. They had no other options.

A lump formed in Kara’s throat, as she looked over at Fenris. Sweat beaded down his form as it did hers, and his look spoke volumes to her. They both knew they had no choice, and silently nodding to one another, she turned her attention towards Obo.

“F-fine…”

“So what are you two going to be?” he teased, leaning forwards slightly.

“We’ll be your…” Fenris hesitated, scrunching his muzzle, before swallowing his pride, “we’ll be your…slaves…for today only.” 

Grunting in approval, Obo rolled his eyes, “It’s adorable that you think that. I can assure you, you’ll both be more than happy being here by tonight.” 

“Fat chance,” Kara grumbled, throwing her gaze away from the zebra.

“Sure ~ Well then, first things first,” Obo began, motioning for a zebra in the crowd to come forward. Quickly, the smaller stud ran up to him, carrying two vials of glowing liquid. With a forehoof, Obo snatched them up. “Drink one of these each.”

Kara recoiled, immediately identifying the brew contained within the containers. “W-we can’t…”

Obo furrowed his brow, angrily glaring at the mare. “Last I checked, a good slave obeys. Do you really want to forfeit my challenge, and your one chance of getting out of here, already?”

Kara gulped hard, before silently trotting over and snatching up one of the vials. Fenris followed suit, grasping the other container with his wing. They each stared at their drinks nervously, knowing full well what was in it, and more importantly, what it’d do to them.

If the volume of the Estrum mix was the same as the amount they had the evening before, it wouldn’t have been all too concerning, but much to their disappointment, there was far more in these containers. Not only that, but its glow was significantly more potent, making it obvious that far more Estrum was mixed into these brews.

“Drink up," Obo commanded.

Biting their lips, nerves going alight, the two ponies popped off the lids of the vials. A fragrant cloud met their sinuses, as the amorous scent of the concoction hit them. Shivering from head to hoof, feeling a tingling sensation grow already from the scent alone, they looked at one another.

Kara huffed hot air from her nostrils, adorning a confident look. “We got this. No problem, right?”

Fenris smirked, before nodding in agreement. “We’ll be out of here by morning. No problem.”

Their predicament was a nightmare to them, but they couldn’t yield. As long as they willed themselves, and pushed through whatever acts Obo and his people would force them to do, they’d be back on their way the next morning. They had been through a lot on their myriad of adventures, and they had no intention of letting those travels halt due to some lewd torment.

Convincing themselves that no amount of pleasure could possibly break their iron wills, they dutifully pressed the containers to their lips and began to down the brew. Gulp after gulp of the aphrodisiac went down their gullets, destining them to the seas of rapture. Clenching their eyes, they swallowed the last droplets, before angrily tossing aside the containers.

Fenris furled his wings back to his sides, before taking a deep breath. “There, now what?” 

Obo licked his lips, his stallionhood beginning to exit its sheath. His arousal was hard to hide, especially with the plan and knowledge he held within him. The first part of his strategy had taken form, and he knew there was no going back for these ponies. The teasing, and ultimately pleasures, he and his people would deliver these two would demolish any defiance and pride they had in them. They still held onto that courage, that bravado, but he knew full well that it wouldn’t last long. They’d become slaves, just as they were destined to.

His lips curled into a devilish smile, as his eyes glimmered with excitement. Whirling around, rising to his haunches, he spread out his hind legs. Pausing for a moment, he addressed the crowd of his people around him. 

“Now it’s time for the real fun.”
> Chapter 4
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The pair stood in the center of the village, sweating from the sun’s heat and their nerves being on edge. Real fun, that’s what Obo had said, meaning their trials were sure to only get harder. 

“And by real fun you mean - nnf ~” 

Kara bit her lip, as an intense heat erupted in her loins. Near instantly, her marehood started to drip with her instinctual need, her perky tits became erect, and her asshole started to throb with desire. She held her ground, giving her best effort to tune out the carnal thoughts beginning to flood her mind. Estrum could, and would, make any pony who consumes it begin to crave sexual satisfaction. Be it mare or stallion, the herb forced a heat-like state into those who consumed it - ultimately making them long for a good dicking. Unlike heat however, the desire, amplified sensitivity, and more wouldn’t be quenched from pleasure - as the herb’s effects worked for a set amount of time.

She looked to her side, eyeing Fenris, and saw he too was feeling the effects of the brew. He clenched his eyes, seemingly also focused on keeping his composure. His wings twitched, desperate to unfold from his arousal, his stallionhood had grown fully erect, twitching beneath him, and his backdoor was pulsing with unwelcome cock-lust. His tail wagged, which was always a telltale sign of arousal for him. 

He wasn’t opposed to some good cock, hell, there were several times he and Kara had gotten roped into some lewd affairs with studs and mares alike, but this time was different. Something deep within him was desperate to be plowed, to be completely dominated, and although he knew it was due to the effects of Estrum, he felt his confidence waver ever so slightly.

All the two of them had was one large dose of Estrum, and the effects were hitting them hard. Though, regardless of this desire welling up within them, their ire didn’t yield. Shakily standing tall, they glared over at Obo.

“Seems you’re feeling the effects of our little mixture hmm? Let’s test things,” Obo mocked, lifting a hind leg and showcasing his gargantuan stallionhood. “How’s this look to you two?”

Try as they might, the two found their attention quickly drifting towards Obo’s groin, and, catching sight of his titanic cock, they felt the devious fire within them intensify. Estrum’s effects were kicking into high gear, as they were both enthralled by the sight of his member. 

Fenris was above average by pony standards, but Obo was above average by zebra standards. His tool was nothing short of bewildering, as it twitched and slapped against his stomach. Dwarfing even the most well endowed pony stallions by a fair margin, the chief had a package that seemed mythical. Couple that with his two grapefruit sized nuts, both of which carried untold liters of spunk in them, and he was a sight to behold.

The two continued to stare, as a flood of images surged into their imagination. Visions of them being plowed, used, and absolutely dominated clashed against their reason. Their defiance continued fighting valiantly, as it managed to pull them back to their senses. Blinking wildly, they snapped out of their state as their blushes deepened.

“From that reaction, I’d assume it looks pretty good~” Obo taunted, before lowering his hind leg again. “You’ll earn the right to savor it once you’re both properly broken and entirely devoted to me as my personal cock-warmers. Until then, you'll have to settle for the rest of the village.” 

The two didn’t speak, all too consumed by their shame and lust combined. Only occasionally meeting Obo’s eyes, they avoided his gaze as much as they could.

“Malikii,” Obo started, turning to his left and pointing to the stud, “and Adeau,” he continued, motioning towards the zebra’s brother, “come here.” 

Eagerly, the two scampered out of the crowd and to their chief. 

“Yes sir?” Malikii started, struggling to hide his excitement.

Obo chuckled, amused by the obvious eagerness the two brothers held. “For bringing these two delectable toys to us, as promised, you’ll be getting the first samples of them.” 

“W-what does that mean?” Fenris shakily inquiried, struggling to keep his eyes off of Adeau’s growing stallionhood.

Disregarding the pegasus’ question, Obo nodded at the two brothers. “Since you were the one to subdue them, you may have the first pick, Malikii.”

Kara grit her teeth, her anger rising in tune with her lust. “First pick for what!”

Malikii eyed the fiery earth pony, his smile furthering as he watched her eyes slowly trail down to his groin. “Like what you see, little mare?” 

Her eyes went wide, as she shook her head intensely. “N-no! You wish!” 

“Ain’t that a shame, because I pick you," he smuggly returned.

A knot formed in Kara’s chest, as she watched the zebra’s cock throb with excitement at his words. Eyeing the thick slab of meat, she felt her marehood give an enthusiastic wink. Her disgust grew, as she fought valiantly to stave off her natural instincts. For some reason, deep down within her, she wanted him. The Estrum was messing with her head, seeping into the darkest depths of her lewd imagination, and it was doing its utmost to tear her mind apart.

“Guess that means I get you, cutie~” Adeau remarked, raising a brow at Fenris.

The pegasus didn’t react, having drawn his eyes towards the zebra’s groin. He had handled his fair share of stallionhoods in the past, but never had his body so deeply yearn for one. His backdoor pulsed, longing to feel itself filled with what his captor had to offer, as his own cock dripped with precum. The Estrum he was forced to drink was morphing his mind into that of a mare in heat, and much to his dismay, a part of him was finding a deep enjoyment in this revelation. Grinding his teeth, he pushed these unwelcome thoughts away from the forefront of his mind, as he glared over at Adeau. 

“Awww, you seemed like you were enjoying looking at lil Adeau over here,” the zebra mocked, raising a hind leg and swaying his cock, “does the sexy little mare want some of it?”

Fenris seethed, opening his mouth to retort. “I’m not a mare.” 

“Keep telling yourself that,” Obo retorted, now looking between the two zebra brothers. “You know what I told you you can and can not do. Warm them up, but don’t let them finish.”

“Yes, sir!” the two zebra brothers replied in unison, turning their attention back towards their select ponies and licking their lips.

Fenris and Kara backpedaled ever so slightly, as the two brothers pressed forward. 

“I’m sorry, did you forget our little arrangement already?” Obo questioned, raising a brow. “You’re meant to serve. You’re both slaves. You don’t retreat from your masters.” 

The pair gulped, before averting their gaze to the floor and standing still. Hearing each individual zebra brother walk up to them, they winced as they felt a hoof caress their side.

“Oh, aren’t you such a beauty~” Adeau noted, raising one of Fenris’ wings and dragging a hoof along it. “Such a pretty little pegasus, aren’t you?” 

Fenris struggled and failed to hide his blush, as the zebra continued to caress the sensitive appendage. It was common knowledge that handling a pegasus’ wing was a very sensual thing, and that said wing was always an erogenous zone. Squirming from the touch, his sensitivity upped by several amounts from the Estrum, he continued to hold onto his defiance.

“Shut up," he coldly shot back, avoiding Adeau’s eyes.

The zebra simply rolled his eyes, before leaning forward and whispering into Fenris’ ear. “Now, that isn’t how a good girl is meant to talk.” He dragged his hoof along the pegasus’ back, causing him to shiver. “Be a good slave, turn around, and present yourself.” 

Fenris froze, a lump formed in his throat, he felt his groin explode in heat, and his eyes went wide as dinner plates. Hesitantly, he drew his gaze to Adeau, looking at him with pure disbelief. “W-what?”

“You heard me,” Adeau harshly replied, “turn around, and present yourself.” 

The pegasus gulped hard, slowly looking over at Obo, who was still watching over the two. His eyes only met a judging glare from the massive zebra, all but confirming his suspicion. He had to do as Adeau said, less he and Kara face what was bound to be a harsh, well, harsher, punishment. Taking a deep breath, focusing on ignoring the longing for cock growing within him, he hesitantly rose to his hooves and turned around.

With his rump facing Adeau, he shakily looked back. “L-like this? Ahn!”

His question was first met with a firm smack on his ass, only then followed by Adeau scowling at him. “I said present. Lower your body, keep your ass in the air, and lift that tail of yours.”

Fenris clenched his eyes, his arousal now beginning to soar from the smack on his flank. He wasn’t that big of a masochist, but seemingly the Estrum was still having its way with him. Scrunching his muzzle, his blush only deepening, he slowly lowered his chest to the ground, raised his ass, bit his lip, and flagged his tail.

Feeling the cool morning air clash against his warm backdoor, he stifled a moan. Never had his asshole felt this needy, nor had it ever felt this sensitive. Kara wasn’t kidding when she said Estrum was dangerous - but in a horribly pleasurable way. Clenching his eyes further, shame washing over him as he felt his pucker throb with excitement, he refused to look back.

“There’s a good mare," Adeau remarked, caressing the smaller stud’s curves.

Fenris furrowed his brow, the remark revitalizing his anger. “I’m not a mare…” 

“A-ta-ta,” Adeau tutted, smacking the pegasus’ flank once again, earning a surprised yelp from him, “you are a mare. Now, be a good bitch and use those wings to spread yourself.”

The anger within Fenris only continued to grow alongside his shame, as he slowly unfurled his wings and reached back with them. Grasping each of his cheeks, he slowly spread his buns apart, showing off his asshole fully to the zebra behind him.

“Good, now say you’re a needy little mare,” Adeau commanded.

Fenris whipped his head back, staring daggers at the zebra. The zebra simply returned his rage-filled look with a smug one, smirking and snickering all the while. 

“Need I remind you of the stakes?” Adeau furthered. 

Turning his face away from the zebra, and taking a deep breath, Fenris swallowed his pride. “I-I’m a needy…little…mare.”

Adeau rolled his eyes, leveling his face with the pegasus’ pucker. “We’re gonna make sure you’re screaming that by tonight.”

“W-what do you - mmmmmph!”

Cutting Fenris off, Adeau slowly, yet lovingly, dragged his tongue along the edge of the pony’s asshole. Though the heat of the sun had brought the pony to a sweaty state, the flavor his body provided was euphoric. The taste of lavender met the zebra’s palette, with a spicy kick clashing against the salty flavors of sweat. Fenris writhed before him, squirming and desperately trying to suppress a moan. The pony’s struggles only encouraged him further, as he dove his muzzle into the stallion’s asshole. Pressing his tongue within, tasting and teasing the poor stud with expert efficiency, he savored every second of it. Lavender scents met his sinuses, sweet and fragrant beyond compare, and the flavor only got better with it. He had read in books that ponies smelt and tasted good no matter the stakes, and it seemed such claims were true.

Fenris covered his mouth with his forehooves, clenching his eyes while he desperately tried to hide his pleasure. Subconsciously, he had pried his buns apart further with his wings, allowing Adeau to lavish his backdoor all the better. It felt good, horribly so, and it was driving his mind into a frenzy. With each stroke of his tongue, Adeau sent his pleasurable nerves alight, causing him to shudder and stir intensely below. His stallionhood twitched, his balls ached, and he felt that burning desire deep within warm up with renewed passion.

He couldn’t help it, these unbeknownst carnal desires within him were slowly taking over, and he gradually began rocking his hips back, pressing himself against the zebra’s snout. He clenched his teeth, trying with all his might to contain the moans in his chest from escaping him, but it was all for naught. Knowing his efforts were in vain, he tried his best to match the flurry of groans about to escape him with insults.

“B-buck you! Ahn! This is n-nothing! Unf! Mmmmf!”

Fenris’ defiance seemed to add fuel to Adeau’s lewd fire, as the zebra continued to slaver his sensitive rear with his tongue. Reaching up with a forehoof, Adeau carefully teased the tips of Fenris’ wing, elevating the sensations by a magnitude. On and on the zebra went, gradually making the pegasus reach the cusp of a climax, and with all his might the stud wished to defy it. Gritting his teeth, with fiery rage burning in his eyes, Fenris steeled himself and fought off the onslaught of pleasure.

