> Down Bad
>  by Some Leech
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> Leech
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“Come on,” Leech snickered, playfully elbowing her friend’s ribs, “don’t act like you haven’t been wanting a certain itch scratched.”

Walking alongside the unicorn, Kennel rolled her eyes. “Ok, yeah, you got me. It has been a little while since I’ve gotten a good rutting,” she sighed. “Not saying you’re not satisfying to be with, but having a real dick would be a nice change of pace.”

“Exactly,” Leech replied. “It’s just a fling. Once we get it out of our system, we’ll go right back to muff diving and strapons - besides, between two sexy mares, I’m sure that big lug won’t know what hit him.”

As they trotted through town, bantering and conspiring about what they’d do once they reached their destination, both mares grew increasingly excited about their impending evening. Not two days prior, they’d run into a large, spectacularly exotic stallion while out getting groceries; while most ponies wouldn’t have given the innocuous development much, if any thought, they weren’t cut from the same cloth as most. Having surreptitiously expressed their interest in him with one another, they’d come to a resolution - they were going to try and smooth talk their way into his nonexistent pants.

It was rare enough to bump into an utterly massive and well-built stallion, but finding a hulking zebra of such a persuasion felt downright legendary. Considering neither Leech nor Kennel had ever experienced a night with a striped stud, and that it had been quite some time that they’d shared a bed with anypony with a cock, they simply couldn’t help but try and woo him for a night of fun - after all, there was no harm in it. With their salacious little scheme plotted out, they made their approach and introduced themselves.

The zebra’s name was Okuta and he was an absolute beauty to behold. Standing a full head and shoulders taller than most stallions, his height was only exacerbated by his toned, muscular physique, arctic-blue eyes, and imposing mohawk. By his looks alone, he would have been worth a tryst, but his sonorous voice and very forward nature were the delectable icing on the cake. 

All it had taken to seduce their would-be partner in carnal crime was a compelling smile, a wink, and a hoofful of sinful promises - unfortunately but foreseeably, it wasn’t like any of them could drop what they were doing for a quickie at the time. After briefly discussing the matter where and when they should meet, the three had agreed to convene at his place on Friday afternoon. With a whopping three days to wait until their little date, Kennel and Leech had spent their time wisely and schemed on how best to toy with their newest plaything.

In what felt like no time whatsoever, the duo of flirtatious mares found themselves trotting up to Okuta’s front door. Unlike the rest of him, the zebra’s home was remarkably unimpressive. Resting just beyond the suburbs, at the edge of a forest, his house appeared to be a primitive, albeit well-built hut. Just as Leech lifted a hoof to knock, the door swung open to reveal their gargantuan host.

“Slightly early,” he noted, turning his head to grin at them both. “Eager little things ~ aren’t we?”

“Maybe,” Leech and Kennel replied in tandem, glancing at each other and tittering like a pair of school fillies.

His smile broadening, Okuta shoved the door open, stepped aside, and bowed his head. “Then by all means, welcome to my humble abode.”

Slipping inside, side by side, the mares paused when they trotted into his home. The interior was rustic, consisting of a single, cavernous chamber, but that was hardly a bad thing. A kitchen sat along the far left wall, shower and what they presumed was a veiled toilet rested opposite, and most of the area consisted of a combination den/bedroom. It was fair to assume that he’d modeled the place after those of his homeland, Zebrica - even if it wasn’t, it was a surprisingly comfortable and welcoming layout.

Trotting past them, he crossed the chamber and stepped onto his spacious bed. “Have either of you been with a zebra before?” he softly inquired, easing himself down on the circular, pelt-lined mattress.

“Neither of us have, but I’m sure you’d be willing to change that,” Kennel giggled.

Nodding in agreement, Leech shot her friend a knowing look. Their plan was simple as it was elegant; working in concert, they’d fawn over him, get him nice and worked up, then ultimately take turns fucking themselves on him until he was a whimpering, limp mass of limbs. Moving forward and shooting to the left, with Kennel mirroring her actions, they slowly closed on their striped, hopefully big-dicked prey.

Watching the duo approach for just a moment, doubtlessly realizing what they were up to, he casually rolled to his side and splayed his hind legs. “I’d be more than happy to indulge your curiosity, you sweet little things, so feel free to help yourselves…”

Seeing what could have passed for a fifth leg flop from between his thighs, the mares paused. Even from some dozen paces away, not to mention its flaccid state, his stallionhood was absolutely gargantuan. A moment of silence passed between the friends, before they were finally able to tear their eyes off the magnificently displayed package to glance at one another.

“Ahem -” Leech coughed, “j…just give us a second.”

As the unicorn scampered over to her, Kennel scrunched her snout. Though it was a more than welcome development, their host’s absurd endowment may have warranted a small change in their designs. Extended a wing and lifted one pinion, silently ensuring they wouldn’t conspire too long, before she concealed her and Leech’s face with the feathery appendages.

“I’m getting first,” she blurted, causing her companion to balk. “You got fucked by that kirin about a month ago. It’s been nearly three months since I got any action from a stallion.”

Leech glowered, holding her ground. “Hey, don’t go trying to get dibs. That kirin had nothing on this guy, so how about we leave this to chance,” she grumbled. “Gimme a bit.”

Kennel fished into her purse, past a generous stack of condoms, and snatched a goin. “Heads.”

“Tails,” Leech huffed, snatching and tossing the bit into the air. As the little disk spun to the floor, she petulantly stomped her hoof. “I hope he’s a quick shot…”

A smirk split the pegasus’ muzzle, overjoyed with the fortuitous outcome. “Don’t worry, I still want you to help me get him warmed up - oh and I’m sure he’ll be nice and slick for you, once I’m done with him.”

Leaving her friend to seeth, Kennel turned and strutted over to the lounging lothario. Sweet, merciful stars - she’d kept her hooves crossed that they’d bag a capable third, and it sure as heck seemed like they had. Unless Okuta was darn good at putting on a smooth front, she felt absolutely certain she and Leech would be walking funny in the morning.

As she crawled onto the bed, her eyes practically glued to his equipment, an ambrosial aroma drifted to her nose. It was fair to say she’d had a fair number of amorous adventures in the past, with both stallions and mares alike, yet the scent which assailed her was unique. Similar to the musk of a pony, yet an order of magnitude stronger, the scent alone was enough to make her marehood seize in anticipation.

“Come to mama,” she reverently whispered to herself, pressing her snout to the thick folds of flesh at the base of his growing length.

He was everything she’d hoped he would be. His cocky, borderline arrogant demeanor smacked of a stud who didn’t just know what he wanted, but took it, he smelled heavenly, and his stallionhood - holy Tartarus, his stallionhood was insane. Drawing her tongue up his hardening shaft, tracing a particularly fat vein along its side, she took a moment to appreciate his titanic bitch-breaker.

The earthy flavors of unwashed flesh and fresh sweat danced over her palate, spurring her onward and causing her heart to race. As much as she would have liked to simply bend over and let him mount her, that would have to wait. Reaching the blunt head of his shaft, she looked up, locked eyes with him, and wrapped her lips around his cock-head.

He remained motionless, save for his swelling length, and approvingly held her gaze. “Quite the eager little thing ~ aren’t we? You,” he hummed, glancing over to the somewhat crestfallen unicorn, “be a dear and get her ready for me.”

“Might as well,” Leech grumpily huffed, trotting up behind the pegasus, “not like I’ve got anything better to do.”

Though Kennel couldn’t see what the mare was doing, the sound of her approaching hooffalls, paired with a hot breath against her nethers, told her everything she needed to know. As she spread her hind legs and flicked her tail to the side, a warm, familiar tongue glided up her thigh and to her slavering entrance. While most companions tended to keep things platonic, she and Leech often toed the line of what really defined a friend - regardless, they could and often did fool around with one another.

Willing herself to concentrate, despite the pleasant sensation of being teased and licked, she drew a deep breath and drove her head downward. She was no novice to sucking cock, but she knew this was going to be a test of her skill. Both incredibly long and girthy, Okuta’s endowment was definitely one of, if not the biggest tools she’d had in her muzzle, but she was undeterred.

Giving a theatrical groan, she drew him into her snout and to the back of her throat. Even if she couldn’t fully hilt him in her maw, she wasn’t going to half-ass things - not purely to excite him, but because she’d be remiss for not attempting such an astounding feat. With her lungs filled with air, she closed her eyes and forced him into her gullet.

The feeling of his stallionhood plunging into her esophagus, straining her choker and bulging her neck, was more than intense, almost painful, yet wildly thrilling. While she couldn’t say how well she would have been able to manage the task without Leech’s assistance, the pleasure radiating from her nethers mingling with her discomfort, she found herself immeasurably thankful that her friend was there to help. Stifling a gag, she peeked out and instantly regretted it.

In spite of feeling as though she had a foot of dick lodged in her muzzle, she wasn’t even half way - heck, she hadn’t even made it to his medial ring! Knitting her brow, ignoring a pang of doubt that haunted her, she clamped her eyes shut and rammed her head forward. There was a good chance that she could only handle his entirety for a mere second, but she couldn’t relent without trying her best. As she twisted and torqued her head, trying to get her airway to loosen up, she felt him shift.

“If you’d like, I could make this easier for you,” Okuta rumbled. “I could be a bit more assertive, though seeing how determined you are is quite impressive.”

“Fuck yeah,” Leech bleated, withdrawing from the pegasus’ backside. “I ain’t opposed to doing all the work, but I’d be more than happy to let you fuck my face after you’re finished.”

“Duly noted,” he chuckled, lifting a forehoof. “Almost there…”

Kennel’s eyes watered, her lungs started to burn, and her lips strained, as what had to be a hoof was pressed to the back of her head. She’d been seconds from throwing in the towel, genuinely unsure if she’d be able to hilt him in her snout, but it seemed like that option had just been taken off the table. Unable to move, barely able to stay relaxed, she was driven downward.

It had only taken a hoofful of seconds before her nose was pressed to his groin, having sheathed every inch of him in her maw, yet it felt like a small eternity. With tears streaking down her cheeks, causing her mascara to run, she steadied herself and deliberately bobbed her head. She may have wanted to get a sip of air, but she needed him to know she was no pushover with carnal affairs - especially if there was even a remote chance that her skills would be measured against her whorish companion.

Slow, railing against her instinct to withdraw and gasp, she pushed herself up and watched his slickened length slide from her muzzle. “Thanks for that,” she rasped, kissing the tip of his shaft.

He dipped his head, as his stallionhood throbbed in tune with his heart. “It was my pleasure. There aren’t many mares who are as tenacious as you, though I do wonder how well you’ll endure having me breed you.”

Pulling back and swinging her head to the side, Leech licked her lips and looked up at the zebra. “Be careful with her. I’ve seen this bitch give yaks a run for their money.”

“Is that so?” he asked, piquing a brow. “While that is somewhat impressive, I certainly hope that hubris of yours won’t be your undoing. I’d hate to have to carry you home tomorrow…”

The glancing blow to Kennel’s pride soured her mood and added a competitive element to her excitement. Wheeling around, nearly knocking the unicorn away with her backside, she turned away from the stud, leaned forward, and pressed her chest to the floor. Though she’d planned on extending the foreplay a bit, teasing him until he asked for them to move on, she wasn’t about to let the subtle slight side.

“How about you put your bits where your mouth is -” she cooed, peeking back and shooting him a wink, “that is unless that big dick is just for show.”

Casually getting to his hooves and stepping to the floor, he shook his head. “We’ll see if you’re so confident in a few minutes, though I hope you are. It’s so much more fun to break defiant mares.”

As he trotted up behind her, she was reminded of just how colossal he was. Between his inordinate stature and her relatively small size, being slightly shorter than the average mare, he wasn’t able to mount her - well not in a conventional sense. Moving atop her, his forelegs coming to rest to either side of her chest, he kissed the head of his stallionhood to her winking, drooling entrance.

“Just a fair warning though,” he began, playfully nudging himself against her, “once I start, I’m not going to stop until I’m satisfied.”

She had to twist her head to peer up at him, meeting his haughty gaze. “So about a minute at most - got it.”

His tranquil smile was unwavering, his stance was relaxed, and he didn’t seem perturbed by her insult in the slightest, as he looked over to the idle unicorn. “Is she always this pretentious?”

Leech shrugged and smirked, glancing over at her companion. “Pretty much, yeah, but it’s not like she’s talking out her ass. Speaking of asses, would you mind if I…”

Okuta guffawed, his rich laughter reverberating throughout his home, and nodded. “By all means, feel free to indulge yourself however you wish.”

Kennel rolled her eyes, seeing the unicorn bolt behind their host. “Fucking slut…”

“Don’t worry,” he mused, “I’ll allow you to get acquainted with my taint and balls when I’m rutting your friend, since you haven’t had that honor yet.”

As Kennel opened her mouth, having every intention of giving a scathing rebuttal, the pressure on her snatch skyrocketed. Had she not known better, she could have sworn a large hoof was pressed to her nethers. Drawing a deep breath, holding it for a moment, and slowly exhaling, she told herself that she’d soon be having him eat his seed out of her to finish her off.

Bracing and tensing her legs, listening to Leech contentedly and quite loudly moaning into his backside, her patience was drawn thin. What was supposed to be a romp with the burly stud had shifted to a battle of wills, detracting from her enjoyment and making the carnal matter personal. As she threw her weight back, lending her strength to his, she all but impaled herself upon him.

Instead of gradually easing her open, nearly an entire third of his shaft sank into her taut, quivering confines in a single, staggering plunge. Her eyes widened in shock, the breath hitched in her throat, and her legs buckled, yet she was somehow able to remain standing. Intense couldn’t begin to describe the sensation of being stuffed with something so monstrous so quickly, but he wasn’t finished yet - not by a long shot.

Inspired by her resolve or possibly seeking to punish her impetuousness, he snorted and bucked his hips. The thrust had all the speed and force of a freight train, and she was powerless to stop it. A guttural, unbecoming groan escaped her, as she was brought to the very cusp of a climax in the blink of an eye. As he slammed into her cervix, all but crushing her womb, he drew to a merciful halt.

“Nothing to say for yourself? No pithy comments?” he murmured, flexing his pelvis and causing his stallionhood to jerk inside her.

“F…fuck yo - Mmmmph!” she whimpered, as he freed a portion of his length and gave a second thrust.

Lowering his head, he breathed hotly on her ear. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

She turned and glared at him, forcing a defiant smile. “I said, fuck yo - Oh fuck!”

For a second time, she was cut off when he bucked his hips and filled her, but that marked the end of his toying with her. Broadening his stance, he started mercilessly pounding into her from above. Fighting through her bliss, bolstered by her petty desire to show him up, she set her jaw and rebelliously swung her tush back to meet him.

“That’s the spirit,” he growled. “I’m going to fuck all that bravado out of you.”

“G…good luck,” she managed to stammer, her words standing in stark contrast to crushing doubt welling up within her.

As soon as he’d crammed his behemoth of a cock into her, she’d realized she’d fucked up - she’d fucked up badly. His meaty balls crashed into her clit, the wind was driven from her lungs, and his battering ram-like stallionhood sieged her foal-factory, threatening to destroy not only her resentment but her sanity. Being plowed by somepony so enormous didn’t feel good - it was breathtaking.

Moving would have been impossible, though that wasn’t her biggest concern - her biggest concern was how alarmingly quickly she was soaring towards a climax. Even though he’d only just started, she could feel all the telltale signs of an impending release. The tingling sensation radiating from her stretched confines, the quickening of her pulse, and the way her pitiable moaning had raised an octave, all beyond her control, made her enjoyment painfully obvious to the brute, her friend, and herself that her hubris had been her undoing.

Giving her a particularly forceful thrust, almost causing her legs to give out, he gently nibbled on her ear. “You’re going to cum sooner or later ~ why fight it.”

She opened her mouth to speak, yet the most she could manage was an incoherent, shuddering cry of delight. Try as she might, there was no stopping the onslaught of raw, unfettered pleasure. Biting down on her lip, she struggled tooth and hoof to remain composed, yet the battle was already lost. It was only as she teetered on the precipice of release, staring into the void of nirvana, that she understood why she’d lost.

Every pony she’d ever become intimate with was different; some were strong and domineering, others were sensual and loving, and there were a rare few who excelled at fetishes or erotic specialties. The problem didn’t stem from a lack of experience or technique - no, the problem was that she wasn’t having sex with a pony at all. She was being rutted by a zebra, and the difference between him and her kind was like night and day.

She could practically feel the primal, untamed lust of his people, of his need to subjugate and use her for his own designs, and that revelation was what pushed her past the brink. As she filled the air with a shrill howl, baptizing her loins with her marish nectar, her climax was like none other. Compared to every other orgasm she’d ever experienced, the ecstasy which struck her was all consuming.

Vaguely aware of just how loud she’d been, weaving in and out of consciousness, she was only barely able to keep herself from blacking out. The euphoria which settled over her was terrifying and heralded yet another epiphany. She’d always considered herself experienced with sexual affairs, yet that assertion was called into question by the raw intensity of his passion.

“Would you like to cum again?” he inquired, slowing ever so slightly.

Though she heard and comprehended his question, it was nonsensical. She’d just suffered through a cataclysmic climax, and a potent one at that. While she could and more than likely would be able to have another orgasm, it would be at least a few minutes until she’d recovered enough to attain such an uncommon feat. Seeing him turn his head and peer behind himself, it was all she could do to continually grunt with his plunges.

“You, whore,” he called, “your friend needs you. Now that you’ve given my backside a thorough tongue bath, give her a little kiss.”

The sound of hooves rushed up beside her, before she languidly watched Leech lower herself. With her face slick with saliva, licking her chops as if she’d just finished a delectable meal, the unicorn seemed giddy with the order. She still couldn’t wrap her head around what difference a kiss would make, but the sight of her friend did bring some sliver of comfort.

“Oh my gosh,” Leech chirped, “his ass and balls are amazing. I bet he could knock up at least a half-dozen mare with all the cream he’s got in those cum-tanks.”

Okuta snorted, drawing their attention up to his face, his smile wavering. “The kiss…”

“Oh, right, sorry,” the unicorn hastily apologized.

Kennel was given no time to react, as her companion shot forward and locked lips with her. An overpowering musk, far stronger than the rich scent on the zebra’s stallionhood, struck her like a gong, as a salty, strong taste of sweat washed over her taste buds. She would have never thought that the simple inclusion of a smell and flavor would be enough to make her climax, but that’s exactly what happened.

Her second orgasm was as or more powerful as the one she’d weathered seconds before, robbing her of anything but rapture. Sounds grew muddled, her vision tunneled, and the world faded out of existence, while she reeled from the unending tide of pleasure. As her consciousness fled from her, she entered a hazy, blissful stupor that she could only describe as heaven itself.

Seconds, centuries, minutes, millennia - time lost all meaning, yet the sensation of his wildly pulsing, flaring stallionhood was enough to wrench her back to the land of the living. Groggy and incoherent though she was, she knew he was about to breed her, about to sow his seed in her womb, and the thought shattered something deep in her psyche. Summoning a strength she didn’t know she had, she bucked back to meet his thrusts and drew a deep breath.

“I…inside,” she wailed, mad desperation dripping from her words. “Cum inside me!”

Maybe her plea had some effect, or perhaps he’d reached the tipping point all on his own - regardless, plunging his length into her yielding, he roared and passed the threshold. The sensation of his essence seeping into her, flooding her interior, evoked yet another climax from her, the most potent one yet, and she collapsed beneath him because of it. He hadn’t just asserted his dominance, he’d claimed her as his plaything.

By the time he was finished, she was destroyed in body, mind, and spirit. Her abdomen was slightly distended from the influx of his seed, she rested in a pool of her saliva and cooling juices, and her blurry, unfocused eyes stared into oblivion. It was like a whole new world had been opened to her, one which she hadn’t realized had existed until less than an hour prior, and the implications of it were overwhelming.

“Kennel…Kennel, hey,” Leech began, shaking her from her rapturous trance, “you ok?”

“Bwah…ah…” she slurred, shakily twisting her head.

She had little doubt that she was a total mess, unseemly and slathered in a cocktail of cum, sweat, and climactic nectar, but that wasn’t what sent a cold shiver through her. Feeling the stud step back and haul his prodigious length from her quivering depths, allowing her hind quarters to unceremoniously fall to the floor, she heaved air into her bosom. Leech rested a few feet away, supine on the bed while expectantly lifting and spreading her hind legs, while Okuta strutted over to her.

Her friend was about to be subjected to the same treatment she had, all but literally fucked into another reality, and she was powerless to stop it - a notion that both horrified and delighted her. From the very depths of her core, she knew there was no going back to pony stallions, that there was nothing that could or likely ever would compare to the glorious zebrican adonis who’d ruined her, yet she was granted a small mercy. If nothing else, at least she’d have a friend to languish in the throes of torturous ecstasy.
> Kennel
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Shamelessly watching her friend writhe and howl beneath the titan, Leech furiously rubbed her winking snatch. Though she couldn’t be exactly sure how long it had been since that fateful evening, both she and Kennel’s lives had changed after spending the night with Okuta. Their first date was followed by a second, then a third and a fourth, until he’d given them a proposal - instead of visiting him on an increasing basis, why not submit themselves and become his personal harem.

It had taken a bit of convincing to sway Kennel on the matter, but the hedonistic promise of sinful delights had ultimately done the strong-willed pegasus in. Once they’d sold most of their belongings, they’d forked over what few bits they’d stashed away to procure a larger home for their newfound housemate and live-in stud. Instead of staying in his cozy, relatively small hut, they’d all moved into a substantially larger, arboreal home deep within the Everfree forest.

Though they’d both offered to help with bills, keeping their jobs to contribute financially toward the group living arrangements, Okuta had been quite insistent that they stop working altogether. They were his mares, he was their stud, and their place was tending to the home and ensuring his life was as stress-free and comfortable as possible. Leech had been overjoyed with the idea, finding the prospect of what was essentially a homemaker and concubine irresistible, yet her friend wasn’t so keen on the idea.

Unlike herself, Kennel had subtly resisted the transition taking over their lives - still, it hadn’t taken long for her to change her mind. Obedience from either of them was rewarded with affection and long, passionate nights of rutting, while insubordination would leave their longings ignored. After being able to do little more than watch and listen to her getting bred, her friend had steadily become much, much more cooperative.

“D…don’t stop!” Kennel brayed.