Kara looked on, horrified by the sight. The stud she was always with was being absolutely humiliated, and a part of her found it hot. Shaking her head, pushing away the thought that was likely due to Estrum’s influence, she peered at Malikii from the corner of her eye. Whether she liked it or not, the second she noticed the zebra stud trotting to her, her heart skipped a beat, her marehood winked, and she felt her abdomen go ablaze. Damn him, and damn the Estrum Obo forced her to drink, because now all of her primal needs were active - and cranked up by several metrics.

She did her best to remain stoic, tuning out her partner’s moans and insults to better keep herself together. If Fenris was brought to such a state, it was very possible she too could start to be dismantled. Meeting Malikii’s eyes, she felt herself wavering. His masculine build, his warm smile, the absolute monster of a cock he was packing - it was a blend that sent her marish instincts into a frenzy. A blush descended upon her, as she averted her eyes.

“Hehe ~ What happened to that fiery attitude?” Malikii inquired, brushing her hair out of the way and caressing her cheek.

“Buck off,” she snapped, flicking away his hoof and snarling at him.

“There it is! But, unfortunately for you, I don’t think I will,” Malikii soothed, rising up and towering over the mare. “Lay on your back, and spread those legs of yours.”

Kara grit her teeth, before glancing over towards Fenris. His enraged grimace contradicted his quivering form and dripping stallionhood, though it was clear he was putting up a damn good fight. The two of them just had to withstand whatever the zebras threw at them, and it seemed like a pleasurable assault was exactly their challenge. Huffing hot air from her nostrils, she slowly lowered herself, rolled onto her back, and splayed her hind legs. A deep, crimson blush met her muzzle, as she watched a strand of her essence connect to her thigh, all but confirming that she was very aroused.

“Looks like you’re pretty excited~” he teased.

“Only b-because you made me drink that damn potion!” she retorted, scowling at him.

Malikii dismissed her claim, happily waltzing up towards her. Leaning down, leveling his head with her marehood, he looked at her with lidded eyes. “Let’s see what you taste like, shall we?”

Before Kara could reply, she felt her body go stiff as a wave of pleasure ran up her spine. Her legs quaked, she felt her snatch wink, and her breath hitched as Malikii dragged his tongue along her slickened folds. Grimacing, she glared down at him before her eyes went wide - seeing he was about to reach her clit.

“W-wait don’t - aahn!”

Malikii did nothing more than flick her engorged clit with his tongue, but it was more than enough to rock her with a euphoric wave of pleasure never before experienced. Estrum, to her knowledge, upped the sensitivity of those who consumed it, but she had no idea it could do it by so much. Throwing her forehooves up to her mouth, attempting to hide her shame, she heard Malikii chuckle.

“Your moans are lovely, bitch. I’ll enjoy hearing them more and more,” he mocked, shifting his attention to her perky bosoms. “Awww, aren’t these the cutest little things”

Taking deep breaths, pushing the carnal thoughts out of her mind, while doing her best to ignore the tingles of ecstasy coursing through her, she scoffed at the zebra. “Shut up!”

“Oh? That one strike a cord?” Malikii taunted, slowly dragging a hoof towards her tits. “Don’t be embarrassed ~ When one of us knocks you up, after you’ve earned the right, these are gonna be nice and big!” 

Her blush only deepened, as the passing shot at her breasts hit her to her core. The mention of knocking her up, bestowing upon her her purpose as a mare, it elevated her sensations by a magnitude. A flurry of images assailed her mind, all with the imagery of her positively gravid, with one of these striped fiends’ foal. Clenching her eyes, she attempted to steel herself.

She had always been a bit insecure about the size of her teats, but it wasn’t something that was brought to the surface all too often. She knew the Estrum was making her think like this, she knew it was trying to break down the walls of her fortitude, but she refused to let it win. Cracking an eye open, pleasure coursing through her as Malikii began teasing one of her nipples, she shot back.

“You - nnnf - you wish!”

“So fierce ~ It’ll be my greatest pleasure to see you broken,” the zebra calmly replied, bringing his maw to one of her hardened nipples and lovingly suckling on it.

Watching as he pulled his head back, Kara simply remained quiet. She had to focus on containing herself and reserving her energy towards keeping her act together. Though he hadn’t gone all out on her just yet, she knew she would come to a climax in devastating fashion. Ignoring the feeling of her dubiously winking snatch, she focused on more ideal thoughts. 

Her and Fenris leaving this village, having conquered this absurd challenge proposed to them, and making their way back home. They could do this. 

“A-ahn! F-fuck!” 

Her ear twitched, as she shot her attention to her side. Bucking his hips back into his assailant, was Fenris. Though he had been doing his best to maintain his composure, Adeau’s unrelenting pleasurable assault had made a crack in his fortitude. Biting his lip, shame coursing through him for his outburst, he managed a glance at Kara.

The pure lust in his gaze caused her stomach to twist, as she came to find herself doubting their chances. With a mere, single vial of Estrum, their bodies were being overwhelmed and overthrown by pleasure. Desperate to quell her own doubts, as well as attempt to encourage her mate, she called out to the stud.

“J-just hang on Fen, we can - mmmmmmph!!!!” 

She bit down on her lip hard, having to silence a sea of moans before she could finish her words to her partner. Without warning, seemingly waiting for her to attempt to speak, Malikii had dove back into her snatch full force. His tongue pressed into her walls, but, much to her mixed dismay and joy, he didn’t stop there. Beginning a rotation, he shifted between her folds and her asshole, tongue fucking each region with vigor. 

Malikii couldn’t have been happier, enjoying and lavishing the delectable flavor of the mare he was toying with. The scent and taste of strawberries assailed his senses, all but elevating the situation by a significant magnitude. He felt her quivering from his actions, slowly motioning her hips against his muzzle, pressing into him subconsciously for more. Ponies were a treasure, he couldn’t deny it. Euphoric taste, fragrant smells, and ideal bodies - it was like they were made to be conquered

And conquered these two would be.

On and on the two zebras went, overwhelming their partner’s highly sensitive bodies with their endless pleasurable attack. They knew they were making progress, as the pair of captives increased their motions, moving their hips into their muzzles at a quickening pace. They didn’t relent for a moment, nothing but determined to truly show these ponies how dire their situation was. 

“Ah! Ah! Mmmph! Ssss-stop! Ahn!”

“Unf! D-dammit! Nnnngh! Ah! Ah!” 

Their attempts to silence their moans had long been defied, as they were now openly crying out in pleasure. With their eager motions and frequent moans, it was more than apparent that a climax was descending upon the two of them. Adeau and Malikii would’ve taken them all the way, enjoying every second they had with the ponies, but Obo seemed to have other plans.

“Stop,” the zebra chief boomed from behind, causing the two brothers to nearly immediately freeze.

Quickly pulling their snouts back, Adeau and Malikii whirled their attention towards Obo. The two ponies they had been servicing moments before continued to motion their hips back, pressing themselves into the now absent muzzles that had been pleasing them, lost in a blur of pleasure. Finally realizing their nearing climaxes were brought to an abrupt halt, they slowed their motions and let out a weak whimper.

Obo motioned a foreleg, nudging his head to the side. “You two, go back into the crowd. You had the first samples of these two as promised.” 

Watching the two brothers bow forward, before licking their lips clean and trotting back into the circle surrounding the center, Obo walked up to the two ponies. They both lay panting, blushes deep within their muzzles while their bodies quaked and quivered. He raised a brow as he saw them each slowly drag a hoof to their groins, seemingly desperate to reach the climax that had been taunting them so deeply.

“Both of you, on your hooves,” Obo commanded.

The two paused their motions, slowly escaping the miasma of lust they had been consumed by. Weakly raising their heads, they squinted over at the zebra.

“W…wha?” Kara mumbled, struggling to focus as torrents of lewd desire ripped through her.

“I said, on your hooves,” the zebra repeated.

“F-fine…” Fenris grumbled, shakily rising. 

With Kara following suit, the pair of ponies uneasily stood back up. Even more sweat beaded down their forms, their loins were ablaze, and they desperately yearned for the sensation of release - though they did their best not to show it.

“What do you - ngh - want?” Kara scolded, glaring at the zebra.

“Just drop the defiant facade already,” Obo started, rolling his eyes. “I saw you both bucking your hips into those two’s muzzles like the needy sluts you truly are.”

Fenris growled at the other stud, his aching wings twitching at his sides. “W-whatever! Mmf! What now!?”

The crowd around the two murmured amongst themselves, as Obo snickered. “Now? You’ll put on a quick little show.” 

Kara gazed around, her shame revitalizing itself as she realized just how many zebras saw how she and Fenris just were. Fenris seemed to come to the same realization, as he looked around and scrunched his muzzle in anger. 

Obo looked at the crowd surrounding them, before eyeing them from the corner of his eye. “You two, sit down, side by side.” 

Exchanging confused glances, rubbing their thighs together all the while, Fenris and Kara reluctantly did as told. Wobbling a few steps forward, they both shifted their stances and sat down beside one another. Gulping nervously, the burning within them never faltering, they looked down at their groins.

Fenris’ stallionhood throbbed needily, while his balls and asshole ached. He desperately wished to feel his climatic release, the Estrum coursing through him only elevating that need by a magnitude. Kara fared no better, her marehood now wantonly winking as it grasped at nothing. A part of her was wishing Obo would bring her to release, but she did her best to shut out that desire. 

They watched nervously as Obo signaled to yet another stud within the crowd, exchanging uncertain looks with one another. Soon, the stud the chief called for came trotting over, carrying something that made their nerves go alight.

It was another large container of the Estrum brew.

Gingerly, Obo grabbed the container from the villager, before dismissing him. Carrying the container in his foreleg, he slowly walked up to Kara and Fenris, now standing directly before them. Rising to his haunches, they watched wide-eyed as he poured the brew directly onto his cock - coating it in the intense aphrodisiac. Dropping back down to all fours, he slowly stepped over the two ponies. With them sitting, he was able to level his tool with their heads, allowing it to hang between them. They looked at it in awe, enthralled by its sight in their lust-driven states. Though they’d loathe to admit it, they slowly began to drool.

“Now sluts,” Obo started, snapping them out of their trance, “you suck.”
> Chapter 5
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Jaws dropping, the pair of ponies let Obo’s order ring in their heads.

Now, you suck.

If only they had their artifacts, they’d have more than easily disposed of Obo and any other creature that was intent on using them - though they simply didn’t.

With Estrum coursing through them, they stared at the zebra’s gargantuan cock with fear and small portions of excitement. It was just doused with a very bright Estrum brew, seemingly somehow even more potent than the one they had been forced to consume earlier. They knew full well that the second they put their lips onto his package, even more of the euphoric herb would take hold on their bodies . 

They wanted to retort, they wanted to fight back, they wanted to laugh at the zebra for making such an absurd demand - yet they knew they couldn’t. Drinking in every divine inch of the tool presented before them, nearly obscuring each other from one another’s view, they felt the burning in their loins rage on. The thick member was beyond anything they had ever seen in their lives, dwarfing even the pony stallion’s in the porno mags they sometimes used as reference for their own private sessions. It throbbed lightly with the veins along it pulsing with blood, only further supplying the fuel to keep it absolutely rock hard. Estrum dripped down it, gathering in the region where his weighty nuts met his lengthy dick.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Obo inquired in a sultry tone.

With their need to climax only fueling their degenerate desires, Fenris and Kara could only gulp in response. It wasn’t that their ire or defiance had been struck out of them, but rather the sheer shock from his endowment had finally dawned upon them. Managing to pry their eyes off his tool, driven by the parts of their brain screaming to resist, they ducked down and looked at one another.

Though they still gave each other a reassuring look of confidence, it was nowhere near the unbreakable bravado they had about an hour ago. One dose of Estrum, accompanied by some intense oral stimulation, had brought them to openly moaning messes - anymore and it could lead to devastating results.

In an attempt to calm themselves, they each took a deep breath, but soon found such action to be a ruinous mistake. With their sinuses vulnerable to any lingering aromas, Obo’s heady musk soared into their senses. They realized their transgression all too late, as their eyes fluttered, their bodies quaked, and they found themselves moving up and closer to his cock ever so slightly.

There were good smells, there were great smells, and then there were ones that were downright divine. The earthy, exotic scent that bestowed itself upon them was unlike any they had ever experienced, but it brought with it a sense of delight. The Estrum they had consumed heightened their every sense, and now it was showcasing just how devastating it could be on that of their smell. Clenching their eyes, the fire of defiance within them still burning bright, they recoiled.

“You w-want us to bucking blow you?” Kara snarled, calling out from below the titan of a stud.

“Is that not what I just said? Or are you too busy thinking about what this cock will do to you to think clearly?” Obo cheerily replied. 

Furrowing his brow, forced to accept the zebra’s orders, Fenris called out to him. “So, how…do you want us to do this?”

Swaying his hips, in turn motioning his package, Obo smiled. “Simple. One of you suckling on my nuts, the other worshiping my shaft. Don’t worry who gets what, you’ll switch spots at some point.”

Fenris and Kara once again looked at one another, eyeing the zebra’s shaft from the corner of their eyes. Nodding his head at his mate, taking a deep, nervous gulp, Fenris went ahead and took the initiative. Slowly, he shifted his position and stooped down, leveling his snout with Obo’s nuts. Giving himself an internal peptalk, deeply trying to reassure himself that he could do this, he slowly opened his maw and dragged his tongue along one of the cum-filled orbs.

A shiver of ecstasy went through the pegasus, as the second his tongue pressed against the thick flesh of the zebra’s balls, he was assailed with a flavor beyond any he had known before. Similar to his musk, Obo’s taste was downright addictive. Earthy, salty, and exotic - it was the perfect blend of tempting. Mixing with the natural flavor the zebra provided, was the herbal brew that his package was doused in. The Estrum mixed with his already divine taste in a catastrophic harmony - nearly sundering the pegasus’ reservations in an instant. 

With each and every lick, he ingested more of the aphrodisiac, and its effects were taking hold in quick fashion. The desire within him surged with renewed intensity, his downright need to cum was becoming unbearable, and he found himself stifling a moan as he began suckling on one of the nuts before him. Dragging his tongue along the area where Obo’s balls and shaft met, picking up a hefty dose of the devious brew, Fenris’ eyes fluttered. His defiance faltered once again, as he started to entirely engulf one of the pendulous orbs into his maw.

Kara grit her teeth, unsure if she was glad or envious that Fenris had opted to take on Obo’s cum tanks, but needless to say, she had a task to accomplish. Moving herself, hovering just above Fenris, she eyed the zebra’s cock nervously. She found herself licking her lips, imagining just how good the tool could feel if it was put to use in other places, but, feeling her marehood give a wink in response to her lust, she shook her head. 