Leech’s muzzle split in a twisted grin, as she watched the stallion grind to an abrupt halt. With a sneer of contempt, ignoring the pegasus’ attempt to apologize, he dismounted the mare and stepped away. While they lived under the same roof and were subjected to the same rules, in spite of being markedly well learned, her friend struggled to retain the lessons they’d learned.

“Master,” Leech hummed, getting to her hooves and giving a small bow when he peered in her direction, “you really should forgive her.”

“Why?” he huffed. “If she doesn’t respect the order of things, she doesn’t deserve my time.”

“Too true,” the unicorn hummed, keeping her head lowered, “but might I make a suggestion?”

A tense moment paused, unable to see his expression, before he snorted. “You may…”

“Perhaps we can both be of use to you. You’ve had such a long week, your frustration with her is well warranted, and I truly do sympathize, so allow us, both of us, to help you relax,” she demurely asserted, summoning the courage to peek up at him.

Smirking and holding her gaze for a moment, he peered over at the shivering pegasus. “You’d do well to learn from her.”

Emboldened by his praise, Leech trotted forward and drew a hoof up his broad, striped chest. “She will in time, but this isn’t about her - this is about you. If you would lay down and make yourself comfortable, we’ll ease your tension.”

Trotting over to her crestfallen companion, listening to Okuta move onto the bed, she helped Kennel to her hooves. She’d known the pegasus for ages, and they were as thick as thieves, so she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for her friend. While she’d taken to her submissive role like a fish to water, often going so far as to debase herself to please her Master, the comparably unruly mare wasn’t so easy to break in - sure, strides had been taken, but she had a long, long way to go.

“Come on,” she whispered, hauling the pegasus up. “Just follow my lead and feel free to ham it up. If we’re lucky, we’ll both be able to get off to this.”

As the unicorn turned toward the bed, Kennel pressed herself to Leech’s side. “You’re not gonna let him creampie me, are you?”

“Let him?” Okuta interrupted, quirking a brow at them. “Neither of you let me do anything - in fact, you’re lucky that I’m indulging her request. If you were smart, you’d keep your muzzle shut until I have a use for it.”

“I…I’m sorry, Master,” Kennel frantically stammered, stopping and all but pressing herself to the floor.

“Master, trust me, this will be more than worth the small transgression - after all, why have one mare servicing you when you could have two,” Leech smoothly remarked, stepping up and onto the foot of the mattress.

She may not have been the smartest mare around, but be darned if she wasn’t one of the more adaptable ones. While she hesitated to call herself manipulative, she did have a bit of skill when it came to learning how to get what she wanted, and their stud had a lot that she wanted. As far as she was concerned, if bending a knee and humiliating herself meant getting as much fat zebra cock as she could manage, there wasn’t much she wouldn’t do for her big-dicked stud.

Standing atop the mattress, she gave a small nod to her right and moved to Okuta’s left side. Their Master might have been an absolute god in bed, but he shared the same weakness as most stallions - he positively adored being fawned over and revered. As she came to a halt by the zebra’s hip, with her friend mirroring her movements, she eased herself onto the sheets.

“So incredible,” she hummed, snaking forward to press her snout to the base of his pillar-like length. “Why couldn’t you have come into our lives sooner?”

He chuckled and pulled a pillow under his head. “It is a shame, but it makes no difference in the end. Now that you’ve experienced what pony stallions lack, you’ve learned the true way of things.”

As she drew her tongue up his shaft, coating her taste buds in his sweat and Kennel’s juices, Leech nodded. “Thank you, Master…”

Though the sycophantic fawning may have come off as theatrical, she was being absolutely truthful. She’d gotten fucked more times than she could count, by a number of different creatures, but not a single one could hold a candle to what Okuta had to offer. With her eyes drifting closed, she savored the enormity of the titan.

Not only was he significantly bigger than most ponies, rocking a stallionhood that could put some dragons to shame, but he had so much more than that. His scent was intoxicating, his domineering air practically demanded fealty, and he was handsome to a fault; in short, he was a paragon of masculinity in every conceivable way. Feeling him shift slightly, his legs parting, she risked a glance over to ensure her friend was where she was supposed to be.

Sure enough, having taken her cue, Kennel had crawled between his legs to venerate his big, weighty balls. Each of his nuts was nearly as big as a grapefruit, and they were exceedingly productive. Darned if she knew if all zebras were like him, or if he was an exception, but a typical load from him was nearly three times bigger than any pony’s she’d ever seen.

As she shifted her attention up to his face, seeing him peering down at her, she reached the head of his shaft and gave it a small kiss. “When will you sire an heir with one of us, Master?”

“In time,” he intoned, “if you’re worthy.”

Getting her hooves under herself, Leech slowly stood. “Then if it pleases you, Master, let us prove ourselves…”

Looking over to Kennel, she gave a nod, stepped over his waist, seated herself by his hip and slid forward. As she pressed her snatch to the trunk of his shaft, she shivered. Simply feeling his warmth and seeing just how huge his tool was was enough to get her off, but she had to focus. Locking eyes with her friend, splaying her legs, she hoped the pegasus would understand what she was planning.

Fortunately for the both of them, Kennel figured out what she was scheming. Resting her legs atop Leech’s, she shuffled closer to him and ground her cunt to the base of his cock. Having sandwiched his length between their marehoods, the duo leaned back, supported themselves on their forelegs, and gradually raised their waists to caress his shaft with their plump, juicy nethers.

Taking the lead, Leech bucked her hips and gave a soft whimper; Kennel quickly followed suit, moaning and gliding her snatch over his shaft. While he could only fuck one of them at a time, using him in such a salacious way provided two very compelling points. For starters, there wasn’t a stallion on the planet who wouldn’t be pleased to see a pair of mares rubbing themselves on him - secondly and more prudently, the sensation was far better than getting off with a hoof.

Leech rolled her head back and closed her eyes, fixating on the pleasure radiating from her groin. The soft skin around the steely core of his cock, the aroma of sex, feeling the veins along his shaft, and his warmth set her nerves alight and fogged her mind. He was a gestalt, more than the sum of all his wondrous parts, and she wanted - no, needed to pledge herself to him.

While she rhythmically slid her winking marehood up and down his member, her thoughts wandered. Just two months ago, she would have never thought she’d wind up devoting herself to a single creature, let alone one she’d only just met, but things had changed. Somehow, be it from fate or sheer dumb luck, she’d found Okuta, quite possibly the only stallion on the face of Equestria who could make her want to give up a life of being a free spirit.

“M…master,” she muttered, turning her head to peer over at him, “might I - Aaaahn - make a request?”

Bucking his hips and driving the duo upward, causing them each to moan, he huffed. “Making a great many requests today ~ aren’t we?”

“Collars,” she quickly stated. “W…we should have collars.”

“You know, I had been thinking about that,” he smoothly replied, steadily thrusting his slickening shaft between them, “but that can wait - for the time being, please your lord.”

“Yes, Sir,” the mares responded in unison, redoubling their efforts.

Gliding their clits over his medial ring, getting as much or more enjoyment out of the exchange than he was, they gradually increased their speed. Their whimpers filled the air, the bed creaked beneath them, and they alternated their movements, as they did what they could to get him off. Though there was only a remote chance that he’d actually climax, that wasn’t important - what was important was giving him a show.

An important part of sex, besides simply feeling good, was the showmanship - at least she’d always considered it important. Physical pleasure was all well and good, but touch was only one ingredient in the erotic recipe. Sight, smell, hearing, and taste were just as significant as tactile input, and the best sensual moments incorporated all the senses.

“So big,” Kennel reverently muttered, reaching down and tweaking her teats with the tips of her wings. 

Leech enthusiastically nodded, gnawing her lip. “So much better than a pony…”

“In what way?” he rumbled.

“Every way,” she responded, arching her back and bringing her cunt to just beneath his blunt cock-head. “Pony stallions could never compare to you.”

Grinning from ear to ear, he leaned in. “So you’d swear off pony stallions forever?”

“Y…yeah,” the pegasus croaked, frantically masturbating on his dick.

Only marginally more composed than her friend, Leech shakily nodded. “Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t go back.”

“And you’d swear yourself to me and only to me?” he pressed. “Serving my desires and pleasuring only those who I command you to?”

The unicorn shuddered, as a mental picture struck her out of the blue. Serving him and those he commanded her to? What if he had equally impressive Zebrican friends or brothers? Would she end up being passed around and used like a sex toy between a number of big, striped studs? Hearing him grunt, she frantically nodded again. 

“Yes, of c…course,” she sputtered, “I - we live to serve.”

Growing closer and closer to the edge, lost to arousingly dreadful fantasies of being objectified by a group of zebras, she failed to take note of just how quickly Kennel had reached her limit. A delighted wail and spray of nectar across her abdomen ripped her from her happy thoughts and brought a scowl to her face. Peering over at the trembling, squirting pegasus, watching the mare feverishly pawing at her snatch while mewling uncontrollably, she scrunched her snout.

“Don’t be upset,” Okuta intoned, reaching out to caress her thigh. “I may be harsh, but I make sure my harem isn’t left wanting.”

“You know,” Leech cooed, withdrawing her hind legs and getting her hooves under herself, “she might just be able to help you more than you think.”

He paused and studied her for a minute, as she sidled over to straddle him. “And how would she do that?”

Glancing over at the then still pegasus, she motioned to the pendant around the mare’s neck. “She has certain abilities that could convince ponies to do things. I’ve heard Zebrican alchemists are known for their potions, but she can produce pheromones that are insane.”

“Really now ~” he breathed, glancing from her face to her dripping marehood, “how could that help me?”

“When you break her - us,” Leech giggled, leaning in and kissing her way up his chest and to his neck, “you’ll be able to get new playthings.”

As she locked eyes with him, he unflinchingly held her gaze. “And what do you have to gain from this? You’re willing to sell out your friend, bring others into my harem, and fling yourself at me without a care in the world ~ all for what?”

“Because,” she sighed, bringing her muzzle to his ear, “even the biggest, strongest, most virile stallions have a favorite…”

Gently biting his ear, she lowered her waist and blindly pressed her snatch to the tip of his length. Though she may have come off as cool, collected, and staggeringly servile, she was making one of the larger calculated gambles of her life. If, and that was a darn big if, things worked out in her favor, she may find herself as the lead bitch of a potentially growing pack - if not, well, she might simply wind up with more competition to steal his affection from her.

Slowly exhaling and bearing down, she gradually impaled herself on his girthy shaft. Holy crap - even though they’d fucked more times than she could count, she almost constantly felt virginal when he filled her. Sliding down his length, her depths flexing around him, she came to a stop when his thick medial ring pressed to her entrance. It wasn’t that she couldn’t finish the job - she just needed a little extra flourish to hammer her gambit home.

With a triumphant wiggle of her hips, squeezing him for all her worth, she looked him dead in the eye and threw all her weight downward. “And because I will be your favorite…”

As he sat motionless, his lips curling over his teeth. The tension rose in the silence, only punctuated by the sound of Kennel breathing heavily, before he bucked his hips and drove her entire body upward. She winced, the bombardment of pleasure almost sundering her composure, but she endured - disastrously, it didn’t stay that way for long. Withdrawing a portion of his length, he gave her a second, even harder thrust.

“Stupid mare,” he laughed, ruthlessly plowing into her, “even if you were to win my favor, you’d have no more to gain from that than being the preferred toy of a dog - all it means is I’ll wear you out and discard you quicker.”