Allowing her instincts to overtake her logic would only lead to her galavanting her way into becoming a mind-broken sex slave for Obo and his village. She attempted to steel herself, convincing herself she had the willpower to resist the pleasures she was about to engage with. She motioned her head forward, nearly resting atop of Fenris’, and, despite her ire, slowly brought her tongue to the zebra’s sheath. Clenching her eyes, she took a single, solitary lick - yet that was all it took.

Her eyes shot open, her cunt gushed with her juices, and she felt dizzy. The taste, by Celestia the taste. It was unreal and undefinable, yet it was coursing through her taste buds like firecrackers. She had no idea why, or how, his shaft could hold some unholy blend of flavor, but his natural taste conjoined with that of Estrum sent her reeling in a moment. Pressing forward once more, moreso driven by her outright need for more of the taste, she began dutifully mopping his shaft. Dragging her tongue up and down the titanic tool, more and more Estrum entered her system, taking effect on her. Her primal urges grew stronger and stronger, as she brought her mouth to the tip of his cock and suckled on it.

“There you go ~ Such good mares," Obo cooed, gently rocking his hips.

Both ponies simply moaned in response,  seemingly lost in a sea of their own lust. With every passing second, they were pushed more and more towards the edge of their sanity. The Estrum, his taste, and their denied climaxes blended into a horribly thrilling experience. Where they were initially hesitant, they soon found themselves absentmindedly lavishing him fervently. 

Kara had engulfed his cock fully, throating it down her gullet to her best ability. It slipped down her throat, as she struggled to meet his medial ring, yet her instincts drove her into a frenzy. Just below her, Fenris hungrily suckled on Obo’s nuts, trails of saliva connecting to his lips as he rotated in between each delicious ball. 

On and on they went, worshiping Obo against their own initial reservations. They may have lost their clarity, momentarily, yet some parts of them still resisted heavily. They hadn’t yet begun to stroke themselves, the parts of their minds not currently clouded with lust fending off the urge. Lowering themselves to such a level would go against everything their pride stood for, add in the fact that a climax at this point could be the key factor in undoing the core of their resistance, and they had to hold on.

As they continued to worship their “Master”, as he wished to be referred to, they lost sight of their initial disdain of him. The taste was too good, and though they hated every aspect of the zebra before them, they couldn’t deny having an outright hunger for more.

“Stop,” Obo shouted out, stepping away from the pair, “time to refresh your treat.”

With saliva staining their fur, crestfallen expressions splitting their countenances, the pair watched the zebra trot backwards from them. Having been stripped from their haven, the two had a moment to gather their bearings. They stared dumbfounded at the zebra chief, awestruck by how quickly they had been consumed by their lust, as their minds collected themselves properly. Every part of them was ashamed of how fast they had begun lavishing their captor, yet they also found an aspect of themselves enjoying it. Shaking their heads and gritting their teeth, they watched as Obo doused his packages in the Estrus brew once again.

“Y-you’re putting…more?!?” Kara stuttered, disbelief across her face.

Obo smiled down at her, rolling his eyes. “Oh, this is only the start. You’ll be getting much, much more of our lovely little herb soon enough.” 

“You’re k-kidding right?” Fenris nervously inquiried, staring at the droplets of the potion dribbling down Obo’s member.

“I would never joke,” Obo sighed, adding a few more drops of the aphrodisiac onto his member. “You two are starting to love this, aren’t you?” 

Kara took a sharp breath, as she felt her juices sinking into the fur on her thighs. She feared he was right, somehow some part of this was beginning to become enjoyable - happy even. Scoffing, scolding herself for letting such insane thoughts cross her mind, she turned her nose away from the zebra. 

“Just shut up and get this over with.”

Fenris gave a firm nod in agreement, though his coy smirk faltered as Obo made his way back to them.

“Now,” Obo continued, stepping over them once again, “switch.”

“Fine,” the pegasus shot back, biting his lip. 

Their breath picked up pace, as they took their positions before the zebra’s groin. A deep fear in them continued to grow, knowing full well in moments they’d be slobbering all over Obo’s package again. The Estrum simply did things to them. It seemed insane to believe that somehow ponies had such a critical weakness that could be exploited - yet they were now experiencing it directly. 

They could act confident as much as they wanted, but they felt themselves weakening with every passing moment. It was breaking down their walls of fortitude at a nerve wracking pace, and if things got anymore intense, they feared their minds would shatter from it all. Barely managing to quell their fears, they got to work and began servicing the stallion once more.

Fenris engulfed the larger stud’s dick in his gullet, hesitating before the same sensations that hit him before took hold. Struggling for a moment, the aphrodisiac took hold on him as he began bobbing his head up and down, taking the zebra down his throat hungrily. He clenched his eyes, finding his ability to resist the urges Estrum put into him sundered, as he continued to worship to his best ability. 

His body may have been giving into its desires, but he kept his mind secure - for the most part. He kept telling himself that he was in control, that he could stop if he truly wanted to. He was just doing what he was ordered to, as the challenge required. He wouldn’t be hungrily deep throating his captor’s nuts otherwise - right? His mind hesitated, his signature confidence faltering even more. 

Part of this felt right.

Kara had long since started lavishing the stud’s nuts, finding herself in a similar situation as before. At first she hesitated, her anger conquering all other emotions within her, but as soon as she started, she just couldn’t stop. His nuts were just as good as his cock, and she found herself diving right into them with her best ability. The smells, the flavors, the sounds of his grunts above her, and the sounds of Fenris’ muffled moans to her side - it was all just too good. Popping one nut out of her maw, giving it an urgent lick, she swapped to the other. 

Her body was desiring Obo, and frankly any of these zebras, so badly, so she was just quenching its thirst. That was all there was to it, she was in control of herself, she was simply…having fun with it. It wasn’t that she wanted it, she simply had to do it. She kept reassuring herself of that fact, yet she felt uncertainty brew within her mind.

There was a part of her yearning to be conquered.

They continued for what felt like a lifetime, moaning and suckling on their respective parts of Obo’s package all the while. Though, somewhat to their dismay, the towering zebra pulled back. Releasing his cock and balls from their maws with an audible pop, he strained his face in pleasure. 

“Open your mouths, now,” he commanded.

Catching onto what he was planning, the pair hesitated. Their minds were screaming to defy Obo, yet their desire soon drowned them out. Indignantly opening their jaws, they let their tongues hang out as they patiently awaited the inevitable. They had to obey, simple as that. Just obey and leave by morning.

“Good slaves,” he complimented, earning a small, scornful look from the two. 

Their reaction to his remark meant nothing to him, as he brought a forehoof down to his shaft and began stroking himself. Within moments, he felt his balls pull up to his groin, as he reached a climax. Ropes of his spunk spewed out of his shaft, flying directly onto the faces of his captives. Several strands made their way into the two’s mouths, and as they went to spit, he snarled.

“Tch - swallow it, sluts.” 

Once again, the duo froze up, the unforeseen command catching them off guard and leading them to pause. Having no other option, they huffed hot air from their nostrils angrily, and dutifully swallowed the seed within their mouths. Seeing his baleful glare, knowing he wasn’t fully satisfied, they also picked up the vestiges of his seed off their faces and swallowed what they could.

Pleased with them, Obo smiled. “Good mares.”

His praise held no value to them, only increasing their anger by a magnitude. Making to swiftly deny him, they both glared at the zebra.

“T-there! Are you happy - a-ah! W-what the hay?!”

“Hold on! Nngh! W-what’s going on?!” 

Their rageful expressions morphed into panting, drooling, desperate ones, and it was all Obo needed to see. He was getting to them, even faster than he could have hoped. As soon as they swallowed his seed, he had felt himself getting giddy, having left out a very important detail about him and his tribe’s essence.

“Oh that’s right ~ that!” he began, shaking his cock to remove the remaining dollops of his seed off it. “You see, we have a special little tradition in our village. We consume Estrum with all of our food and drink, after all it doesn’t affect us zebras.” He lowered himself, staring eye to eye with the struggling ponies. “Since we’ve had so much, it’s become infused with our seed. But it gets better! You see, it’s led our essence to be several magnitudes more potent than the actual herb itself. Makes our spunk rather…addictive if you will.”

Kara strained her face, barely containing the overwhelming need within her. “You b-bastard!” 

Obo motioned his eyes towards the ground, flashing his teeth. “You act so angry, yet you’re absolutely soaking the ground below you.” 

Eyes going wide, Kara looked under herself, only to feel her embarrassment reach new heights. She was absolutely drenched, her juices running down her thighs forming into a small puddle below her. 

Never in her entire life had she ever been this wet. 

“Y-you’re not gonna win!” Fenris sputtered, shaking in place as his stallionhood dripped with precum.

“Right, I’m going to listen to the mare in denial,” Obo mocked, dismissively waving a hoof at the stud. “If that’s the case, why is that nice, tight asshole of yours so desperate for some cock, hmm? Or, why are you dripping with excitement down there?” 

Fenris recoiled, not having to even look to know Obo was right. The load he had just swallowed was ruining him to a psychological level, undoing the seams of his ire and weaving ones of desire in replacement. 

Try as he might, he couldn’t stop the yearning within him.

Obo laughed lightly at the two, before turning towards the circle of zebras around them. “Now, let’s have these two put one last show on for us before the best part comes!” 

“W…what now…” Kara panted, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as the heat within her grew to unbearable levels. 

Obo turned towards the two, before swirling a forehoof in a circular motion. “Back to back, you two.”

The pair, with their clarity sundered, obeyed the command near instantly, whirling in place. Pressing their backs against one another, leaning on each other, they gazed over the crowd around them.

Zebras of varying sizes all looked at them with hunger. Every single one had their stallionhoods out, hard and ready. The two felt their shame growing evermore, acknowledging that these zebras were looking at them as nothing more than sex objects.

“Now w-what?” Fenris asked, barely able to focus as his need clouded his mind.

Obo smiled over at him, before raising an eyebrow. “Spread your legs.” 

The two did so, showcasing their nethers clearly to all the zebras around them.

They looked back at Obo, who chuckled before pointing a forehoof towards them. “Now, get yourselves off.”

They froze, staring dumbstruck at the zebra. True, they so badly yearned for the sweet sensation of release, but they knew damn well how destructive a climax at this point would be. With the sheer amount of aphrodisiacs in them, accompanied by them teetering on the edge of cumming for some time, actually reaching their peaks would without a doubt undo them at a psychological level. Their panting never ceased, though they took a moment to try and bargain with the chief.

“H-hang on - unf - there’s gotta…be something else we can do,” Fenris pleaded.

Obo furrowed his brow at the pegasus. “You know you both want to. Do it.”

Fenris clenched his teeth, as he felt his precum dribble out of his cock. “B-but -“ 

“But nothing. You’ve been given a command, now fulfill it. Like we established, you’re both slaves - do your jobs,” Obo interrupted.

“F-for only today though…” Kara muttered, clenching her eyes as she felt her marehood give yet another enthusiastic wink.

“Something tells me you’re both realizing that might just change~” Obo replied, his voice littered with bravado. 

The two scrunched their muzzles, the chief’s statement echoing in their minds. Within a span of a few hours, they had been put through a pleasurable ordeal that was beyond compare. They hadn’t even been fucked and yet the two of them were feeling their confidence fade more and more. Just a sample of the zebra’s load had driven them into a frenzy. The pleasure, the ecstasy of it all - it was impossible to resist. A climax could be their undoing, especially if the zebras had more planned for them after it.

They had no other option, having accepted the stakes. Drifting their hooves towards their groins, they braced themselves. They had to keep it together. They had to resist. If not, today would be the undoing of all they were.

Fenris gently drifted his forehoof to his shaft, shivering as he gently touched it. Hesitating for a moment, he began stroking himself. With only a few motions, his eyes went wide, and he felt his heart thunder in his chest. He had masturbated countless times in his days, but none of his experiences could compare to the pleasure he was delivering himself right now. His stallionhood was extraordinarily sensitive, the smallest touches sending jolts of pleasure through him. Having been on edge for so long, he picked up his tempo, beginning to lose himself in his need. 

Kara groaned behind him, having started her motions as well. She kneaded her snatch slowly at first, but with each passing second her tempo only increased. She had rubbed herself more times than she could count, but this time it was transcending beyond a euphoric sensation. Each time she graced her clit with her forehoof, she felt herself inching closer and closer to nirvana. Her hoof was soaked in her juices, all while her pussy winked wantonly following each motion she made. To say it was downright irresistible was an understatement, as her rate was beginning to accelerate at a dangerously fast pace.

“Having fun aren’t we?” Obo commented, smirking at the two.

They wanted to respond, to shoot back an insult, yet nothing more than moans escaped their mouths. They’d have stood their ground only an hour ago, but now things had changed. They could only continue to moan in response, finding their voices locked within them. The seas of pleasure overtook their anger and defiance, drowning them out and replacing them with lust and ecstasy. They just kept going, pushing themselves closer and closer to the brink.

Obo glanced at the crowd, seeing their ecstatic faces. “Keep going. You’re putting a good show on for your owners.” 

His words struck a chord with the two, somehow driving them to pick up their pace. They couldn’t explain why, but being encouraged to climax had hit some hidden desire within them. It felt right to be ordered around. It felt good to feel so weak. The only thing they’ve gained from obeying was pleasure - and it was becoming downright addictive. Coming closer and closer to a climax, they felt their vitriol dwindling. 

They just kept going, feeling their brinks approaching. Their faces strained, their legs began to shake, and their breaths were becoming hitched. Any moment now, and their pleasure would explode to new volumes.

“Tell me how close you both are,” Obo commanded.

Barely registering their directions, the two sputtered in response.

“A-ahn! S-so - nnngh - close!” 

“C-can’t - nnnnf - h-hold on! Ah! Ah!”

The zebras around them began cheering out, encouraging them to push themselves past the brink. Degrading remarks came from all around, comments about their bodies spawned from left right and center, and compliments on how good of sluts they were rang out. 

It was all overwhelming their senses. 

The pleasure, the sounds, the smells, the tastes, it was all too much to bear. As they threw their heads up to the sky, tongues lolled out of their mouths, their expressions now pale shadows of their former anger. On the cusp of a climax, they were unable to speak, finding themselves crying out in pleasure. 

Obo walked up to them, leaned down, and whispered. “Now, cum like the sluts you are.” 

His words were the final push needed to send them over the edge. Their bodies froze up, they opened their mouths in a noiseless scream, and their eyes rolled to the back of their heads. With the force of a shattering star, they climaxed. To say it was nirvana itself would be selling it short - it was something beyond reality. Fenris balls pulled up, as his cock shot out rope after rope of seed, while Kara’s cunt gushed with her lewd juices, drenching her thighs and hoof. 

They had experienced many things in their lives, getting themselves off when needed, intimate times in the bedroom, even several orgies with friends and strangers alike - yet all those combined couldn’t even enter the realm of pleasure they were now in. It undid them at a deeper level, as their defiance all but collapsed in on itself, leaving only the pleasures they’d experienced in its wake. 

Twitching, spewing their juices without a care, the two continued moaning and screaming in pleasure. Days, years, centuries could have passed and they would’ve never known. Consumed in a realm of carnal delight, they lost track of time as a whole. They bucked their hips forward, saliva dripped out of their maws, and they shook intensely. 

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, they reached the end of their journey beyond pleasure. Panting heavily, they relaxed their forelegs, and looked on with lust-crazed expressions. The energy taken from them had been substantial, as they collapsed onto their sides. Laying in a pool of their own juices, they barely moved besides the rise and fall of their own chests. They didn’t utter a word, too lost in the miasma of bliss their climaxes put them in, but it wasn’t the end just yet.

Obo looked at the two, pleased with the results. They, for the time being, seemed broken, but it wasn’t enough. There was an explicit reason he had refrained from having them get fucked so far. With them in such vulnerable states, getting rutted nonstop would certainly break their minds to the fullest extent. They were already teetering on the edge of their sanity, if they had not surpassed it already, and being used as cumdumpsters for the next few hours would cement their fall. They seemingly nearly broke from climaxing alone, but he wanted to ensure these two become nothing more than giggling, empty-headed whores for his village to indulge in for years to come.

He turned towards the crowd, drinking in their eager looks. “I think it’s about time you all had a turn with these two.”
> Chapter 6
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It didn’t take long for the zebras within the circle to react to Obo’s words. Moments after his decree, several studs had trotted out from the crowd, beginning to form something akin to a line around the ponies. The crowd was full of chattering, as they discussed what they’d do to these two with their turns. The sudden surge of voices shook Fenris and Kara from their daze, as they slowly began to stir. Still basking in their afterglow, they craned their heads up.

“Haaaa ~ W-what’s going on…” Kara muttered as her eyes fluttered.

Though she wasn’t completely gone just yet, the iron will she once boasted was all but vanquished. Her walls of resistance had been critically breached, and if she was pushed more she’d without a doubt break entirely. Eyeing the multitude of studs surrounding her and Fenris, she licked her lips.

She found the ability to deny her needs stripped of her. Her constant mantra of pressing these needs back completely sundered with her climax. She craved more, wanted more - needed more. The sample of cum she had been given wasn’t enough, nor was the pleasure she experienced through her climax, and, although she hated it deep down, she couldn’t deny desiring more. 

“W-why’re ~ mmmm ~ you all here…?” Fenris followed, looking around with lidded eyes.

His mind was lost in a miasma of ecstasy, his climax having undone his fortitude nearly entirely. He knew if the onslaught of pleasure continued, he’d never be able to go back. Though, a part of him was growing fond of the notion at an alarmingly fast pace. Pleasure was, well, a pleasure, but it was also a danger. Too much, and it was all too easy to become addicted - and it seemed more and more likely that that fate was what awaited him and his mate. Smacking his lips, he managed to find another small remnant of Obo’s seed within his mouth, dutifully swallowing it.

His needs overwhelmed any logic he had, as he found his cravings near unquenchable. A mere mouthful of seed had driven him to near lunacy, but he seemingly had lost the care for his sanity. His body demanded more, even with his clarity slowly returning.

Eventually, two zebra studs walked up to them both, eyeing each other before looking down at them. They seemed to be scanning them, drinking in both their features silently, and the attention was sending a thrill down the pair’s spines. They meekly brought their gazes towards the two unknown stallions, staring at them with lust-crazed eyes. They tried shaking their heads, the afterglow of their orgasms slowly beginning to fade, though it seemed they weren’t recovering fast enough.

“Which one do you want?” the first inquired, turning his attention towards the other.

Snickering, his companion eyed Fenris. “I’ll take the pegasus; that ass of hers is just begging to be destroyed.”

Fenris’ ear twitched, barely registering the remark. It should have angered him, or at the least worried him, but he was too far gone to care. The notion of being called a mare, emasculating him to the deepest extent, was no longer an insult, but rather a comment he found appealing.

“Fine by me,” the first followed, licking his lips as he looked at Kara with lidded eyes.

She barely managed to look back into his cerulean eyes, before her attention shifted back down towards his package. Seeing it, watching it throb with anticipation, made her heart nearly jump out of her chest. She’d have thought a climax would sate her needs, but it seemed to only make her all the more desperate.

As the pair of zebras walked up to them, the two put on a shameful display of resistance. Weakly and pitifully stirring in the zebras’ grasps, they were more than easily overpowered. The first threw Kara onto her side, positioning himself behind her and raising one of her hind legs. The second had rolled Fenris onto his stomach, propping the pegasus’ ass up into the air while keeping his torso down. 

Positioning himself behind the pony stallion, he looked over towards his friend. “Remember, Obo said we can only fill ‘em up once, then it’s the next rotation.”

Kara woozily shook her head, the haze of her lust finally settling and allowing her mind to return to a fraction of its former clarity. Glancing back, her eyes slowly went wide in bewilderment. Watching the zebra behind her lining his cock up with her dripping marehood, she wriggled in place. 

Her mind waged a war, as two sides of her clashed against each other. The mentality of a brave, powerful mare, the one she had always took pride in for her entire life, was slowly being overpowered by that of a sex-crazed, mind broken slave’s. She was on the path to breaking, and as she felt the thick, meaty head of the zebra slowly part her lower lips, the defiant spirit she held onto so dearly gave one final cry.

“W-wait! Hang on n-not yet - ahn! Ah! Ah! Oh my gosh!”

As if her words were a cue to the zebra, he slammed into her with all his might. There was no buildup, there was no tenderness, he simply pummeled into her fully without a single reservation. Her words died in her throat, as the sudden surge of pleasure rocked her to her core. If the war in her mind was a close one, then her old self just took a critical strike. 

The sensations that coursed through her were beyond description. Being teased mercilessly had felt amazing, swallowing the thick globs of cum drove her insane, but the feeling of finally being penetrated eclipsed everything before it. The Estrum in her system had pushed her sensitivity to the absolute limit, and it was proving so now. Her body shook, her eyelids fluttered, and she felt as if her soul left her body. Having not been properly fucked the entire day yet, the intrusion pushed her to a climax instantly. 

Her cunt gushed with her juices, her clit throbbed with sensational euphoria, her backdoor pulsed with jealousy, and she wavered in and out of consciousness itself. If her first climax nearly undid her resistance, this second one had properly slain it. She was no longer wading in the sea of lust, but rather she was consumed by it. Sinking deeper and deeper into its depths, she could only moan in response to all that was being bestowed upon her. She could barely think, yet she did understand one thing. 

This felt so good.

She threw her head back, her tongue hung out of her mouth, and she cried out in pleasure over and over. The zebra who was rutting her was using her like nothing more than a toy, and she was growing to embrace the treatment. Her small bosoms bounced with every thrust, as her body was forced forward with each titanic plunge into her depths. Her confines were stretched to new limits, unprepared for the absolute monster of a cock pressing into her, yet that only brought her enjoyment of this all to a higher level. Her nerves felt like they were exploding within her, the pleasure overwhelming them beyond comparison.

She didn’t fight back, not any more, she just couldn’t. 

It simply felt too good.

The sudden scream of bliss pulled Fenris out of his dazed state, as he whipped his head to the side to see what was becoming of his mate. The sight of her being rutted, completely and totally ravished by the stud behind her, it made the fire in his loins go ablaze. The need in him was indescribable, having only grown since his climax, and the main emotion he could find in him, as he looked on at his mate, was jealousy. It took a few seconds, but the situation finally dawned upon him, as he felt something warm and hard rub along his ass. Hesitantly, he looked back over his shoulder, only to feel his heart thump in his chest. Behind him, now prodding his pucker with the tip of their cock, adorning a smug grin, was one of the zebras from the crowd.

He wanted it, by Celestia did he want it, but the dwindling parts of his pride cried out to him. He was a proud, domineering stallion for all his life - at least that’s what he thought. The treatment he had been receiving the past day, it challenged that outlook of his. The sensations, smells, flavors, and more were undoing a core aspect of him, making him question his status as not only a stallion, but as a pony altogether. If he were to be rutted, in the current state he was in, he knew it would be the first step in the total destruction of the stallion he once held dear. The faint, dying flame of self respect in him shimmered for a moment, as he forced himself to try and call out to the zebra behind him.

“H-hey! We…we can talk about this! Just don’t - nnnngh! S-sweet Celestia! Ah! Mmph!”

He was wholly unprepared, as the zebra behind him thrust into him entirely in a single, unrelenting motion. The instant his asshole was penetrated, the wind was driven straight out of his lungs. With only a few swift thrusts into his backdoor, he was climaxing for a second time, shredding apart the clarity he had just finally regained. His stallionhood gushed with his seed, as he threw his head back. 

The sensation of being mounted, the weight and grunts of the stud above him, the feeling of being filled - it was unbelievably alluring. He had teetered on the edge of a lustful canyon, and with this cock filling him and stretching his insides to their limit, he had now fallen into its cavernous depths entirely. His prostate was besieged, pummeled with unrelenting fury by the zebra towering over him, and it opened the floodgates to a mentality he was trying so hard to defy.

He wasn’t meant to be dominant - no, he was meant to be dominated and nothing more.

Though the realization was a subtle one in his mind, one that the faint traces of his pride were fending off with all their might, his body had fully accepted this revelation. Throwing his hips back, matching the thrusts the zebra was delivering, he began rhythmically fucking himself on his captor. The pleasure he was being given was unlike any other he had felt before, as he outright needed to have more of it.

Neither could have guessed or believed they’d be in such a deplorable state, but within a few short hours their previous outlooks had shifted heavily. They thought they were invincible, unbreakable, and able to conquer any challenges brought their way - yet they couldn’t have been any more wrong. Time went in slow motion, as each plunge into their depths damaged their will more and more. From originally being defiant beyond comparison, they now were barely clinging onto their ire. Each titanic movement, stretching their insides and sending them reeling with pleasure, was undoing them on a deep psychological level. A part of them was fearful, seeing that their bodies seemed to accept their circumstances, but they kept clinging onto the faint belief that they could hold on. Wailing in bliss all the while, they were slowly overtaken by pleasure once again.

With their bodies being thrusted forward, their asses bouncing with each plunge, and their holes being assailed with unending sensations, the pair were ravaged beyond any of their past experiences. Where they thought pony stallions could be fun, they now knew that zebras were beyond comparison. Nopony had ever bestowed upon them the throes of pleasure they were each enduring. They weren’t ones to be scared of a good romp, having rolled in the hay with mares and stallions alike - sometimes multiples at a time, but they were always able to handle it.

Now things were different.

As another set of orgasms rocked the two of them, causing them to twitch and spasm in climatic glee, their outlooks shifted. They had always seen one another as the peaks of pleasure, having bestowed upon each other the greatest sexual experiences of their individual lives. He was the source of her best pleasure, she was the source of his - but with every single thrust into them, that perspective warped.

Nopony in existence, be it a stallion or mare, could dream to deliver the pleasures even the smallest zebra within this village could give. Each and every last one was this insurmountable mountain of pure, carnal might. With their juices spewing from them, the pair of wavering ponies were further made aware of this fact. 

Grasping onto Fenris’ hips, the first zebra grunted. “F-fuck! This bitch is tight!” 

With his forelegs wrapped around Kara’s raised hind leg, his companion replied. “Mmph! You’re telling me!”

Obo snickered to himself, drinking in the sounds of the pair’s moans. Turning his attention to the crowd, seeing the lot of zebras growing impatient, he stomped a hoof. “You two, finish up now. Everypony gets a turn with our new toys.” 

As if his words held some kind of untold power, the two zebras complied near instantly. Gritting their teeth, they plunged the entirety of their lengths into their individual pony, held their breath, and unloaded untold seas of spunk from their weighty balls. The pleasurable scream that met their ears was the loudest of the night, as Kara and Fenris wailed out in ecstasy.

As the molten foal-batter entered their depths, the two ponies felt the world around them spin. Climaxing yet again, having lost count of how many times they had since the rutting began, they were entirely unready for the next part of their pleasurable gauntlet.

With their insides bathed in the aphrodisiac infused essence, their nerves went alight. A deep, intense craving for the zebra’ seed met them. Where they desired more from the sample of seed the dutifully swallowed, they now downright found a need for more. 

Realistically, if swallowing it could lead them to becoming addicted to the modified cum, it being dumped into their depths by other means would hold equal, if not superior, results. Though the logic was there, the two couldn’t find the power in them to even realize it. The sensation of the warm essence within them had once again shattered them temporarily, leaving them both as gasping, quivering messes before their captors.

The zebras using them slowly unsheathed themselves, watching as their seed spurted out of the holes they had just fucked. Glancing back at Obo, giving a firm nod, they trotted back into the crowd with satisfied expressions. Immediately taking their place, not letting the pair rest at all, two more studs positioned the ponies to their liking. Kara was now in the position Fenris was before, and vice versa. Satisfied with their setups, they looked up at Obo for approval.

“Don’t even let them recover. Fuck them with everything you have, and when you’re done, the next group comes. Their wills are nearly gone. Shatter them as you will their minds,” he answered, waving a hoof to signify the pair to start.

The sounds of feverish moans met his ears, as Kara and Fenris were immediately put back to work. It was almost certain these two would be his, but until he had them willingly and happily serving him, he couldn’t be sure. Looking over the crowd, he smirked. 

They’ll be ready for him in no time.





“Glk! Nnnf! Glk! Glk!” 

Fenris’ moans were muffled, as he was being facefucked by a particularly bulky zebra, while another plowed him from behind. 

“Ahh! Haaaa! D-don’t stop!”

Beside him, Kara was being rutted in both of her holes. One zebra grabbing her from behind laying on his back, plowing her asshole, and the other rutting her cunt from above. 

Hours had gone by, with the unrelenting assault of pleasure never faltering for a moment. Their fiery spirits were essentially entirely extinguished, the nonstop mind-shattering pleasure permanently chipping away at the values they held dear. With nearly the entire village having made use of them already, pumping load after addictive load into the two of them, there wasn’t much of their former selves left.

Yet they hadn’t faced the largest member of them all.

Obo watched from afar, feeling his own stallionhood twitch. Having watched his entire village’s stallion population take a turn with his two “guests”, he had worked himself up by a fair margin. Though, there was a method to his madness. With him being the most well endowed stud in his clan, by a large margin, he had concocted a plan. If the Kara and Fenris of before were still in their minds, they were on their deathbeds, and he’d ensure he would be the final nail in their coffins.