Though she’d had every intention to ride and swear herself to him, doing all the work herself, he upended her plan in a heartbeat. There was no warmup, no steady escalation - he merely went from resting still to railing her like a machine. As her eyes rolled back, she pressed her forehooves to his chest and pushed herself up.

“Absolutely adorable,” he mockingly chided, looking down her body and to her snatch. “I appreciate your tenacity, but you are nothing to me - no more dear than a convenient plaything to serve me.”

Strands of saliva hung from her chin, her thighs trembled, and her marehood winked uncontrollably, while she held herself steady. It would have been impossible for her to match his breakneck pace, especially given how abruptly he’d taken to screwing her, but she wasn’t about to surrender just yet. Constricting herself around his pistoning length, she falteringly peered at his face.

Without slowing in the slightest, he reached up and stroked her cheek. “Perhaps I will get a collar for you, though that would make you my pet. You could entertain me or any company I deem fit.”

The concept of being viewed as less than a pony was wrong on so many levels, demeaning beyond belief, yet it struck a chord within her. If all her needs were tended to, given food, shelter, and more sex than she could imagine, would it really be that bad to reduced to something akin to a domestic animal? Conflicting emotions raged within her, backlit by the promise of unbelievable pleasure, while he leaned forward.

“But I would refuse to get you fixed - no, if or when you end up with my foal in you, you’ll advance from pet to my broodmare bitch,” he hissed.

Wild flashes of herself heavily pregnant, her enlarged breasts swollen with milk, were her undoing. She’d never really spoken of it to anypony, but the idea of being knocked up was one of the more common mental images she used to get off to. Draping herself on him, squirting and wailing in unfettered bliss, she smeared his striated pelt with her drool.

Undeterred, increasing the speed and force of his bucking hips, he slipped his muzzle to her ear. “How honest you are. Maybe you’d enjoy it more if I invited some friends over to use you for a night and a day, taking turns and filling you with every drop of their seed - after that, I’m sure you’d be carrying a little striped bastard.”

Her jaw clenched, her heart beat so hard that it threatened to leap out of her chest, and the cascade of her marish nectar washed over his legs and the sheets beneath them, as she was wracked with a climax that defied explanation. She’d had every sort of orgasm imaginable, ranging from the small and unsatisfying to those that robbed her of the ability to walk, yet this was different - this resonated within every fiber of her being. As impossible as it may have seemed, he’d found her weakness, an achilles heel she didn’t know she had, and his words cut deep.

“Yesh,” she slurred, throwing herself back into a seated position. “Make me your broodmare!”

“Not mine,” he corrected, pummeling her womb, “ours. You will belong to my kind from this moment onward, and you will unquestioningly obey our requests, no matter what they are.”

Flying into a frenzy, driven by a primal longing like she’d never known, she was somehow able to not only match his pace but outstrip it. Fragments of who she was chipped away, revealing the pony - no, creature she would become. If she was going to receive everything she truly needed, she would gladly forsake the pathetic vestiges of humility she’d been clinging to.

Aftershocks of rapture struck her, momentarily dulling her motions and raising the pitch of her mewling, yet she doggedly rode him with everything she had - that was until he ground to a halt. As she continued to screw herself on him, seeing him turn and look to the side, a panic struck her. She was his favorite! What had she possibly done to deserve his ire?

“Get off and present yourself on the floor,” he grunted, shifting to the side.

No sooner had the words passed his lips than she unsheathed herself, took an unsteady step, and fell off the mattress. She didn’t need to know why he’d given her such an unexpected command, nor did she particularly care - her only concern was earning his approval and his virile essence. Ignoring her sore jaw and weakened limbs, keeping her chest pressed to the floor, she did as he’d asked.

“If your going to be my bitch, I’m going to fuck you like a bitch,” he snarled, stepping down from the bed and stepping over to his dresser.

Seeing him retrieve a sash, her pulse quickened. It wasn’t until he trotted over and unceremoniously mounted her, slipping the length of fabric around her neck, that she realized his design. He’d meant what he’d said - she was no longer a mare to give him comfort, she was little more than a dog.

“Now then,” he growled, pulling on the cloth and choking her of air, “speak.”

Her eyes bulged, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she gave a choked gag, as he savagely set to rutting her. Had her hind legs not been locked in place, keeping her upright, she would have collapsed in an instant - fortunately, that wasn’t the case. Starved of oxygen, crumbling under the ceaseless barrage of pleasure and torment, she was stricken with one climax after another.

On and on he went, expertly giving her the occasional sip of air while jackhammering into her, without the slightest care in the world - then again, why would he care. Her use, her place, was to entertain him and to do what she was told - nothing more, nothing less. If he wished to abuse her, she’d endure it. Should he command her to prostrate herself or put on a show, she wouldn’t hesitate to do so. She was his and his alone, and she was thankful to have such a powerful, stern Master.

With his stallionhood beginning to flare, pushing her canal to the limits of what it could endure, he loosened the sash. “Do you want some puppies, Bitch.”

“A…Arf!” she croaked, delirious with ecstasy.

Giving an unstoppable plunge, pleased with her reply, he fully hilted his throbbing length into her, sank into her eager womb, and leaned in to fiercely bite her shoulder. She was no stranger to the heady cocktail of pain and pleasure, yet the enormity of the moment broke some fundamental part of her. As his thick cum surged into her, rounding her abdomen and permeating her with its heat, the waking world fled from her.

The dreamless void which greeted her was nothing short of a glorious dream. She’d spent her whole life looking for her purpose, trying in vain to find where she belonged, and she’d finally attained what she’d so desperately desired. All the worldly fears she’d ever had were gone, stripped away, now that Okuta had claimed her. No more worrying about shelter, bills, food, or any of the innumerable inconveniences in life - her only concern was pleasing her Master.

While she was unsure how long she’d been passed out, a hoof on her shoulder rocked her awake. Groggily peering up, seeing the towering stud looming over her, she languidly watched as he stepped over her head and brought his semi-rigid, cum-slick stallionhood toward her snout. He had no need to ask for what he wanted, making his intentions obvious, so she drifted toward him, opened her maw, and began licking his cock clean.

“Good girl,” he warmly hummed. “This afternoon, once you’ve cleaned up this mess, we’ll go out and fetch you a proper collar, leash, and maybe a few other goodies - on one condition.”

Shuffling back from under him, she rocked into a seated position and kept her eyes lowered to the ground. Moments before opening her mouth to speak, she caught herself and clamped a hoof to her muzzle. It would take time and no small amount of mindfulness to retrain how she carried herself, but the elation of her newfound role gave her hope. Swinging her tail back and forth, staying silent, she expectantly peeked up at him. His smile was more than rewarding, evoking a profound euphoria.

“When we are out of the house, you will wear your leash. You will only speak when it is absolutely required, when I command you to, or if I send you out to perform an errand ~ understood?” he inquired, more of a statement than a question.

“Woof!” she chirped, her voice horse and raspy.

Glancing back and seeing that Kennel still slumbered, he moved to the doorway and motioned for her to follow. “So, my faithful pet, you mentioned you two may have some friends?”

“I…” Leech began and paused, seeing him quirk an eye.

“You may speak,” he assured her, leading the way to his living room.

“Two friends of ours, yeah,” she noted, rubbing the sore band around her neck, “but they aren’t as - uh - loose as we are.”

Having reached the den, he shifted course and stepped over to the sofa. “That’s no problem whatsoever,” he remarked, dismissively waving a hoof. “Fetch me a drink and we’ll discuss these companions of yours. If what you say about Kennel’s powers is true, and if you know these two friends well, I’m sure that we will be able to compel them to join us ~ isn’t that right, pet?”

“Yes, Master,” she humbly responded, giving a deep bow before wheeling around and dashing into the kitchen.

A part of her almost felt bad for what she was about to do - almost, but that wasn’t going to stop her. With the promise of more affection from her Master, she’d gleefully do everything in her power to please him - moreover, her friends, once they’d sampled the delights he had to offer, would thank her for inviting them. As she poured him a glass of Boukha, her mind went alight on how she and Kennel could rope in a few newcomers…
> Kara
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

From the moment she stepped foot inside the home, Kara sensed that something was off - not because of the exotic decorations within the house, the strange incense which filled the air, or the fact that her friends, Kennel and Leech, were adorned black and white stripes respectively. The circumstances may have been rather peculiar, but that was to be expected with the perverted pegasus and lecherous unicorn - no, the real thing that set her nerves on edge was the hulking, extraordinarily well-built zebra who lingered just beyond the foyer. Glancing over at Fenris, her coltfriend, she scrunched her snout.

“Is something wrong?” Leech asked over her shoulder, sauntering over to the tall, striped stud.

“Just give us a second,” Fenris cheerfully noted, pulling his marefriend closer with a wing.

Kara lowered her head and kept her voice low, leaning in and bringing herself face to face with her lover. “I thought they said this was going to be a foursome - not an orgy…”

“Come on ~ what is there to worry about?” Fenris lightly snickered. “It’s not like we haven’t had fun with them before.”

“But what’s with that stallion? They didn’t mention anything about a zebra,” Kara grumbled, glancing over his wing at the stallion. “I’m all for having a good time, but I’m not sure about having an unexpected fifth -”

“Are you worried?” Okuta rumbled, cutting her off and stepping forward.

Kara reared back and rose to her full height and whipped to face the approaching stallion. “I’m sorry ~ who are you?”

“My apologies, I am Okuta,” the zebra announced, stopping and giving a subtle bow. “I’ve heard many good things about you and your coltfriend from my playthings.”

Leech and Kennel giggled like a pair of school fillies, flanking the stud and pressing themselves to his sides. It wasn’t unusual to see them acting strangely, considering they were both rather loose and experimental with amorous affairs, yet this felt different. Something about the way they clung to the stallion, how they’d been painted, and that they’d neglected to mention Okuta at all smacked of something wrong.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Fenris replied, trotting over to the banded stallion while amiably extending a wing. “I’m Fenris and this is Kara, my marefriend. We’re just a little confused that - well, that Kennel and Leech hadn’t spoken of you earlier.”

“They tend to be forgetful little things,” Okuta chuckled, lifting a forehoof to tussle Kennel’s mane. “I must confess, I’m a bit confused myself. I wouldn’t have thought that my mares would invite ponies with predispositions to my home.”

“Excuse me?!” Kara barked, stomping a hoof and storming over. “I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but what the hell do you mean by predispositions?”

The zebra held his ground, solemnly looked to Kennel and Leech, then gave a small nod, before turning his attention to the irate mare before him. “Predispositions,” he repeated, his deep voice cutting through the air. “I’m fully aware that many of your kind consider us unwanted or, in some cases, inferior to yourselves. My mares assured me that you two would be more welcoming but, alas, that doesn’t seem to be the case.”

Fenris knit his brow, his lip twitching and threatening to curl. “Well we’re neither of those, so you can take that assumption about us and shove it up your ass.”

“Hah!” Okuta boomed, reaching out and slapping the pegasus’ shoulder. “So it’s the third concern then - warranted, given the circumstances, but only marginally less unfortunate.”

Shaking her head, seconds from giving the big bastard a piece of her mind, Kara coughed and cleared her throat. It may have been her imagination, but the incense seemed to be even stronger and thicker as she’d moved away from the front door - the front door which, looking back, she didn’t remember closing. As she glanced over at her coltfriend, seeing him rubbing his eyes, she gave an annoyed snort.