Stifling a smug chuckle, he watched as the four studs unloaded into the pair of ponies. The two on Kara hilted themselves, filling her already overflowing depths with even more cum. Seed gushed out of her marehood and ass, the fresh loads forcing out the volume already flooding her walls. He turned to see Fenris hungrily swallowing a load being shot into his mouth, all while his own asshole was flooded yet again.

Nonchalantly unsheathing themselves, the four zebras let the pair limply fall to the ground. Trotting past Obo, giving their chief an understanding nod, they dismissed themselves. Now left alone with them, the massive zebra slowly made his way over. Night was fast approaching, and with the sun setting on the horizon, Obo intended to finish the two off. 

Laying in a pool of their own juices, covered and filled to the brim with cum, Kara and Fenris barely reacted to his presence. Their legs twitched, their eyes seemed glossed over, and they wore dumb, lust-drunk expressions. He frankly wasn’t sure which to claim first, but a part of him was quite fond of the notion of shattering another stud.

Eyeing Fenris, Obo tilted his head. “So, mare, do you still wish to deny your destiny?”

His words seemed to strike some deep, final remnant of Fenris’ pride, as the pegasus weakly craned his head up. “N-not…haaaa…a…mare…”

Obo recoiled slightly. He couldn’t deny that he was impressed - honestly, he might even have been concerned had he not been so sure of himself. The amount of resistance these two have been putting up was something beyond his own imagination, but it didn’t matter - they’d break all the same. 

Walking up to the pegasus, he rolled the pony onto his back. The stud gave no resistance, having had his energy drained from him some time ago. Pinning Fenris, he looked directly at him and saw a flicker of that defiant flame in the pegasus’ eyes. It enraged him, but also aroused him beyond comparison. He’d be the one to finally vanquish that flame, he’d be the one to break this pony’s mind permanently, and he’d be the one to earn the right of owning him. 

With intent to snuff out that ember, Obo continued to set himself up. Placing a forehoof on either side of the pony’s head, he rested his massive cock against Fenris’ twitching own. Although the stud had an incredibly respectable stallionhood in terms of ponies, he was still much smaller than the zebra towering over him, making him feel vastly inferior.

Slowly motioning his hips, Obo rubbed himself against the smaller stud’s tool. “You know you want more, mare.”

“Nnngh…n…no…” Fenris muttered, barely managing to look back into the zebra’s eyes.

“Do you not see the difference between you and I?” Obo inquired, glancing down at his member. “You’re small. You’re pathetic. You’re nothing but a mare in denial.”

Fenris gulped as he watched a bead of precum drip from Obo’s tip.

“You belong to my village. You belong to me,” Obo continued, rocking his hips at a quickening pace. “You and your mate are destined to be our cocksleeves - like the good little mares you are.” 

Fenris wrenched his eyes away from their cocks, weakly looking at the zebra. “No…I…I’m not…not…”

Reaching down, Obo caressed the pegasus’ cheek. “You and I both know you don’t want to go back,” he cooed, moving his hips back and prodding the pegasus cum-slicked entrance with his tip. “You’ll make a good mare for our village. A slave to the pleasure. A slut who worships her superiors,” bringing a forehoof to his chest, he smirked, “and a bitch who obeys me, her Master.” 

Fenris’ blush deepened intensely, all while his heart fluttered with excitement. For some horrible reason, being regarded as a mare was driving him insane. He had hated the mere concept of it hours ago, but with each word the massive zebra delivered, he embraced the idea more and more. He couldn’t even recall why, or how, he was opposed to it. The pleasure had demolished his mind, leaving him teetering on the edge of breaking entirely. He was terrifyingly close to becoming nothing more than an empty-headed cocksleeve for Obo and his clan. 

A small portion of him despised the possibility of it happening.

But a much larger part was eager to see it finally come true.

He was craving more of the rich seed these zebras gave him, and their cocks in general, to the point where he was beginning to genuinely consider the new lifestyle being offered to him. Working day in and day out, serving every and any zebra that wished to use him, demoting himself from a prideful adventurer to nothing more than a living, breathing fucktoy - it was a tempting offer. Becoming an unthinking, blissful slave would’ve been a notion he’d scoff at not even a day before, but now, now he craved it. The pleasure, the affection, the praise, the delicious seed - it was nearly impossible to refuse. He’d be taken care of, as would Kara, and they’d both live out their days as empty-headed sluts. 

“P…please” he grunted, his mind damaged beyond repair.

He winced at his reply, some deep part of him telling him it was wrong to speak in such a way. He wasn’t sure if it was the Estrum, the amount of times he’d been fucked, the potent seed driving his senses through the roof, or an intense combination of the three, but, something told him he was meant to respect Obo. Clenching his teeth, he hesitantly looked into the chief’s eyes.

“It’s time we say goodbye to the pony you once were,” Obo lovingly soothed.

Fenris’ eyes went wide, as he felt his thoroughly used asshole immediately get pushed to newfound limits. Obo slammed into him in one, relentless thrust, pushing his entire titanic length into the pony’s insides with merciless intent. The pegasus threw his head back in a noiseless scream, the wind driven out of his lungs from the massive intrusion. 

With his body pushed to its limits, accompanied by the Estrum warping his senses - he came on the spot. Thick, globs of spunk shot from his stallionhood, coating his chest and face with his own essence. Though Obo hadn’t even started thrusting yet, he was already being greeted by a greater pleasure than any other zebra had given him. 

“Lick it up.” 

His ear twitched, unsure if he had heard correctly through his pleasure.

“Lick up your seed, mare.”

Clearly understanding now, hearing Obo give him an order, Fenris subconsciously obeyed. His tongue flew out of his mouth, lapping up the bits of seed around his lips, before using a forehoof and scooping up the cloys of his own essence off his face. He hungrily swallowed all he had picked up, before realizing what he had just done.

It felt good to listen to the stud, hell, it felt right. Bigger, stronger, and endlessly more superior to him, it was like the natural order of things. Obo above him, him below the entire village. He winced, trying to cast aside the thought. Something was telling him he had to keep it together, if only just. He tried to calm himself, to find some hidden composure in the sea of lustful thoughts, but his efforts were fruitless. There was no escaping, not anymore, deep down he knew it was over - though he hadn’t yielded entirely yet. He should’ve been angry, he should’ve been scared, yet most of what he found within him was excitement. 

Smacking his lips together, tasting his own essence, he felt a sense of resentment surge within him. 

His own seed was nowhere near as euphoric as the zebras’.

“That’s a good, pretty little pegasus,” Obo started, stroking the pony’s mane. “Already obeying what you’re told. Such an obedient slave.” 

Fenris couldn’t speak, the throbbing stallionhood within him making it too hard to focus on a spitting rebuttal. Feeling his pucker hungrily flexing around the cock, eager for more, he opted to try and focus himself - to make a last stand.

Though he didn’t utter a word, Obo seemed to understand his intention all too well. “Ah, I see you’re still being foolish.” Leaning forward, he whispered into the smaller stud’s ear. “I’ll help you finally see the light.”

Fenris was confused as to what Obo meant, but he soon found his answer. Within in a blink of an eye, the zebra went from holding himself in place to jackhammering into him with reckless abandon. He threw his head back, releasing a guttural moan, as he found his outlook on life being reformed.

“This is what you are meant to be. Tch - nothing more but a tool to please myself with,” Obo declared, plowing into the pony without a drop of mercy.

The pegasus wanted to deny the claim, to refute the ridiculous notion, but he was too far gone. “Mmmph! Hnnnng! C-can’t…hold on!”

It felt so much better to just submit - so much easier to just accept his role. Never before in his life had he experienced such pleasure, and he knew, even if he made it out of this village, he’d never be able to get it out of his head. The sounds of their grunts, their gargantuan tools, the way they used him like an object, and the euphoric, addictive cum they had - these zebras were something beyond the wildest reaches of his lewd imagination.

Obo continued pummeling the pegasus’ prostate, further shattering the Fenris of before. “Tell me, how is it?”

He trembled in place, his face contorting into one of pure, unrefined ecstasy. “Nnnnnngh! Sho….sho good!” 

His pleasurable honesty fanned the flames of Obo’s passion, as the zebra plowed into him with renewed fury. The pegasus’ mind was on the ropes, and the zebra chief was planning the final strike in shattering everything and anything the pegasus was. 

Seeing Fenris close his eyes, he caressed the pony’s cheek. “Look at me, look at the stud that will claim you.” 

Fenris turned his attention towards the stud, each thrust causing his eyelids to flutter. His face had a deep crimson blush, his tongue hung out of his mouth, and he looked like a shadow of his former self. Gripping onto the pegasus’ thighs, Obo only strengthened his motions by yet another large margin. Each and every plunge sent Fenris’ body lurching forward. Each and every plunge made him release a deep, pleasurable moan. Each and every plunge erased another part of the stallion he thought he was.

It was absurd to believe, but somehow Obo was just better than every single zebra that had used him before combined. Every aspect of the stud was at a peak. His demeanor, his cock, the untold gallons of cum he could unleash, his voice, his force, his size, every little thing about him reeked of domination. He was right, Fenris was nothing before him. He deserved to claim the pegasus as his slave, and that knowledge made Fenris shiver with a mixture of fear and excitement. 

Leaning forward, folding the pegasus over himself slightly, Obo made to finish him off. Locking the stud in a mating press, he began to pound in the nails of Fenris’ coffin. “You know it, deep down, this is your place.”

Fenris slowly nodded his head, the sensation of his prostate being pummeled destroying the fortitude within his mind. “Y-yessssss!” 

Obo intensified his rate, feeling his balls begin to ache. He’d peak any minute now, but he’d ensure that Fenris fell in the process. “You aren’t a stallion. You never were.” 

Fenris giggled to himself, his willpower permanently sundered, amused by how silly he must have been. This felt right, this was right. He wasn’t a stallion, by the gods, he wasn’t even a pony anymore. He was just a tool to be used by the zebra - and that’s all he deserved to be.

The realization dawned upon him in a moment of pure bliss. In that moment, all the defiance he had held crumbled into the abyss, leaving only the knowledge of what he was truly meant for in its wake. Obo wasn’t his enemy, Obo was his Master. It was all so clear to him now. He shouldn’t loathe what the zebra had done to him, emasculating him and stripping him of his believed role in life, no, he should be grateful. For his entire life, he had this false understanding of who and what he was, when his proper role was hidden from him all along. He was a toy. He was a slave. He was Obo’s plaything. 

“I’m not - ahn - a stallion!” he answered.

He was right where he belonged.

Feeling his stallionhood begin to flare, the pegasus instinctively clenching down harder onto his member, Obo snarled. “Beg for it.” 

Fenris looked into the zebra’s eyes, desperate to fulfill his purpose. “P-please! Give me it!” 

Obo clenched his eyes, feeling his climax mere seconds away. “What are you?” 

More a statement than a question, Fenris was compelled to answer. “A mare! I’m your mare!” 

With his final decree, Fenris earned his reward. With a roar, Obo gave one final, immense thrust into him before unloading. Rich, hot, Estrum-infused seed bathed his interior, eclipsing the sensations all the zebra before had accosted him. In that moment, as he was bred like the bitch he now was, Fenris faded away - nothing more than a bitter memory. What lay there now, quivering and convulsing while taking the zebra’s load, was a different pony. One that understood that he was below his companions, that he was nothing more than a tool for their pleasure. As it all clicked for him, a dumb smile spread across his face. 

His stallionhood pulsed, as he shot his load all over himself, bathing his body in his inferior cum. He waded in and out of consciousness, the reshaping of his mind nearly being too much to handle - nearly. Barely holding on, he relished the sensation of being bred by his chief - by his Master. He felt his entire body seize up, as the last ropes of Obo’s godly essence shot into his depths, pushing out the seed of the zebras before him. 

The last remnants of energy left him, as he laid his head back, panting. His smile never fading, he winced as he felt the stud who broke him unsheathe from his depths. With his asshole gaped, a near sea of cum slowly flowed out of his depths, and, feeling the thick substance glide down his flanks, he giggled. His vision was blurry, he couldn’t move his body, and he simply happily laid in the puddle of cum the village had formed for him.

Obo shook himself off, rising up. He took a quick glance at his work, knowing full well that Fenris was gone. The stallion was now his, submitting his body to him fully. Fenris’ mind was broken, shattered into pieces, all he’d know now was pleasure, cocks, and servitude - fitting for a bitch. Obo turned his attention to the side, watching as Kara was slowly beginning to stir. 

He had to act fast.

To relish in his conquest, he informed the newly forged femcolt of the next part of his plan. “I think it’s time your marefriend joined you in blissful servitude. Isn’t that right, slave?”

Fenris giggled, barely managing to lift his head to acknowledge the towering zebra. “Hehehe ~ Y…yes~”

Obo chuckled to himself, amused by how pathetic the once prideful stud ended up being, before trotting over towards the pink earth pony. She had only managed to raise her head ever so slightly, turning to face him, before he loomed over her. 

“Your mate has submitted,” Obo began, glaring into the mare’s eyes. “He’s accepted his role. He’s become nothing more than a slave. It’s time you join him.” 

Kara slowly rubbed her temple, the deep, fading parts of her defiance desperately trying to crawl into the forefront. “N…no. That’s…n-not true…”

Obo scoffed, leaning down and grabbing her face with a forehoof. Gingerly, he turned her attention towards the sniveling, giggling pegasus not all too far from them. As if on cue, Fenris rolled onto his stomach, looking right back at her. 

As she looked into his eyes, Kara felt a rush like nothing else before. Those eyes, once filled with pride, courage, and confidence, were now filled with nothing but endless lust. It should’ve bothered her, it should’ve upset her, it should’ve angered her, yet all it did was drive her arousal even further. He had been broken, shattered into a fucktoy for these zebras, and she was aware that she was next.

Turning her attention back towards him, Obo licked his lips. “Now then, let’s make you a good bitch - permanently.”

Kara weakly watched as Obo walked behind her, wrapping his forelegs under her hind legs. In a swift motion, he rose to his forelegs, using his massive size and strength to lift her up with him. Now being held up into the air, she felt him place his forehooves behind her head.

It took her a moment, but the position he had put her in was unmistakable. Locked into a full nelson, she shuddered as she felt the massive head of his cock tease her moist, cum-stuffed folds.

“S-stop…I’m not…a slave…” she mumbled, grimacing lightly as her marehood gave an especially enthusiastic wink, prompting a gush of seed to flow out of her.

Obo rolled his eyes, speaking directly into her ear. “Your mate thought the same.” He nodded his head downwards, snickering. “Now look at her.”

Kara was prompted to follow his motions, slowly and weakly shifting her gaze downwards. To her absolute shock, laying directly below them, rolled onto his back with his mouth wide open, was Fenris. Somehow, while she was being lifted and put into position, he had managed to crawl his way over to them. He now laid there, tail wagging, as he swallowed and lapped up the concoction of zebra seed and her fluids gushing out of her pussy. 