“What third concern?” she pressed, irritated but curious nonetheless.

The zebra turned in place, keeping his eyes trained on his guests, and brazenly cocked a hind leg to display his loins. “That I’d outperform your coltfriend and drive a wedge between you two…”

“Might be kind of hard,” Leech tittered, levitating a pair of teacups over to the pair of stunned ponies. “Fenris is pretty impressive…” She flinched, smiling over at Okuta. “But he’s nothing compared to you, Master!”

Trotting behind her friend and tapping the jeweled choker at her neck, Kennel fanned an ornate display of wildly colorful flowers. “Master is so incredible in bed. I don’t think I could ever go back to any ordinary stallion after being with him.”

“Mares, please control yourselves,” Okuta softly tutted, remaining motionless while his stallionhood swelled and twitched in tune with his heart. “You must forgive them, though their flattery isn’t unjust.”

“I…I don’t…” Kara waveringly began, mindlessly extending a foreleg to accept the tea. “M-Master…?”

Only eventually realizing what she was doing, she stopped herself, lowered her leg, and listed heavily to one side. As she bumped into Fenris, nearly setting him off balance, she looked to his face and froze. She’d fully expected to see him angry, furious with the insinuation that some stranger could show her a better time than himself, but that wasn’t the case. Staring at the zebra’s immense endowment, her coltfriend swallowed hard and licked his lips.

Through sheer force of will alone, she stood tall, turned to face her arrogant, immodest host, and spit on the floor. “Not like it’s any of your fucking business, but nopony could ever come close to how amazing Fenris is in b…bed.”

“Nopony yet,” Okuta corrected, gradually lowering his leg and concealing his imposing, obsidian length and ripe, pendulous nuts from view. “I will say, he does look quite impressive, though still nothing compared to me.” He eyes Fenris up and down, smirking. “Though he’d make a good slut…~”

Kara stood firm, gritting her teeth. “I…I…”

Though Kara didn’t consciously budge, she lowered her head to get one final look at the zebra’s goods. Stars above - were all zebras hung like that? While she’d heard rumors and whispers about how capable the exotic equines were with carnal matters, she would have never guessed she’d have an opportunity to fool around with one. Growing and rubbing her temple, trying in vain to dislodge several scandalous thoughts from her mind, she was caught by surprise when the titan inched toward her.

“My mares have told me that you and your coltfriend are rather worldly - going off on adventures and the sort,” Okuta continued, looming over the couple. “Considering how intrepid you are, not to mention your unshakable devotion to one another, perhaps we can put that courage of yours to the test?”

“H…how?” Kara stammered, catching the first whiff of his heady scent.

With a smile splitting his muzzle, the zebra languidly wheeled around and motioned for his guests to follow. “It’s quite simple and I have no doubt that the both of you will enjoy yourselves immeasurably. I’ll play with you,” he chuckled, glancing back and winking at her, “while my playthings entertain your coltfriend.”

The aroma from Kennel’s flowers flooded their sinuses, and it felt as if their minds were layered in a fog, yet Kara and Fenris couldn’t rationalize to question it. The couple thoughtlessly followed the giant stallion down a short hallway and into a large bedroom of sorts. As soon as they got a look at the chamber, watching their host step up and onto an oversized bed, they realized he’d fully planned for a sensual group event. Lit by candles, and littered with vividly colored flower petals of varying shapes and sizes, the expansive mattress on which the stud stood was festooned with pillows.

Without waiting for their friends’ reply, Leech and Kennel, who’d apparently been trailing them through the home, squeezed into the room, saw themselves onto the bed, and began fawning over their massive mate. As Okuta eased himself down, rolling to his side, the duo sweetly sighed while shamelessly nuzzling and lapping at his goods. It wasn’t the first time Kara or Fenris had seen such a thing before, being intimately familiar with how lustful their companions could be, yet they observed the spectacle in open awe.

“So how about it?” Okuta hummed, utterly indifferent to the worship being lavished upon him. “Would you two like to join us?”

Though Kara’s instinct was to agree without question, she growled and clamped her eyes shut - that was before the sound of hooves on hardwood sundered her concentration. Peeking over, seeing Fenris drifting toward the bed, she reflexively stepped back. “Fen!”

Her coltfriend paused for a fleeting second, peeking over at her with an uneasy smile. “Like he could ever rock your world the way I do - besides, I wouldn’t mind showing Leech and Kennel a good time.”

He wasn’t wrong in the slightest. They’d been a couple for well over a year, and had known one another for several months prior to that, yet they’d never exactly been monogamous. Sharing their bed with a mutually agreed upon third or fourth, including both Kennel and Leech on a number of occasions, was relatively common, and they’d each had a fair number of solo flings in the past, so she struggled to find a reason not to fling herself onto the mattress for a bit of fun. Taking a small step forward, seeing her companions tittering and guiding her lover to one side of the mattress, she licked her lips.

“Is that a yes?” Okuta mused, steadily getting to his hooves and invitingly slapping his turgid cock against his underbelly. “Or would you rather forego any involvement and wonder what you’ve missed.”

“Fuck you,” Kara hissed, jumping onto the bed. “The sooner you finish, the sooner you can watch my coltfriend show you how to really make love to a mare.”

As she leaned forward and pressed her chest to the mattress, bracing her legs and flicking her tail out to one side, the zebra moved behind her, eyed her winking, slavering marehood, and snickered to himself. “I’m sure you’re right - in fact, once your beloved has finished with my concubines, I’ll give you two my undivided attention.”

Glaring back at him, she took a wide stance. “Just get this over with so I can show you how a real stallion does it.”

Without losing his cocky grin, staying totally silent, he straightened up, reared onto his hind legs, and mounted her. As his weight settled on her, she stifled a grunt. There was no way in Tartarus she was going to give him an ounce of gratification - not with how conceited and off-puttingly easygoing as he was. Defiantly throwing her hips back, doing her darnedest to show him who was really in charge of the situation, she shivered when her marehood bumped against what felt like a hoof.

Pushing herself up and glancing down her chest, past her modest teats, she went rigid. Though she’d seen his equipment from afar, understanding that he was on the larger side, having the immense appendage pressed to her entrance gave her a rare moment of hesitation. Casting aside the trace of fear which shot through her, she steeled herself and braced her hind legs.

“Here we go,” he sighed, ramming his hips forward.

In the span of less than a heartbeat, her depths went from unfilled to stretched to their utmost limit. The intrusion was so sudden and merciless that she had no time to react, merely giving a startled gasp as his broad cock-head slammed against her cervix; as unexpected as his plunge was, unprepared for the shock, she recovered quickly. Shudderingly lowering her chest, she glowered back at him and forced a smirk.

“Is t…that all?” she coldly asked, unable to keep a quaver from her voice.

Okuta met her stare with unshaken resolve, as he slowly withdrew a fraction of his shaft. “I’m quite impressed - then again, I shouldn’t be surprised,” he coolly noted, giving a halfhearted thrust. Lifting his gaze and smiling all the broader, he nodded to the far side of the mattress. “Seems as though your coltfriend is enjoying the show…”

Kara turned, fully anticipating either Leech or Kennel to be blowing or fucking themselves on Fenris, but what she found was all the more disconcerting. Propped up on a particularly large pillow, pinned on his back, the pair of impish mares teased her mate relentlessly. It wasn’t all that surprising that the devilish duo caressed his sides and kissed his neck, whispering sweet nothings into his ears, but they’d left his throbbing stallionhood untouched.

Reaching behind the cushion propping her stallion up, Leech retrieved a slender, vaguely phallic toy, briefly coated it in her saliva, and guided it to Fenris’ twitching pucker. “Wouldn’t want you to waste your load before your little marefriend shows our Master who’s boss ~ would we?”

Under ordinary circumstances, Fenris would have been an absolute beast, doing his best to please both mares at the same time, yet that was anything but the case. As he panted and drooled over his chest, eyes glazed over as he breathed in the fragrance of a flower Kennel held to his muzzle, he never looked away from his lover. Only the slightest whimper escaped him, while the toy slipped into his backside and ground against his p-spot.

It was only then, seeing him in the bizarre, enthralled state, that Kara got the vaguest sense of what was happening. While she couldn’t put her hoof directly on what was happening, she realized that she and her coltfriend had fallen into some sort of trap. Be it from a hypnotic spell, some sort of aphrodisiac, or possibly some combination of the two, they were being manipulated by some unseen force - sadly, as Okuta draped himself over her and blew hotly into her ear, her mental focus was shattered.

Increasing his pace ever so slightly, slapping his nuts against her engorged clit, the massive stallion sent bolts of pleasure coursing through her. “Who do you think will cum first ~ you or your little coltfriend?”

“N…neither,” she sputtered, her words laying in stark contrast to her welling bliss.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Okuta murmured, pushing himself up and grabbing her dock.

Angling his thrusts to grind his thick, fleshy medial ring against her g-spot, he smacked her toned behind and pounded into her. It would have been difficult enough to maintain her composure while being split open by somepony so insanely huge, yet his technique was beyond reproach. Clamping her eyes shut, trying and failing to ignore just how incredible she felt, the sound of shifting fabric caught her ear.

“Isn’t he amazing?” Leech breathed, twisting to face her. “This is what mares like us were made for - to serve a god of virility like him.”

Baring her teeth, Kara scowled over at the slatternly unicorn. “Shut up.”

Undeterred, bringing one of the unusual blossoms closer, Leech sighed and rolled her eyes. “Just wait until he really gets going. You can feel it, your womb shifting and readying itself for his divine seed, preparing you to be a mother ~ can’t you?”

Kara shuddered and breathed in yet more of the intoxicating bouquet, inching closer and closer to her limit - nevertheless, purely out of fight, she battled against the onslaught of bliss. She could and likely should have put things to an end right then and there, bucking the impudent bastard off and leaving, yet she found it increasingly difficult to think, much less move. A war between her primal id and her higher self was waging in her mind - a war she was losing with each plunge of the zebra’s gargantuan length.

With each motion of his powerful hips, he chipped away at her resolve. In all her life, never had she experienced something so intense, so astoundingly phenomenal, but she wasn’t about to cave to her impulses - not yet. Throwing her ass back, she rebelliously met his thrusts with the tenacity which had seen her through far more dire circumstances. Okuta may have been big and skilled, but he was a stallion like any other.

Meeting her zeal with vehemence of his own, eclipsing her efforts without any effort whatsoever, he drove her face into the mattress. “That’s right, make me work for it.”

She tried to bark at him, to knock a hole in the pride, yet all she could manage was a guttural groan. Her eyelids fluttered, her depths convulsed, and a tremor crept into her thighs, as she was pushed to the very limits of what she could endure. As unthinkable as it was, having bested monsters and ponies alike on her journeys across Equestria, she was about to be outdone by a striped scoundrel she’d only just met - or so she thought.

Seconds from crossing the threshold, the telltale signs of an impending orgasm radiating from deep in her abdomen, he stopped. A part of her was immeasurably relieved, yet a deeper, far more insidious portion of herself flew into a panic. She was so close, so very close to what would have been a spectacular climax, that her heart skipped a beat.

“I guess that settles it,” Okuta grumbled, lazily hauling his shaft from her snug confines. “You truly are an indomitable creature, so I concede.”

“I…wha…why’d you stop?” she pleaded without thinking.