“See that? That's all she knows now,” Obo continued, slowly pressing his cock against her cunt. “She’s just a horny, needy, cum-addicted bitch now.” He pressed even more, parting her lower lips as the head of his cock slowly began slipping into her. “And you’ll be the exact same way in just a moment.” 

Kara winced, the pleasure and pressure from his tip alone sending surges through her. “No…I…I w-wont…”

The last, feeble, dwindling parts of her once endless pride were faintly shimmering as a dying ember - yet there was enough for her to barely hold on to this point. She was a warrior, a trained, seasoned champion of combat and willpower - yet her undoing was the depths of pleasure itself. Feeling him heave air into his chest, pulling her to him, she gave one last decree.

“Can’t…make me…a bitch.” 

Obo didn’t respond, far too annoyed with her final showcase of defiance. With a deep grunt, he pulled her down and slammed her onto his cock. A loud, pleasure filled scream left the mare’s lips, as he forced nearly his entire cock into her in one, foul, merciless motion. 

Kara’s eyes shot wide open, her jaw hung loosely as her tongue flew out, and her entire body convulsed. With the one thrust into her, all the experiences she had gone through that evening were eclipsed by a landslide. She came on the spot, gushing her marish juices all over Obo’s cock and down onto Fenris’ face. She couldn’t see him, but hearing the pegasus give an excited giggle and a throaty moan, she knew he was desperately lapping up each and every drop he could possibly acquire.

It was insane to comprehend, but Kara had finally realized something - there was no going back for her. Even if she and Fenris succeeded in besting Obo in his challenge, nothing, be it pony or creature, could ever surpass the absolute euphoria these zebras had bestowed onto them. Each and every stud that had rutted and filled her had brought her closer and closer to accepting her new role, but with Obo’s cock lodged deep within her depths, she felt she was mere inches away.

“Tell me, slut, it feels right, doesn’t it?” the domineering stud questioned, slowly beginning to raise and lower her onto his cock.

She felt obligated to answer, her mind registering the stud’s question as a command - one she had to obey. “Yes…”

Obo began to slowly pick up his pace, pushing his cock into her depths further. “This is all you’ll know, this is all you’ll be.”

“Y…n-no…nnngh!” Kara grunted in response, ignorantly trying to still resist.

Obo scowled, truly and fully done with the mare’s fierce defiance. Raising her up fully, nearly unsheathing himself from her depths, he whispered in her ear. “Your new life starts now.” 

Without having a second to respond, Kara was slammed down onto his cock with immense force. His entire stallionhood made its way into her convulsing, quivering depths, before she was lifted up again. She was slammed down again, then raised, then slammed down again - all at an absurdly fast pace.

In that instant, as he began using her like nothing short of a fleshlight, the Kara of before finally gave in. It was all too much. The pleasure, the bliss, the absolute dominance these zebras held over her - no matter how strong willed she was, it was impossible to deny it. 

If any creature in the world was to claim her, claim the fierce, powerful warrior she was, it was Obo. He was better than anything her shattering mind could comprehend, and he had every single right to make her his bitch. Strong, powerful, domineering, and more, it was as if her life was destined for this moment.

Destined for her to submit. 

Destined for her to become a slave.

He continued ravaging her, slamming her down onto him over and over. Her perky bosoms bounced with each motion, her juices gushed nonstop from her marehood, dripping down and into Fenris’ awaiting maw, and her mind was reformed with each and every moment that passed.

“Tch - let me say it again. This is all you deserve to be,” Obo grunted, beginning to near his climax.

Kara chuckled to herself, her mind overwhelmed as it was reshaped. “Yessssh.” 

Obo continued thrusting into her, his motions becoming frenzied. “And what are you?” 

“Hehe ~ Your - ahn - slave!” Kara wailed, throwing her head back and riding out yet another orgasm.

“That’s right, good girl,” Obo complimented, pressing his head against her neck, clenching his teeth. “Let’s finish you off entirely.”

Kara’s excitement surged to newfound heights, as she felt his stallionhood begin to flare within her. It was time, time for her to be claimed. Time for Obo, no, her Master, to bless her with his divine, incomparable glory. Willingly clenching down onto him, fully intent on milking every last drop of oncoming seed, she tilted her head back and clenched her eyes.

Obo pulled her back up, once again nearly unsheathing her, before snarling. “Just like your mate, beg for it.” 

The demand sang a song to the mare’s shattered mind, as she heaved air into her chest and screamed out. “Please! Breed me! Claim me! Make me your mare! Make me your slave!”

With her final decree, and total submission, she was slammed back down. Obo hilted his cock within her, holding her down onto him as he gave out a primal, powerful roar. Soon after, she felt her entire world flip on its head.

Rope after rope of molten, rich cum shot into her depths, easily forcing out the other loads of zebra spunk within her. Obo’s seed was unlike any other, and it was the only one deserving to fully mark her new life as a slave. The feeling came with a sense of relief, as a weight was lifted off her shoulders. Gone were the days of training. Gone were the days of adventuring with Fenris. Gone were her days of boasting to villagers and creatures about her accomplishments.  

Gone were the days of the Kara that once existed.

And it was such a massive feeling of joy.

Now began the start of something new. Now began the days of endless servitude. Now began the days of being a slave. Now began the days of her role as a cocksleeve. 

Now began the first, true moment of her new life. 

And she couldn’t be happier.

She panted like a dog in heat, as he held her in place for several more euphoric moments, before finally he reached his end. Slowly, he raised her up, finally releasing her with an audible pop. Liters of seed poured out of her marehood, much to Fenris’ glee, as Obo slowly and carefully laid the mare beside her mate. 

As if driven by some unknown force, the pair had somehow accumulated enough energy to shimmy closer to one another and eagerly begin lapping at each other’s bodies. Hungrily scooping up seed, they each cleaned the other off with fury. Moving down to one another’s nethers, taking a position akin to a 69, they dove their maws into each other’s holes. Moaning within one another, lavishing each and every drop of seed they possibly could, the two acted like nothing more than primal beasts.

The sound of a throat being cleared led to the two of them to freeze. Pulling their heads away from one another’s goods, they turned their attention towards the sound. Standing tall on all four legs, a wicked smile across his face, Obo began to trot over to them. It only took a few large steps, but within time, he was positioned directly over the two laying ponies.

Resting just below his stomach, the mind-broken couple swiftly brought their attention to Obo’s slickened stallionhood. Every newly forged part of their minds ushered them to dive onto the cock before them, but that would be improper. They were slaves, having been fully shown the light by the stud, and being so they were only meant to act as ordered to. Though, thankfully for them, Obo made his intentions clear.

Spreading his hindlegs slightly apart, the zebra flexed his cock. “Slaves, clean me off.”

A massive, joyous smile spread itself across each pony, as they slowly crawled over towards the stallion’s groin. Huffing air into their lungs, breathing in his musk, they shuddered and replied in unison.

“Yes, Master.”

Obo smiled, as he felt a pair of tongues begin gliding themselves up and down his shaft. One mouth finding itself on his nuts, the other suckling on his tip. Light moans rang out below him, nothing short of music to his ears.

It had finally happened, these two were his. They had been shattered beyond repair, pale forms of the ponies they once were. Nothing more than eager slaves now, abandoning their former goals and dreams to worship him. His clan had newly formed bitches to indulge themselves in.

He had won.
> Epilogue
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------


6 months later…


Kara’s eyes fluttered open, an all too familiar, pleasurable sensation pulling her from her slumber. She knew it well, the unmistakable feeling of a thick, throbbing zebra cock slamming into her marehood - though it was one she welcomed happily. Slowly shifting in place, groggily placing her forelegs in front of her, she slowly started motioning her hips back in tune with the unknown stud behind her. Her nerves went alight, shooting her out of her sleepy state and directly into an excitable, eager one. Biting her lip, suppressing a flurry of moans, she began slamming her ass back against the zebra railing her.

To her side she heard a set of grunts, and, turning her attention towards the sound, she was met with a familiar sight. There was Fenris, in the exact same position as her, pressing his rump back against a zebra. He must have just woken up too, as they were often put to work in unison. As he looked back at her, a lust-crazed smile across his face, he giggled before picking up his pace. Kara dumbly chuckled back at her former mate, before she too started increasing the rate at which she served the zebra using her.

The amorous circumstance, as of six months ago, was their usual morning routine. Being awoken by a zebra fucking one of their holes, sometimes several at once, was the norm, and they loved it. Time could do many things to a pony, and having had their wills shattered beyond repair all those months ago, their new lifestyles had been welcomed with open hooves. Their anger and defiance had long since been replaced by obedience and thoughtlessness, all but solidifying their fall from grace. More akin to mindless bimbos than anything else at this point, the pair were shadows of their former selves - not that they were going to complain.

They now slept in a simple hut in the middle of the village, usually having several zebra studs sleeping around them, or, more than often, sleeping while inside them too. It was truly a purpose they had embraced entirely, long ago having thrown away the prideful adventurers they once were. They had abandoned their relics, replacing their beloved artifacts with lovely, golden sets of rings around their necks. Gold piercings lay in their ears, with a set of them also on Kara’s tits, laying there as yet another symbol of their submission. A few rings were wrapped around their forelegs as well, but for Fenris in specific, he was also awarded a nice, tight one around his cock. Their appearances hadn’t just changed there though. The day after they had been broken, they were graced with a different set of stripes. Applied to them permanently with a special mix the zebras had made, they were forever marked as a part of this village - as cocksleeves and nothing more. 

Fervently throwing their asses back against the two studs railing them, the pair of ponies clenched their holes and dutifully pleased the zebras with everything they had. Though they were anything but pure when they had first arrived all those months ago, getting fucked nonstop every day since had elevated them from being good at sex to literally living for it. Feeling the stallionhoods within them flare, they both thrust their hips back with immense force, hilting their respective zebra entirely within them. As the first ropes of virile, hot zebra spunk shot into their depths, they flexed their walls and expertly milked the studs for everything they were worth. Minutes went by, as the two savored the sensation of their depths being filled to the brim, but eventually, the stallions reached the ends of their peaks.

Feeling the studs pull out of them, Kara and Fenris swiftly wheeled around, diving their muzzles onto the softening cocks before them just as quickly. Slurping up the concoction of their lewd juices and zebra spunk, the pair cleaned off the two studs with expert efficiency. Lavishing their nuts, licking and suckling their shafts on the way up, the two left these zebras cleaner than when they had first started. Savoring the tongue bath they were receiving, the two stallions gently stroked their slut’s mane, enjoying the moment.

“Good, just like that ~” one stud cooed, closing his eyes as the pleasure Fenris was giving him swept over him.

The other bit his lip as Kara fiercely dove her muzzle downwards onto his shaft. “Mmmph ~ That’s a good slave…keep it up.”

A few more moments went by, before the two studs regrettably had to usher the pair to stop servicing them. Grabbing their manes, the duo pulled each pony off of them and took a step back.

Swallowing a hefty bit of saliva, marish juices, and cum, Kara looked up at each zebra. “What would you like your sluts to do now?” 

“Would you like to rut us again? We’re happy to serve ~” Fenris added, shimmying his hips.

One of the zebras shook his head, dismissively waving a forehoof in front of him. “You’re good for now, slaves, but Obo has requested a meeting with the two of you.”

“Go on and head out, but don’t forget to serve any of our people that wish to use you on the way there,” the second added, gesturing towards the door. “You’re in no rush, so you can’t put aside your jobs.” 

Fenris and Kara nodded in response, before looking at one another and giggling.

“Of course we’ll do our jobs!” 

“We live to serve after all~”

The two zebras rolled their eyes, before turning and trotting out of the hut. Left alone with one another, the couple looked up and down one another.

“Guess Master wants to see us,” Fenris started, rising up and trotting towards the door, tail flagged and wagging.

Eyeing her partner’s cum filled backdoor, Kara followed suit. “Maybe he’ll let us worship him today ~ It’s been so long since he gave us a treat!” 

Fenris bit his lip, the prospect of being graced with his owner’s cock sending a thrilled shiver up his spine. “Hehe ~ I hope so.” 

Pulling open the hut’s door, the two sluts made their way out of their home. Cum dripped down their thighs, drool slipped down their muzzle, and sweat from an early morning rut formed across their bodies - yet this was nothing out of the ordinary. They always started their days off like this, leaving their new home with a hole or two filled to the brim with seed. Anything but this would’ve been seen as more out of place.

Happily trotting ahead, swaying their hips all the while, the two began their journey to Obo’s hut. They were rather casual with most of the zebras in this village, nonchalantly allowing themselves to be used by them however they pleased, but when it came to their Master, it was something far more intense. Obo was the one that outright owned them, but he was kind enough to bestow upon them the right to be the village cumdumpsters. They were overjoyed at the opportunity, having since dutifully fulfilled their roles since the day they were shattered, but a massive downside of it all was the fact that Obo himself only used them on occasion. 

It had been quite some time since the chief last used his two pets, going nearly an entire month now without so much as allowing them to worship his package. It was the longest period they had gone without their Master’s direct affection, so the notion of him wishing to see them sent a ecstatic surge of excitement through their bodies. They had to make their way through the village first though, since Obo's hut was at the very end, but that wasn’t an issue.

Getting fucked and used multiple times on the way there would only make the experience all the better. 

As if on cue, a zebra stud trotted up besides Fenris and slapped the pegasus firmly on the ass. Giving a pleased groan, the stallion stopped his path and turned to face the striped stud. 

Smiling warmly at the zebra, hungrily eyeing the growing package below him, Fenris looked on with lidded eyes. “Would you like your slut to serve you?” 

The stud snickered, trotting up to a chair outside his hut. Laying back on it, he gestured for Fenris to come over. “Yeah, I would. Why don’t you be a good little mare and come ride me.”

Without an ounce of hesitation, Fenris perked up and began trotting over towards the other stud. Swaying his hips, licking his lips, he slowly crept up towards the zebra. Placing his forehooves against the striped cutie, Fenris pressed his weight onto him and slowly slipped his way onto the stallion’s lap. Feeling the zebra’s hard cock sliding along the curves of his ass, the pegasus gently rocked his hips back and forth, gliding the shaft along his shapely curves, teasing his pulsing backdoor each time.

Some time ago he would’ve scoffed at the thought of him doing such a thing. Being degraded to such a level, obediently following every whim these zebras told him, and the way he was fashioned like a trophy of theirs - it would’ve all seemed ridiculous to him. Though, that was back when he was foolish, when he was ignorant of his true purpose. These zebras had shown him the light, had shown him his true role as a mare, and he couldn’t be more grateful.

Pausing his motions, raising his hips, he positioned himself right above the zebra’s shaft, prodding his asshole with it. Licking his lips, he looked down at his partner. “Yes sir, make me your mare~” 

Finishing his statement, Fenris slammed his hips down, slipping the entire stallionhood into his depths in one fell swoop. Throwing his head up, releasing a deep, guttural moan, he began riding the striped stud in a frenzy. Plunging his body down, cum gushing out of his backdoor as his ass jiggled with each and every motion, he fucked himself on his domineering partner like a mare on prom night.

Kara snickered, enjoying the sight of her once proud stallion fulfilling his duties as a bitch, before a whistle behind her drew her attention. Wheeling around, she was met with a rather large stud looking over at her with lidded eyes. Laying on the ground, resting his head on a pillow he had brought with him, he motioned for her to come towards him. 

Excitement filling her being, Kara swiftly waltzed over towards the stallion, her marehood giving an eager wink in response - allowing a surge of seed to gush out of her depths. Standing beside the stallion now, she eyed his large, hard tool before pulling her attention towards his face.

“How would you like this bitch to serve you, sir,” she questioned, barely hiding her excitement.   

Her and Fenris had both been taught how to properly behave and act, being instructed to control themselves and only act upon the orders they were given. They were still absolutely and utterly addicted to every zebra and the seed they provided, but their obedience and loyalty to Obo overpowered their endless lust. Eagerly awaiting her instructions, she watched as the zebra slowly spread his legs apart.

“I want you to ride me, like the other cocksleeve is,” he started, smirking at the mare. “But with your ass towards me. Let’s see those nice, juicy flanks of yours bounce on my dick.”

Kara giggled, all but thrilled to be referred to in such a degrading manner. Had it been some months ago, she would’ve knocked this zebra into next Tuesday, but she had since learned that this was simply how she deserved to be spoken to. Walking over the stud, she slowly positioned herself over him, before lowering herself and grinding her cum-filled pussy along his length.

“T-thank you for allowing this lowly slut to serve you,” she groaned, feeling his flare grind against her engorged clit.

The sounds of moans to her side only drove her lust further, as Fenris was now being absolutely ravaged by the zebra he was riding. Grinding her cunt further along her stud’s shaft, she reached down and lined his tool up with her slickened folds. Taking a deep breath, preparing herself for the seas of pleasure she was about to enter, she forced herself down and engulfed his entire dick into her depths.

The intrusion forced a delighted moan out of her lips, as she began to ride the zebra. Glancing over at Fenris, seeing just how fast the pegasus was throwing himself down on his partner, she opted to already accelerate her own motions to match his. Thrusting her hips downwards, she began dutifully slamming herself down against the zebra’s crotch, much to his delight. Some of her downwards plunges were met by a fierce smack on one of her flanks, only further driving her to fuck herself with everything she had.

The two continued to ride their individual stud, lavishing every single moment of their pleasures, though, as always, an end had to come. Feeling both studs flare within them, they slammed themselves down and grinded against the zebras’ groins, awaiting their reward. Thankfully for them, it came swiftly, as rope after rope of thick, molten seed shot its way into their depths. Their own bodies convulsed and quivered as they were bred, orgasms of their own rocking through their bodies with fierce intensity. Tongues lolling out, they shuddered in place as they reached the end of their peaks alongside the zebras.

As they had been taught and trained, molded into their shattered minds through practice, the two hastily rose off the zebras and released the pair of cocks with an audible pop. Cum gushed out of their stuffed holes, as they shimmied their ways downwards and began cleaning off the studs’ shafts. Hungrily drinking up all the juices that coated their individual stallion’s dick, they dutifully swallowed it all and licked their lips. 

The first stud lovingly stroked Kara’s mane, smiling down at her. “You really did turn out to be a real good toy. You know that?” 

“Th-thank you, sir,” she stammered in response, shivering from head to hoof as the Estrum-infused seed took effect on her.

“You felt great as usual, slut,” the second complimented, ruffling Fenris’ mane. “I can’t wait till you become a real mare.”  

The remark confused Fenris, unsure as to what the stud meant exactly. Shrugging it off as some abstract compliment, he giggled in response. “But I’m already a mare!”

The zebra chuckled, exchanging a smirk with his companion. “Why don’t you two continue making your way to Obo’s hut. What I said will make a lot more sense then ~”

Watching the two zebras motion their hooves in a dismissive fashion, the pair of ponies continued their path. Their “jobs” as they were referred to, didn’t involve much actual work. They were simply assigned to fulfill any and all desires of the zebras within the village, something they were now immensely fond of. For some time, their minds were far too broken to even process complex commands, but eventually their shattered mentalities were remodeled properly. They were to serve, clean, and repeat, from the moment they woke, to the moment they slept. They had grown used to this lifestyle, barely remembering any aspects of their old lives, and being so they had grown very efficient in their practice.

The trot to Obo’s went as they’d expect, several zebras stopping them, making use of their bodies, and then sending them on their ways. It was a simple way of life, one their dumbed down minds were capable of following, but today was slightly different than most. Having been summoned by their Master, they made their way through the town with a bit more haste than usual. A few more ruts, facefucks, and filled holes later, and the two sweat-streaked, cum-covered ponies had reached their destination.

Standing outside Obo’s hut, looking at the door, the pair exchanged glances with one another. Cum dripped off and out of their bodies, dumb, excited smiles were plastered across their faces, and their eyes were filled with desire like no other. Serving any of the villagers was a phenomenal experience, both from the pleasure and the satisfaction of getting more Estrum-infused seed, but Obo was always a gargantuan step above the rest.

It was simple, while these common villagers were their superiors, Obo was their master. Serving him was always a magnitude more significant than any other zebra, for a multitude of reasons. For the most part, they felt obliged to give him their absolute best. Always. After all, he was the one so kind and gracious to finally make them fully see the light. He was the one that finished off their old, foolish lives and reshaped them into their true ones - as slaves. As his. Since he so generously bestowed upon them their true purposes, it was only fair they devote themselves to him to the utmost level. Not only that, but simply put, he was impossible to compare to. His size, weight, force, and more all just culminated into the absolute peak of all pleasurable things imaginable. Like some god of fertility, he was incomparable when it came to carnal might.

Unable to wait any longer, imagining all the euphoric pleasures their Master may grace them with, the two slipped their way into his hut. Entering the home, they paused. Laying on his bed, legs spread open and showing off his gargantuan tool, was Obo. Their breathing halted, their eyes went wide, and within an instant all their patience and formality left them. Scurrying towards the bed, quite literally throwing themselves at the stud, the ponies laid beside him and began caressing his chest with kisses.

“M-Master! We’ve missed you so much! Please, let us serve you!” Fenris cried, craning his head up and kissing the stud on his neck.

“We’ve been such good bitches, Master! Please grace us with your cock!” Kara followed, kissing the center of his chest while slowly moving towards his face.

Obo chuckled, raising his forelegs and pushing the two off him. A mixture of zebra cum and sweat now stained his sheets, having been covering the two ponies heavily, though he didn’t much care for it. Issuing the two to get off his bed, he rolled off to the side. He glanced over, seeing the two sit besides each other, squirming in place. To say their need was immense would be an understatement, it was damn near unquenchable - especially when it came to him. Turning to face the two of them, he warmly smiled at them.

“It’s true, you two mares have proved to be wonderful slaves for my clan,” he started, slowly beginning to trot towards them. “To think, you once denied this lifestyle. I mean, you even dared to threaten me back then.” 

The two ponies’ eyes went wide, before they swiftly bowed their heads forward.

“We’re so sorry for how foolish we once were! We know better now!”

“Please forgive us! We’re good bitches now! We promise!” 

Obo gave a hearty laugh, dismissively waving a hoof towards the two ponies. “No no, no need to apologize, slaves.” He leaned against his bed frame, ushering the two ponies to sit besides him. As they sat beside and below him, leaning against his thighs, he slowly began to pet each of their manes softly with both forehooves. “I know you two were simply…in need of enlightenment all those months ago. You put up such a big fight, but thankfully for you both I fixed you.”

The pair groaned lightly, ecstatic to be graced with their owner’s touch, before replying in unison. “Thank you, Master.”

Obo continued to pet his pets, before huffing out air. “And because you’re both such good bitches now, and have been for the last few months, I’ve decided it’s time you receive a big reward.”

The pair perked up, swiftly rising up and looking towards their Master. Their eyes shimmered with excitement, fully assuming that he was implying he’d give them the rut they had both been desperately craving. Though, as he chuckled, their grins wavered.

“Sadly, I will not be rutting you today,” he clarified. Seeing the crestfallen expressions adorning their faces, he shook his head. “Don’t be sad, my sluts, for what I have planned is just as good, if not even better.” 

Fenris perked up, his tail starting to wag behind him. “R-really!? What is it, Master?”

Obo glanced at the pegasus from the corner of his eye. “For you, it will be essentially the same, but with some extra steps.” He turned his attention towards Kara. “You understand the special, magic potion we’ve given you every week since you became ours, right?”

Kara raised a brow, tilting her head curiously. “The one that prevents me from carrying one of your foals? That one, Master?” 

Obo smirked, nodding his head in agreement. “Yes that one. Well, you will not be taking it this week, or ever again for that matter.” He reached into a small saddlebag on his end table, pulling out two glowing, purple vials. “Instead, you’ll be drinking one of these today.”

Kara’s mind raced, unsure of what exactly her Master was planning. Without her usual potion, there was a chance she’d carry one of the zebras’ foals, something she was told she didn’t have the right to do - yet at the least. Biting her lip, a swarm of possibilities running through her head, she looked straight at Obo.

“Does that mean…”

Obo swirled the potions in his forehoof, allowing their contents to stir within their glass container. “Yes, slave. These right here are fertility potions.” He snickered, glaring right into her eyes. “You’ve earned the right to become a broodmare for our village.”

Kara's eyes went wide, her heart nearly burst out of her chest, and a massive, joyous smile split across her muzzle. She bowed her head forward, her marehood absolutely gushing with a mixture of arousal and excitement. “Thank you, Master! Your bitch is honored! Thank you! Thank you so much!”

Obo glanced at the mare’s swaying flanks, licking his lips while doing so, though something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. If Fenris had looked sad briefly before, he now looked absolutely crushed. With his lips out in an upset pout, evading his eyes from his former mate and master, he poked the floor with a forehoof.

“What ever is the matter, mare?” Obo began, looking over at the pegasus. 

Nervously squirming in place, arousal, jealousy, and sadness coursing through him, Fenris hesitantly looked up towards his Master. “I…I…I want to be a broodmare for you too, Master.” He sighed, looking down towards the floor once again. “I've been such a good bitch…” He looked back at Obo, passion filling his eyes. “I’ve been such a good mare!”

Obo chuckled, placing the two purple vials back onto the table. “That you have, my precious little pegasus.” He reached into his bag once again, pulling out a dark, green vial. “Which is why I had our top alchemists mix this up.”

Fenris’ ear twitched, curiosity beginning to flow within his mind. “What’s that, Master?” 

Obo raised the vial, squinting at its contents, before looking back at the other stud. “This, my curious pony, is a special, incredibly complex brew. It took weeks to prepare, cost us plenty of valuable materials, and is the first of its kind.” He smiled, swirling the potion’s contents with his hoof. “Aren’t you curious as to why I brought two fertility potions with me?”

Slowly, the pieces to the puzzle began piecing together in Fenris’ reshaped mind, and a sneaking suspicion that drove him nearly insane with excitement began to form. “Is…is that…”

“This, my pet,” Obo interjected, proudly raising the vial into the air, “is a one of a kind potion that can turn a stallion into a mare.” He furrowed his brow, tilting his chin up and glancing down at Fenris. “Or in this specific case, turn you into a mare.”

The pegasus’ heart skipped a beat, he felt an ecstatic tingle go up his spine, and his loins surged with heat. The prospect of fully becoming a mare, entirely abandoning the stallion he once was to the near fullest extent, sounded almost too good to be true. He was beyond happy to know his Master had been considering him in such a light, but one concern rose in his thoughts. “B…but what about when it wears off?”

“That’s the thing,” Obo added, leaning forward and hovering the vial inches away from the pony’s muzzle. “It may be temporary, but if you were to get knocked up while it’s active…” He leaned forward, whispering into the pegasus’ ear. “Its effects on you will become permanent.” 

Fenris gulped, struggling to believe what he was hearing. “S-so…it’ll…”

“It will make you a true mare for the rest of your life.” Obo sternly interrupted, no longer leaning against the bed frame, now towering over the smaller stallion.

The uncertainty in Fenris’ eyes faded away in an instant, replaced with desire and an absolute hunger to serve. “Please, give me it! Let me become the best slave I can possibly be for you, Master!”

Obo chuckled, biting down on the cork plugging the vial, and dutifully popped it off. “Well, then don’t let me stop you.” 

Given all the permission he needed, Fenris snatched the vial up with a wing. Pressing the tip of the bottle to his lips, he chugged down the contents of the potion. A minty flavor spread across his tongue, while a tingling sensation flowed through his mouth, down his throat, and into his stomach. Not slowing down at all, he coaxed every last drop out of the container, leaving nothing left.

Releasing a satisfied “ahh” as he swallowed the last of the vial’s contents, he paused for a moment to look over himself. He was still clearly the same curvy, enticing piece of eye-candy stallion he had always been, which nearly made his heart drop. His mind raced with worry. Did the potion fail? Was he not good enough to truly become a mare? Would his Master be displeased? Would he never get to carry the foals of the zebras that shattered him?! What if -

His concerned thoughts came to a halt, as he felt his entire body tingle from head to hoof. Blinding light shimmered around his body, enveloping him within it. The entire room was lit up, causing both Kara and Obo to cover their eyes. Fenris clenched his eyes, feeling all his nerves go alight, before everything around him went dark. Sight, sound, taste, and the very sense of feeling itself left him, as he entered an empty void. A few seconds went past, before the light shrouding him burst outward, and all his sensations came rushing back.

He blinked wildly, spots dotting his vision as the world around him came back into existence. He smacked his lips, remnants of the potion’s flavor dancing over his taste buds, before he was able to see clearly once again. Near immediately, he noticed things felt different. The room around him seemed a portion bigger, seemingly like he had become a fair bit shorter, but that wasn’t the only thing he noticed. With a loud clinging sound, the ring that had been placed around his cock fell to the floor. The sudden noise made the pegasus nearly jump, but then he noticed that the burning in his loins felt a fair margin more significant, and, feeling a bead of something dripping down his thigh, his eyes went wide. Wheeling towards a mirror propped against Obo’s wall, Fenris nearly fainted.