The zebra cocked a brow and peered down at her. “Would you like me to continue? I hardly think it’s fair, given how resolute you are, but it’s your choice…”

Glancing over at Fenris, seeing his hips twitch and stallionhood weeping pre-cum, Kara was stricken with a terrifying mixture of pity, shame, and dread. She adored every moment she spent with him, and he was certainly superior to a vast majority of pony stallions in bed, yet to say he’d ever brought her to the brink so quickly without magic would be an outright lie. There was no doubt in her mind that whatever was affecting her, either sorcery or some alchemical factor in the air, had hindered her otherwise formidable endurance and willpower - still, the consolation did little to comfort her. Averting her gaze, wracked with indecision, she shook her head.

“Perhaps I have a solution,” Okuta thoughtfully remarked. “Considering how much your coltfriend seems to be enjoying himself, maybe we should let him take a more active role. Kara, push yourself up for me.”

She didn’t hesitate, planting her forehooves and rising from the mattress. It only took her a second to comprehend what he’d planned, as Leech and Kennel turned Fenris and carefully slid him under her. With his face just beneath her groin, given a perfect view of her stuffed, quivering entrance, she gazed down at his groin.

Dipping her head and opening her mouth, fully intent to suck him off, she was stopped by a pair of hooves pressed to her cheeks. The stud’s duo of concubines, having shifted Fenris into position, turned their attention to her. As they brought their snouts to her ears, stroking her mane and rubbing her shoulders, they unabashedly pawed at their nethers.

“It would be a shame for you to spoil him,” Kennel sweetly whispered.

Leech nodded and gently nibbled the mare’s ear. “He’ll have his turn soon enough, be patient…”

“I…I was - Mmmmph,” Kara whimpered, as Okuta began railing her once again.

Fearful to look back at him, scared of what haughty expression his adonic face may hold, she peered down at her mate’s endowment. Though she’d never admit it to anypony, she couldn’t help but lament that he wasn’t a bit bigger than he was - sure he was a capable lover, larger than most ponies by any standard, yet his endowment was a mere fraction of what was rearranging her insides. While she’d once viewed him as a pinnacle of masculinity, placing him on a pedestal, his standing in her eyes was left in doubt.

As if sensing her thoughts, the stud’s proud laughter cut her to the quick. “So how do I compare to your coltfriend?”

She didn’t answer - couldn’t answer; the only thing she could manage was to incoherently mewl while peering down at Fenris’ package. Her motions faltered, allowing him to take full control, as she was rocked forward and back by the zebra’s thrusts. She was so lost to the moment, relishing the fullness of his cock, that she nearly forgot to answer him.

“Well?” he continued, his hips slowing.

“Y…you’re pretty good,” she anxiously replied, keeping her voice low.

Giving her a particularly fierce plunge, threatening to breach her inner gate, he snorted. “That’s not an answer. Speak up, I’m sure Fenris will want to hear you.”

Feeling her mouth go dry, she gulped. “You’re good…”

“I asked how I compared to your coltfriend,” he noted, fucking her harder and faster than ever. “Unless you want me to stop, maybe you should answer me.”

She was never scared to deal with anypony, yet his question gave her a moment for pause. He was better than Fenris in virtually every way, larger, more domineering, and with a stallionhood gifted from the gods themselves, yet she wouldn’t - no, couldn’t say it. Sensing him withdraw, she reflexively fought his retreat.

“Better,” she muttered, seeing Fenris’ dick spasm.

“Louder,” Okuta insisted, leaving just the tip of his length within her.

With her sanity fraying, teetering on the brink, her desperation got the better of her. “I s…said you’re better!”

Her confession was promptly rewarded, as the stud atop her went absolutely wild. Using every bit of strength he had, plowing her like a verdant field in spring. She’d begrudgingly developed a fondness for his ministrations until that moment, but that changed in an instant. All the pleasure she’d felt, the bittersweet joy of being used, was gone in a flash - replaced by ecstasy she didn’t think possible.

The orgasm which struck her was like none other, as brutal as it was swift to wrack her, and nearly caused her to collapse - nearly. Locked in place, keeping her lower half upright, her hind legs doggedly held firm. It took everything she had not to howl out in bliss, refusing to let Fenris hear her rapturous cry, but she wasn’t the only one struggling.

With her eyes screwed closed, she felt something hot and wet splash against her neck and jaw. An ominous giggling drifted to her ears, followed by a pitiful whining sound, as she summoned the courage to see what had happened. To her disbelief, without so much as having his stallionhood touched, her beloved coltfriend had cum.

The only stimulation he’d had, aside from the show, was the dildo being steadily pumped in and out of his deliciously toned rump. She’d only ever made him climax from anal alone on one occasion, and that had been with the help of a strap-on and nearly an hour of edging him! As mystifying as it was, having only taken a few minutes, Leech and Kennel had made him peak with next to no effort.

Her jaw flapped uselessly, strings of her saliva mingling with his spunk, as she stared down at his spasming, softening length. How - how could this have happened? Whatever was effecting them must have been stronger than she’d first thought, that or Fenris harbored some penchant for abuse - whatever the case, she could hardly believe her eyes. As disquieting as the development was, still grappling with the seemingly unending influx of raw bliss, she was rocked by a subconscious thought. For whatever reason, she wasn’t upset, she wasn’t angry, and she wasn’t saddened - she was more turned on than ever.

Skyrocketing toward a second climax, she succumbed to her repressed urges. As much as she cared for Fenris, his release was the nail in her coffin. She hated herself for it, but she fully understood that Okuta was just better than her coltfriend - heck, her lover hadn’t even lasted long enough to rut her! Though she wasn’t fully aware of it, her subconscious embraced that the stallion claiming her, quite possibly destroying her chances of ever enjoying a lesser stallion, deserved to savor her.

Collecting herself, if only just, she rhythmically milked his pistoning shaft with what little strength she could muster. Pleased with her efforts, he continued to reforge her insides to suit his needs. Regardless of her exploits, ego, or her past experiences, her role was made manifest - he was a stud, she was a mare, and she should take joy from being bred by such a fine specimen.

Her second climax was followed by a third, and then a fourth and fifth, until her forelegs gave out. With her face pressed to Fenris’ equipment, smearing her cheek in his jizz, she lost herself. With her inhibitions a fleeting memory, on the cusp of blacking out, she felt it - the zebra’s flaring cock pummeling her cervix. Shakily peering back at him, seeing his chest heave, she knew full well what was about to happen.

Shooting forward, just as he forced his way into her womb, Okuta bit her collar and came. The sensation of his scalding seed pouring through his pulsing length, filling her completely, paired with the pain of his teeth sinking into her flesh was too much to bear. Giving voice to her rapture, screaming out in rapturous surrender, she peaked like she never had before.

She couldn’t say what happened after his climax, nor how long she’d been unconscious, but a euphoric haze greeted her when she finally opened her eyes. At some point or another, presumably after she’d fainted, the zebra had pulled out and rolled her to her side. As she lay atop the mattress, seeing Kennel and Leech licking his slickened length and weighty balls clean, a strange sensation caused her to start.

With his snout wedged between her thighs, Fenris lapped at her gaped, cum-filled marehood. She briefly wondered why he’d degrade himself in such a way, but then a sneaking suspicion dawned on her; if she’d come to realize just how extraordinary Okuta was, maybe her coltfriend had come to terms with the banded stud’s superiority as well. Lifting one leg to give him better access to her battered, tender nethers, she longingly glanced over to the stud who’d rocked her world.

“If you’re not convinced, we can go a second round,” Okuta purred, affectionately stroking his mares’ manes.

For the briefest instant, an image of her joining them danced through Kara’s mind, but she quickly dismissed it. While she’d been unprepared for him, blindsided by his size and technique, she wouldn’t suffer the same mistakes a second time. As exhausted as she was, a nervous smile crept across her face.

“If you’re up for it,” she rasped, unwilling to let victory slip from her hooves.
> Fenris
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“It was only a matter of time ~ wasn’t it?” Okuta mockingly spat, watching the mare feverishly fucking herself on his lap.

Rhythmically raising and lowering her waist, Kara groaned. “M…Mmmhmm.”

The words would have stunned nearly anypony, but not Fenris. With his snout crammed to his marefriend’s entrance, licking the cocktail of the zebra’s cum and her nectar from Okuta’s stallionhood, he clenched his pucker around the toy buried in his ass and dribbled pre-cum to the bed sheet beneath himself. What he’d initially thought would be a fun night with his lover and friends had been transformative, changing his life forever.

The last month has been as hellishly depraved, and things showed no signs of stopping. A single visit to the zebra’s den had marked a turning point in his relationship - one he loathed and contemptuously loved in equal measure. Though he’d initially been displeased with the development, comprehending that he’d met his match for carnal affairs, he’d quickly learned that he wasn’t going to be abandoned.

Each time Kara, the mare he’d come to view as his soul mate, was ravished by the zebra, he’d been there. He’d watched her fall from the proud, strong willed mare she’d once been to a needy, cock-addled addict for the stud, bearing witness to her metamorphosis, and he’d willingly and somewhat excitedly accompanied her along the way. In spite of being a perfectly healthy, virile stallion, his function had gradually shifted.

Instead of taking joy from the amorous activities he’d held dear, screwing either his mate, Kennel, or Leech, during a sex party, he’d found himself reluctantly abstaining from anything that even bordered on typically masculine activities. More often than not, when he accompanied his marefriend on her increasingly regular visits to Okuta’s home, he was relegated to something of a fluffer for the striped stud and his little harem. Eating the mares out, before or after they were screwed into a coma, was commonplace, but even that had started to change.

“Do it, Master,” Kara bleated, shaking him from his thoughts. “Fill me up!”

The wild pulsing of Okuta’s length, meant one thing and one thing only - the mare was about to get her wish. Inches from the action, fondling and drawing his tongue up the zebra’s pair of clenching nuts, Fenris watched the stud’s shaft throb and fill his lover with thick, potent seed. There’d been a time when he wouldn’t have cared about such a sight, knowing that his performance was unrivaled, but that time had passed; now, watching her get bred, he felt something else entirely - a tinge of resentment.

As he shuffled back, dragging himself toward the foot of the bed, he watched the titanic stallionhood slip from Kara’s spasming cunt. Okuta’s cock flopped down to the bed, resting in a pool of the hot jizz gushing from his mate’s confines, issuing an unspoken signal for his concubines to descend. Like a pair of lascivious vultures, Kennel and Leech trotted forward, draped themselves over his thighs, and started lapping up every drop of their Master’s precious essence. Though it was debased, he wouldn’t have minded joining the duo - sadly, having been berated for such actions in the past, he refrained.

Moving to slink off the bed and relieve himself with one of the toys he’d brought, Fenris sighed. He didn’t speak of it often, but he’d always had a bit of a weakness for having his booty plundered - a weakness which had grown by leaps and bounds as of late. Though nothing was stopping him from getting his dick wet, there was something that just felt right about using something other than his endowment to get off.

Easing himself to the floor, he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard movement from behind him. It wasn’t uncommon for Okuta to go for several rounds in rapid success, having a stamina that far outstripped his own, so he’d fully expected to be serenaded by blissful moans and delighted howls, yet that wasn’t the case. As a strong hoof cupped his backside, he stifled a surprised yelp.

“What’s wrong, little one?” Okuta thoughtfully cooed, coming up behind him.