Greeting him in his reflection, was no longer the comely, shapely stallion he had once seen. Staring back at him, or rather her, was an entirely new pony. A fair bit shorter, with her hair slightly altered, and a face that was somehow even more feminine than she could’ve ever expected, was Fenris, the new Fenris.

Without an ounce of hesitation, the mare turned on her metaphorical heels, bringing her rump to face the mirror. Glancing over her shoulder, she flagged her tail and felt the breath in her lungs halt. Greeting her was no longer a pair of ripe, fuzzy nuts and a respectable stallionhood, no, in their stead was a plump, salivating and winking marehood. Lifting her hind leg a bit, she was also greeted by a pair of modestly large tits just below her newly acquired snatch. 

Her backdoor was the same as before, as delectable and enticing as ever, but now with a pussy to accompany it, her rear was all the more fitting for her role as a mare. Now, she was truly going to live up to the title. Swaying her hips lightly, taking note that her ass was a bit more plump, she beamed and looked towards her Master.

“Thank you, Master! I love it! I love this!” a far more feminine voice spoke, dripping with excitement and gratefulness. “Please! Breed Kara and I! I want this to be permanent! I don’t ever want to go back! Give us your foals, we need them!”

Kara joined in, voicing her desires just as much. “Fenris looks so much better now, Master! Please make sure she stays like this!” She bumped the side of her flank against the newly forged mare, giggling while doing so. “Now you can pump both our wombs full! Please, knock us up!”

“Now, now,” Obo replied, turning towards the table and snatching the fertility potions in his grasp once more. “Drink these first.”

The mares obeyed their command, grabbing one vial each for themselves. Carefully popping the tops off, they quickly slugged down the colorful liquid. Strawberry was the taste that caressed their palettes now, drowning out the faint flavors of cum that still littered their mouths. Swallowing the last drop each, the both shivered in place as the brew’s effect took place on them both. With a small flash of pink light, a mark appeared on their abdomens, right over where their wombs were. Shimmering for a moment, the markings glow faded, leaving something akin to a tattoo on their groins.

“Ooooo ~ That’s cute!” Fenris noted, looking under herself and past her tits.

Kara sat backwards, poking the marking now on her. “Hehe ~ I like it!” 

Obo rolled his eyes, amused by his dumbed down sluts putting on an adorable showcase of curiosity. Sighing, he cleared his throat and grabbed their attention. “Now, as I said before, I will not be rutting you two today.” The pair made to respond, before Obo swiftly continued, denying them the right to speak. “However, you will be bred today.” 

The two smiled at the notion. Sure, not being bred by their Master stung a bit, but they were certain to eventually earn the right to carry his foals one day. Excitedly tapping their hooves against the ground, the two glanced around the empty room.

“So, who is it going to be? I can’t wait to find out!” Kara asked, barely hiding her excitement.

“Oh! Oh! Maybe Master is going to let them run a train on us! Make it a mystery as to who properly knocked us up!” Fenris followed, giggling while glancing over towards her former mate.

Kara smiled back, giggling all the same as the pegasus. “Oh yes! That’d be so fun! So much cock for us both too!” 

The two were too busy in their discussion to hear the sound of the hut’s door opening, but with the sound of steps growing increasingly louder behind them, the two finally glanced back. Standing tall, with hungry, cocky smirks plastered across their faces, was none other than Malikii and Adeau. 

“Slaves, meet the studs who will be giving you your first foals.” Obo explained, gesturing a forehoof towards the zebra brothers.

Kara and Fenris briefly exchanged glances with one another, before an ecstatic smile grew on their faces. Their marehoods instinctively seized upon themselves, their arousal soared, and the knowledge of knowing who the fathers of their foals would be only drove them further.

“Oh! Adeau! Malikii!” Fenris started, bowing forward. “Thank you again for bringing us here all those months ago!” She rose back up, turning in place. “Look what Master did to me! And it’s all because you tricked Kara and I into coming here!” She faced her ass towards the two brothers, flagging her tail and giving them a clear view of her winking, dripping snatch. “And this slave is very thankful ~”

Kara trotted beside the pegasus, bowing forward as well. “Thank you! Thank you for choosing us to carry your mighty seed in our wombs! It is an honor to know you two are going to be the ones to knock us up! We owe you everything!” She glanced up, licking her lips. “Please make sure to pump us full ~ We’re desperate to become the mothers of your foals.”

“Crazy to think these are the same two arrogant, cocky adventurers we met only a few months ago.” Adeau noted, glancing up at Obo. “It’ll be fun to breed them. Thanks again for letting us.”

Obo dismissively waved a hoof, looking towards the two. “You’re the reason our village has had two wonderful fucktoys for the last six months. Take this as my full and proper thanks.”

“So,” Malikii joined in, glancing at his brother, “who’s taking who?”

Adeau scrunched his muzzle, eyeing the two desperate mares before him, before an idea popped into his head. “Hey, back then, when these two first got broken in, I had taken this one right?” he asked, pointing towards Fenris.

Malikii looked towards his brother, slowly piecing together what he was getting at. “Ooooh ~ So you wanna reminisce a bit?” 

“Seems fitting, don’t you think?” Adeau flexed his growing cock under him, licking his lips. “We worked 'em up back then, now let’s knock ‘em up.” 

Malikii gave his brother a light punch in the shoulder, before eyeing Kara. “Sounds good to me ~” 

Obo nodded his head, seeing that the two had come to a conclusion. “Well then, I suppose I will leave you to it.” He looked over his shoulder, back at his dampened bed. “I will permit you to use my bed to breed these two. But only this time. Break anything, or damage any of my belongings, and I’ll ensure those two’s minds aren’t the only things that’ll be broken.” 

Adeau and Malikii gave their leader an understanding bow, keeping themselves lowered before hearing him leave the room. Rising back up, they eyed the set of mares before them.

“Okay, you pretty little bitches, prop yourselves up on the bed,” Malikii commanded.

There wasn’t a single glimmer of reluctance in Fenris or Kara, as they scurried over towards the bed. Standing side by side, they rose onto their haunches and placed their forelegs on top of the mattress. Flagging their tails, they pressed the sides of their asses together and glanced back at their two studs. 

“Of course ~ Now, please fuck us.” Fenris cooed, her tail wagging over her glistening rump.

Kara bit her lip, staring at the brothers with lidded eyes. “Please pump a foal into us! We’re your bitches to breed.” 

“That you are,” Adeau confirmed, trotting over and mounting Fenris.

Malikii joined his brother, trotting over, rising onto his haunches, and mounting Kara. “And you will be bred, nice and thoroughly.” 

The two brothers slid their cocks along the mares’ slavering folds, earning light moans from them each. Fenris hadn’t ever felt the sensations accosting her now, but with each passing moment she was growing more and more appreciative of her transformation. The sensations she experienced as a stallion were beyond compare, but as a newly forged mare, she could experience all the bliss she once had and carry the foals of her masters.

The teasing on their marehoods did no favors for their downright need to be fucked and filled, as their light moans slowly began warping to whimpers. Meekly looking back at the brothers over their shoulder, they gave a weak, desperate plea.

“P-please…use us…”

Their words sung a song to the flames of Malikii and Adeau’s passion, as each zebra brought the large tip of their cock to their respective mare’s cunt, slowly prodding its slick entrance. Biting their lips, awaiting the inevitable, Kara and Fenris braced themselves for the most important fuck of their new lives.

Fenris was a mixture of terrified and excited beyond comparison. She had never been rutted like this before, let alone properly felt the true pleasures her newly acquired marehood could give her, but the fear of uncertainty only drove her deeper into the seas of lust. Her first mating session as a mare would lead to her carrying a foal - that’s all she needed to know to want more.

Kara shuddered, feeling Malikii’s thick cock head slowly pressing into her winking depths. She hadn’t been open to the idea of having a foal six months ago, not anytime soon at least. It would’ve stopped her training and slowed her adventuring, but with those days behind her forever now, she was more than eager to become a mother.

Gradually, the two brothers pressed against their plump lower lips harder, sliding their cocks into the mares. Both Kara and Fenris were like an angel’s caress, their velvety walls clenching down on each inch of flesh entering them. A long, throaty groan escaped the two of them, as they felt the flares of their studs slip against their clits and into their depths. 

Inch by thick, throbbing inch further slipped into them, causing Fenris and Kara to bite down on their lips. Fenris, wholly unknowing of just how good the experience would feel, was handling the pleasure far worse than the earth pony. Every nerve within her love canal was newly formed, arcanely created by the phenomenal brew that the village’s potion makers crafted. It was all new, and with every passing second, she was further shown the fantastical sensations her new snatch could bestow upon her fragile mind.

Kara managed to keep somewhat of a level head, barely so. She of course was very familiar with how it felt to be rutted, but with the knowledge of what was to come in her head, it was a genuine battle to keep her cool and not lose herself to her excitement and lust. Within a few minutes, her and Fenris would be fertilized, turned from simple sluts to expecting mothers - and she couldn’t imagine a more pleasurable fate for the two of them. 

Hilting himself, seeing that his brother had too, Malikii pet Kara’s mane. “Alright, I think it’s time ~” 

“Hehe ~ yup!” Adeau replied, wincing in pleasure as Fenris’ pussy gripped onto him like a vice. “Let’s breed them.”

Kara and Fenris made to thank their studs in advance for what was to come, but their words were prematurely silenced as the two brothers began pounding into their depths. Jackhammering into them, giving an audible plap with each and every motion forward, Malikii and Adeau sent the two ponies for a blissful rollercoaster.

Each plunge teased their wombs. With each thrust they felt their studs’ weighty nuts slap against their engorged clits. With each motion they clenched down, eager to pleasure the two stallions using them. 

Fenris may have only been a mare for a few short minutes so far, but the motions and strategies came naturally to her. Clenching her walls down onto Adeau’s cock as he pulled out, she loosened as he thrust back in. It came naturally to her, all but thrilling her shattered mind. She really was meant to be a mare, and now she really was one. Throwing her ass back, her cunt gushing with her arousal, she worked in tune with the zebra stud above her.

Kara gave her all for Adeau, swiveling her hips and motioning back with all the skill of a seasoned whore - which she now was. Feeling him smack her ass, rippling her plump flesh, she upped her efforts yet again. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t have liked to drag things out, pacing them slowly and wondrously, but her downright need to feel his seed fertilizing her womb overcame all else.

On and on these two went, losing themselves in their euphoric bliss. If there was one thing they had learned about Adeau and Malikii, having been used several times by the pair over the last couple months, was that they had stamina and then some. Continuing to go all out, moaning out loud in sheer ecstasy, the ponies climaxed over and over. The bliss, the excitement, the endless, burning heat in their loins - it was all for their masters. 

Eventually, driven by the absolute carnal energy flowing through their very beings, they started to make cracks in Adeau and Malikii’s armor. The studs began to give heavy breaths, their thrusts became more fierce, and they were gripping onto their broodmares’ hips for composure. This only encouraged the former adventurers more, as they voiced their desires.

“C-c’mon! Ahn! I-I want it! Please!” 

“I’m - nnngh - ready for you! Pump me full!”

Their eager cries were the final blows to Malikii and Adeau’s composure. Leaning over their mares, they drove Kara and Fenris’ faces into the mattress as they now went all out. The mixture of cum, juices, and sweat in the mattress, accompanied with the earthy, riveting smells the zebra brothers provided, sent the two over the edge yet again.

Their bodies froze up, their eyelids fluttered, and an unbecoming moan escaped their lips, as the most powerful orgasm they had had in weeks rocked through them. Yet, their pleasure didn’t stop there. Savagely, craning their necks down, the two brothers bit into the back of their manes and wrenched their heads back. Forced back up, a sting of pain rippling through them, the two ponies released a noiseless scream, losing themselves in the process.

And yet it didn’t stop there.

Releasing a roar, barely muffled by the manes in their mouths, Malikii and Adeau peaked. Hilting themselves into the depths of their fucktoys, pulling their manes even harder, their nuts pulled up to their groins as a torrent of seed shot out from their stallionhoods. Rope upon rope of molten, fertile essence rocketed into the mares’ depths, directing into their awaiting wombs. 

The sensation of their superiors’ cum flowing within them sent the two into yet another orgasm, beginning right as the previous had ended. The nonstop barrage of pleasure sent them reeling, both teetering on the edge of consciousness as they felt their hearts race within their chests. They had taken many loads, especially within the past six months, but the seed gushing into their depths right now was a magnitude more pleasurable, significant, and heart-racing.

Within mere moments, their foal factories were flooded with a sea of potential, and said potential was to be achieved. The marks on their abdomens shimmered with color again, shimmering faintly on them - yet it marked something extraordinarily significant to the two. Unbeknownst to them, that glow was the confirmation of something they so desperately had been yearning for. There was a winner, or two, in the race within their wombs. An egg had been breached, a mark had been claimed, and ultimately, their biggest dream had finally come true.

They had been knocked up.

All four of them held their positions for what felt like a lifetime, as Adeau and Malikii held them in place, riding out the remainder of their climaxes. Their cunts were stuffed, cum gushing out as the two zebras slowly unhilted from their depths. They fell forward, lying limp on the mattress as the two brothers fully exited their depths. A torrent of seed flowed out their winking depths, flowing over their thighs and onto the floor below. Dumb, cum-drunk expressions split across their muzzles, as the felt the warmth of the seed within them.

Adeau and Malikii wiped the sweat off their brows, looking over their work. Watching the two mares twitch, still basking in the afterglow of their climaxes, they could only chuckle. Hearing a door swing open behind them, they whirled around. Standing in the doorframe, looking down upon them both, was Obo. Without uttering a word, he simply trotted up beside them.

“Good, it seems that my gift to you two was fully utilized,” he started, patting each brother on the back. “Now, you two can go. I will tend to our slaves myself.” 

“Yes, sir,” the brothers replied in unison, turning and exiting the hut with pleased smiles on their faces.

Obo snickered, the only sounds accompanying him in the room now being the faint, light moans from the two mares. He couldn’t be more pleased with how they turned out, and, watching a shimmer of magic shroud Fenris, he only smiled more. As swiftly as it had arrived, with a faint, colorful burst, said aura faded. He knew exactly what it meant. With that little reaction, the potion’s effects were now permanent on Fenris - keeping her as a mare forever now. He trotted closer to the two, watching as they began to stir. Hearing his heavy, unmistakable hoofsteps behind them, the two sluggishly raised their heads and looked back. Though they waded in a thick miasma of lust, they were able to take notice of their Master, and smile.

Obo returned their look, smiling warmly at the two of them. His village had two, fertile foal factories now. These two would give many wonderful offspring to him and his clan, yet, he wanted to inform them of one new development. Leaning forward, placing himself between the two of them, he whispered. “I assume you’re both excited to begin your new jobs as broodmares, yes?”

The two smiled even more, giggling as they leaned against the titanic zebra.

“Of course, Master~”