“N…nothing,” Fenris testily pouted, feeling his cheeks darken. “I s…said I’m fine!”

Dismissing the reply, caressing the smaller stallion’s shockingly plump flank, the zebra hummed to himself. “It doesn’t look like you’re fine - if anything, I’d say you look a bit upset.”

As the stud tapped at the plug in his backside, Fenris’ blush only grew. “N…no.”

“Could it be you’re…” Okuta trailed off, trotting up beside and bringing his snout to his ear, “jealous.”

Fenris went rigid, his plugged tush reflexively gripping the toy. Either the zebra was far more shrewd and observant than he’d initially assumed or the exotic stallion had made a darn good guess - either way, he was put on the spot. Attempting to turn away, vainly trying to hide his embarrassment, he found himself turned to face his towering host.

“Be honest,” Okuta pressed, grinning broadly down at him.

“Maybe a little,” he hesitantly admitted.

Trotting around to face him, the stud chuckled to himself. “And why is that? Would you rather I show you a bit of affection instead of one of my mares?”

His heart fluttered, he impulsively squeezed at the plug, and a drop of pre-cum oozed from his semi-rigid member, as he kept his mouth shut and eyes on the floor. He’d be lying if he hadn’t imagined what it would be like to be mounted and screwed senseless by the stallion, but that was just a fantasy. Okuta seemed to tolerate his presence at best, allowing him to watch or involve himself in the bedroom with relatively trivial affairs, and he felt reasonably certain that the zebra had no interest in stallions - not like he’d ever considered submitting to anypony before.

“I think I have my answer,” Okuta murmured, looking back and waving at the bed. “I’d like you fine fillies to prepare my bashful little mare here,” he continued, flashing his teeth. “I want her first time to be special…”

Scarcely believing what he was hearing, annoyed and puzzlingly thrilled by what he’d just heard, Fenris scowled. “I’m not a mare.”

“Not yet,” the titan snickered, leaning in and bringing his muzzle to within an inch of the lesser stallion’s snout, “but I’ll fix that - now then, off you go.”

Before Fenris could offer a scathing rebuttal, he was surrounded and ferried away by Kara, Kennel, and Leech. Darn Okuta - darn his sonorous voice, how imposingly huge he was, the way he tasted, the scent of his heady musk. Shaking the sinful thoughts from his head, effectively pinned between and guided by the trio of mares, he found himself in a chamber he’d rarely visited - the parlor.

Somewhat of a makeshift salon, a place for the mares to tidy themselves before or after serving their stud, the room had a number of feminine creature comforts. A small sofa sat to one side, while an expansive vanity festooned with makeup rested opposite. As he drew in the scenery, his companions and marefriend scattered and put themselves to work.

“Oh oh!” Leech chirped, pulling a number of gold bangles and small chains from a jewelry chest. “She’ll look so pretty in these!”

Kennel nodded, plucking a crystalline flacon from a bureau. “Can’t forget her perfume.”

Having retrieved a small urn from the dressing table, Kara sheepishly smiled. “I bet you’re excited ~ huh?”

Though he couldn’t deny the anxious anticipation of his pounding heart, Fenris had had enough. “Anypony care to explain what’s going on here? I am not a mare!” he testily repeated, stomping his foot for emphasis.

“Haven’t you thought about what it would be like to be one though?” Kennel purred, trotting over and dabbing some of the pungent, fruity fragrance on his neck.

“Feeling his weight on your back, his hot breath in your ear,” Leech added, shivering as she clipped a golden hoop to his ear. “And don’t get me started on how magical it is to feel him cumming inside you.”

Kara, bearing a sweet smile as she dipped a brush into the crock of what appeared to be black ink, was the only one respecting his personal space and remaining still. “Fen, let’s face it, we both know that you’ve been dreaming about this.”

“No!” he croaked.

Rolling her eyes, his marefriend somberly shook her head. “You say that, but your body is a lot more honest than your muzzle is…”

He opened his mouth to say something - anything, yet he hesitated. He didn’t have to look to tell he was fully erect and leaking pre like a broken faucet. Though he subconsciously milked the plug in his rump, teasing his p-spot and making his situation worse than it already was, he took no pride in his arousal. A proud stallion like him would never get-off to the idea of being dominated by a huge, burly, big-dicked…

“H…hey!” he squawked, recoiling as Kara brushed a black stripe over his cheek.

“Hold still,” she huffed, applying more of the midnight-black bands over his indigo coat. “You don’t want me to mess this up ~ do you?”

Waiting until she dipped the brush back in the ink, keeping his mouth shut, he shook his head. It was exceptionally rare for him to wear anything other than his trusty magical scarf, the very scarf wrapped around his neck, so having three mares pretty him up was a bit odd - exhilarating, but odd nonetheless. Only occasionally risking a glance back at himself, feeling a bit silly about all the attention, he drew a breath, held it for a moment, and slowly exhaled.

He’d seen Kara, Kennel, and Leech after such treatments before, typically only upon Okuta’s request, but he wouldn't have guessed he’d eventually be done up in such a scandalous fashion! As the trio moved away, finishing after applying just a touch of mascara, he turned to face the vanity’s mirror. Feeling a bit foolish by what his reflection would hold, his jaw nearly hit the floor when he got a look at himself.

The gold ear rings, choker, and bangles, the dark stripes painted over his body, and the makeup which had been expertly applied to his face was stunning, heightening his femininity by an order of magnitude. He’d always been relatively comely compared to most stallions, having been complemented by peers and strangers alike on his shapely tush, slender waist, and soft curves, yet it wasn’t until that moment that he fully appreciated his figure. As he unhurriedly turned, admiring how either Kennel or Leech had tied his tail up to leave his admittedly succulent backside exposed, he fought back a smile.

“One last thing,” Kara remarked, presenting a cup of steaming tea. “Drink this.”

Fenris took the small mug and peered into its murky contents, cocking his head. “What is it?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Leech replied.

Carrying a bottle of lube under one wing, Kennel held a hoof to her muzzle. “Just trust us and drink it ~ you’ll be thankful that you did…”

Glancing up at Kara, seeing her nod in silent agreement, he lifted the cup to his lips and sipped a mouthful of the mysterious drink. Between his friends and his lover, he wasn’t too concerned about what the brew was - actually he was a bit thankful for it. Considering how fantastic he looked, and that he trusted them implicitly, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that they’d do anything to harm him.

As he swallowed down the last mouthful of the beverage, moving to set the mug down on the bureau, a warmness radiated through him. He’d initially thought the heat was simply because the tea had been quite hot, but that proved to be anything but the case. By the time he reached his destination, having only taken a hoofful of steps, he almost felt feverish.

Leaning against the vanity, steadying himself, he struggled to think clearly. It was like he’d gone from stone-sober to tipsy over the span of mere seconds, yet there was something amiss. He somehow felt more relaxed and tense than usual, his inhibitions were dulled, and confusion he’d felt moments before had simply vanished, while a euphoric glee permeated his thoughts - thoughts that began to revolve around a particular stallion waiting for him.

Taking him by the forehoof leading him to the door, Kara shot him a wink. She didn’t say a word, nor did Leech or Kennel, as he was let out of the room, down the hallway, and to Okuta’s chamber. Following along beside his marefriend, with his companions at his back, his only concern, wasn’t that he’d been stripped of his masculinity, that his relationship with his love had taken a bizarre turn, or that three of the ponies he trusted had become enamored with a particularly imperious zebra - no, he was worried if the stud was pleased with how he looked.

Trotting to and into the stud’s room, he spotted Okuta reclined on the bed. As massive and powerful as ever, looking over with a casual indifference that spoke to the stallion’s authority, the zebra nonchalantly stroked his length and chuckled to himself. To say he was a bit intimidated would be an understatement, yet his trepidation was drowned out by his eagerness for what was to come.

“Come over here and show yourself off,” Okuta softly intoned, remaining all but motionless.

Without hesitation, Fenris obeyed the stallion’s command. Moving to the center of the floor, ensuring the stud could see him well, he lazily turned in place and displayed himself. Though he’d seen various mares parade themselves before, both inside and out of the bedroom, the motions came naturally to him - almost as though he’d known them all along. Only stopping when an approving grunt caught his ear, uncaring that Kara, Kennel, and Leech all lingered just inside the room, he cast his eyes to the floor.

Okuta rolled to his side and off the bed, his eyes never leaving the femcolt. “Impressive - very impressive. Were we back in Zebrica, you’d have stallions fighting for your attention ~ do you know that?”

Fenris wasn’t sure if the stallion’s words were truthful or not - whatever the case, the flattery made him downright giddy. “Thanks…”

“How about you come over here and lay down,” Okuta rumbled, his voice low and firm. The little pegasus complied, moving to the bed before climbing atop the sheets, but he was stopped before he could lower himself. “On your back, please - yes, there you go.”

Shifting his weight and turning onto his back, pinning his wings beneath himself, Fenris stared down his chest. He had little doubt about what was going to happen, but he’d had no way of knowing he’d be expected to face the stud! Feeling his mouth go dry, watching Okuta rear back and place a forehoof to either side of his head, he both saw and felt the zebra’s colossal stallionhood come to rest against his twitching dick.

Rocking his hips forward and back, Okuta ground his length against the pony’s smaller endowment. “How does it make you feel?”

“S…small,” Fenris breathed, his voice nearly hitching in his throat.

“Do you know why you’re like this?” the zebra hummed, continuing to gently glide his shaft over the pegasus’ groin. “Because this is where you belong. You’re so small, so weak; it’s actually insulting to think that ponies would consider both of us stallions.”

The truth, for that’s exactly what it was, struck Fenris like a gong. All these years, his entire life, he’d falsely assumed that he was a stallion, and a fine example of one at that, but he’d been wrong. Being in the presence of a true stud had shown him the error of his ways and cast a light upon the darkness of his ignorance. As he bit back a whimper, the zebra chuckled.

“This is where you belong,” Okuta quietly, almost lovingly stated. “This is why cute little mares like you roll on your back and spread your legs for me; it’s the natural order of things,” he added, balancing on one forehoof to grab a bottle of lube sitting within reach.

In his heart of hearts, Fenris knew it was true. It was a chilling thought, to comprehend a large part of his life had been a lie, but it brought an odd catharsis - like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Watching the stud step back and get into position, wincing as the plug was pulled from his backside, he licked his lips in nervous anticipation.

Kissing the head of his stallionhood to the femcolt’s entrance, his smile never wavering, Okuta looked up to the pony’s face. “Who am I?”

“My master,” Fenris responded.

The stud shifted slightly, exerting slightly more pressure to the pony’s slickened hole. “And what are you?”

“Y…your…” Fenris mumbled, feeling as though his heart may burst from his chest, “your mare…”

With all the speed and force of a glacier, wholly unstoppable, Okuta didn’t relent. “Good…”

Biting his lip, fearing he may be too small or too tight for such a gargantuan intrusion, Fenris squirmed in place. He didn’t know what he’d do if he was found wanting, an improper lover for the titan, and he shuddered to think what would happen if that was the case. As the seconds passed, his eagerness being eclipsed by alarm, it happened.

With an all but audible pop, Okuta’s cock forced its way into him. His eyes flew open, he gasped, and his pucker tensed around the battering ram-like head of the zebra’s shaft, as he was filled. The sensation was indescribable, intense beyond belief yet somehow rewarding, and it gave more weight to the stud’s words.

“Look at me,” Okuta instructed, drawing the pegasus’ eyes up to his. “I want to see your face while I claim you.”

Though Fenris tried to stay relaxed, knowing that to clench up would only make the process harder, it was a hopeless task. Inch after inch of thick, blisteringly hot shaft sank into his depths, drawing a groan from his lips. Between his excitement, the copious lube, his constant practice with sex-toys, and whatever was in the tea he’d been served, he’d somehow managed the impossible, if only just. He could feel every vein along the zebra’s shaft, moaning as his tender p-spot was utterly crushed by the behemoth, while gazing into his Master’s piercing blue eyes.

Grinning from ear to ear, having buried what had to be half of his length, Okuta pulled back slightly, leaned in, and started thrusting in earnest. “How does it feel, my pretty little mare?”

“It feels amazing,” Fenris moaned, risking a glance down at himself.

It may have been his imagination, but he didn’t remember his endowment looking so small. While his stallionhood was still impressive - at least he assumed it was, it didn’t seem quite as imposing as it usually did. Peering down at his balls, wondering if the drink was somehow affecting more than just his thoughts, he turned his attention to his semi-rigid length.

His prick, though only partially erect, smeared pre-cum over his belly, yet that wasn’t what caused a lump to form in his throat. With each of the stud’s plunges, he could see the distinct imprint of Okuta’s godly endowment from within his abdomen. Unable to wrap his head around what he was seeing, without feeling the slightest bit of pain, he only looked back up when he heard his Master’s callous laugh.

“Look at you,” Okuta crooned, plunging deeper with every moment that slipped by. “You wanted this all along ~ didn’t you?” he inquired, snickering as the pegasus nodded. “Feel free to watch me fuck every drop of masculinity out of you…”

With that menacing statement, the stud increased his pace. Fenris grunted with each thrust, the wind all but literally driven from his lungs, as he was remade. He’d crossed a line from which there was no going back, undid years of his reputation and pride, yet he longed for more. Shakily lifting his hind legs, he rested his fetlocks around the zebra’s hips and bucked up to meet his Master’s plunges.

No matter where he looked, whether it was at Okuta’s handsome face or the bulge in his abdomen creeping toward his rib cage, he was given no quarter on the rapturous sights, sounds, or sensations accosting him. Had he been with any other stallion, even while bottoming, he would have taken an active role or possibly stroked himself off, but this was different. Some long dormant or possibly newly forged part of himself told him that this wasn’t about him.

Reaching out with a forehoof, he caressed the zebra’s powerful chest. “Harder…”

Okuta acquiesced, his thunderous laugh as dreadful as it was thrilling. “And here I thought you’d put up more of a fight!” he boomed, altering his thrusts to draw a pitiful, blissful whine from the pegasus. “But not to worry. Though you may be a failure as a stallion, you’ll make for an adequate mare for me or any of my kin.”

“K…kin?” Fenris coughed.

“Yes, my kin,” Okuta repeated. “Creatures like you are only fit to serve your betters. You may not be able to bear us foals, but there are plenty of Zebrican stallions, real stallions, who would be happy to use a pitiful thing like you.”

He’d considered himself quite the lothario, able to please every mare he’d ever been with, yet the stud rutting him was in another league altogether. Endurance, technique, the size of his endowment - they were nothing compared to what the zebra had to offer. Pining to experience everything his Master had to offer, he subconsciously flexed his hind legs and pulled Okuta to himself.

As he was forced closer to his limit by each of the stud’s plunges, Fenris’ eyes rolled. Serving his master would be fantastic, he had no doubt about that, but being the exclusive mate of some other zebra would have perks of its own. Envisioning himself in some far-off hut, tending to some striped behemoth’s needs, he arched his back and spontaneously climaxed.

Thin, watery spunk spurted over his chest, his shrill, marish howl cut through the air, and his strained pucker convulsed around the pistoning length within him, as he was rocked by the most devastating orgasm of his life. The pleasure which struck him was, in a word, cataclysmic, further proving how wrong he’d been to ever think he was a stallion, yet it was but one element to the zebra’s assertion. Gasping for breath, his eyes widened slightly.

His suspicion that the tea had done something to his body was proven in that instant. Ordinarily, his cum was rich and thick, virile enough to knock up a mare with ease, yet that was the case no longer. As his fear mingled with his bliss, leaving him torn, he stared down at himself. Feeling a hoof guide his muzzle lower, too aroused to be overly concerned, he peered up at his Master’s heavenly visage.

“You even squirt - Nnnph - like a mare,” Okuta grunted, looking to the side. “Doesn’t he?”

Following the stud’s gaze, Fenris was greeted by yet another astonishing sight. With Leech’s head between her thighs, her ropes of saliva dangling from her open maw, Kara watched the depravity with all the perverse glee of a voyeur. Not only had he lost everything he’d held dear, his pride shattered and self-respect obliterated, but he’d done so in front of the mare he cherished more than anything.

“Would you like another?” the zebra placidly asked, bringing once-stallion’s attention back upward.

“C…can’t,” he stuttered, still reeling from his release, “j…just came.”

Emboldened or provoked by his words, the stud transitioned from long, steady strokes to relentless jackhammering. The shift was so sudden and jarring, catching him completely off guard, that he couldn’t help but cry out in ecstasy. As inconceivable as it was, in spite of having climaxed mere moments ago, he was shocked to find himself wracked with a second, just as potent orgasm.

In that instant, unable to keep himself from squealing like a lucky filly on prom night, Fenris was gone - erased from existence. Though he knew not what he was, he grasped that he could no longer call himself a stallion in any regard. His world, his entire existence, had been abandoned, ground to dust, and it was in that fleeting, apocryphal moment that he saw the light.

“You’re mine,” Okuta hissed, “say it.”

“I’m your mare,” Fenris blared as he was rolled to face his mate and friends.

Leech and Kennel lay locked in a sixty-nine, lapping at one another’s loins, while Kara watched him and rubbed herself. He’d been excited enough as it was, but the sight of the three mares enjoying themselves compounded his enthusiasm. If they weren’t bothered by him getting railed out and bred, was there really anything to be ashamed about?

The world, all of reality itself, became a blur, while every shred of who he once was was flayed away. Some portion of himself was scared, afraid of what he’d become, but another, deep-seated part of himself rejoiced. He’d been shown his true self, what he was meant to be, and words couldn’t express his appreciation for it.

Snorting and growling, Okuta reached his tipping point when he bit down on and pulled the scarf, the final remnant of the pony’s identity, free. With one final, unyielding plunge, burying the entirety of his enormous length, he issued a triumphant roar and bred the newest member of his harem. A tsunami of seed bathed the pegasus’ depths, hammering home the final nail in the sniveling, trembling femcolt’s coffin.

“Plug him,” Okuta ordered, gradually easing his softening shaft from Fenris’ ass.

Kennel stopped playing with her lover and leapt into action, rushing over to grab the sizable plug which had so recently been lodged in her companion’s backside. As the zebra’s stallionhood slid free, allowing only a fraction of his essence to escape, she crammed the toy into place and trapped her Master’s gift. As her muzzle drifted forward, lapping at the dregs of her stud’s load, the pegasus stirred.

Wearily looking upward, Fenris noticed Okuta seating himself just before him. With his legs parted, his cum-slickened tool invitingly on display, it was all too clear what his Master wanted. Harnessing a determination he didn’t know he had, feeling his swollen gut drag along the mattress, he inched between his parted thighs and sluggishly began licking the zebra clean.

With all the indifference of a god, affectionately running his hoof through the pegasus’ mane, Okuta snickered to himself. “You wouldn’t know anypony who would offer me a real challenge ~ would you?”

Fenris lifted his head and gave a small nod, having accepted that he would do whatever it took to please his lord. “Yes, Master.”

“Good,” the zebra hissed. “Because my clan will soon be arriving…”
> Bezou
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Bezou cocked her head, her carnelian, cat-like eyes playing over the obscene display before her. For an ageless succubi of renown, there wasn’t much she hadn’t seen - that said, she was a bit surprised by what she’d just stumbled across. The lecherous disturbance she’d sensed through the ether, a disturbance involving a hoofful of the only ponies she considered friends, had piqued her interest and drawn her to the mortal realm, but she’d had no way of knowing her companions would sink to such levels of perversion.

Fenris and Kara, kneeling before some titanic, exceedingly well-hung zebra, bathed the stallion’s loins with their tongues, while Kennel and Leech were each being plowed by hulking, striped studs of their own. To find the quartet in such licentious conditions wouldn’t have been that startling in and of itself, having witnessed similar exchanges in the past, yet the small details were what she found fascinating. Each of the ponies had been anointed in black stripes, with white bands being painted on the sole unicorn, and they were festooned with golden livery.

More intrigued than aroused, in spite of the carnal energy sending an electrified tingle through her otherworldly nethers, she eventually turned her attention to the seated zebra in their midst. She couldn’t be sure, but the haughty air about him smacked of a leader, a dominant alpha who’s whims were to be obeyed. As their eyes met, his lip curled into a knowing smirk.

“And you must be the illustrious Bezou,” he flippantly remarked, ignorant or apathetic of exactly whom he was facing.

She didn’t budge nor did she dip her head, her expression remaining as indifferent as if she found herself facing an ant. “Bezou would suggest you mind your tone.”

“Forgive me,” the stud stated, waving away the couple lapping at his immense package. Stepping forward and giving a bow, he prostrated himself. “I’m humbled to be in the presence of one as powerful and renowned as yourself,” he continued, keeping his eyes on her hooves. “My name is Okuta, welcome to my home.”

Though she lingered just within the doorway, the fresh air at her back, she was keenly aware of the aphrodisiac-laced incense and hypnotic flowers permeating the room. Any normal pony would have begun to feel the subtle, arousing effects almost instantly, given the sheer volume and potency of the nefarious aromas - then again, she wasn’t any ordinary pony. Whoever this Okuta was, no matter what he thought he knew, he was a fool.

There weren’t many of her kind that walked the face of Equus, and fewer still who allowed ponies to interact with them, but they held many names. Succubus, Djinn, Kawahime, Rusalka - no matter what she was called, the titles spoke to the same thing. She was a being beyond comprehension, a force not of the mortal realm, and the denizens of Equus had every right to view her with deference and fear. With a small snort, stepping back as the stallion gradually rose to his full height, she looked over and nodded to her friends.

“Bezou presumes this is your doing,” she murmured, watching the duo part ways and move toward Leech and Kennel respectively.

Giving a small shrug, Okuta peered back at the striped ponies. “In a sense.”

The phlegmatic response did little to improve her mood, nor did it address the obvious answer to her question. Knitting her brow and calling upon a fraction of her power, she wreathed herself in a crimson aura. “Bezou doesn’t have time for games. Answer quickly or suffer the consequences…”

“It…it’s ok,” Fenris insisted, turning and dashing over. “We’re here because we want to be here.”

“Yeah,” Kara chimed in, flanking the stoic, haughty giant they’d been practically worshiping. “We thought you might want to join us? These guys really know how to fuck a mare or stallion,” she giggled, glancing over at her mate, “into submission.”

Bezou squinted, knowing good and well that something was amiss. Kara and Fenris were both rather loose and experimental, though less so than either Kennel or Leech, but something didn’t feel right. Considering her options, including the possibilities of intervening and absconding with her companions or joining them for what may be a decent lay, she impatiently tapped her hoof on the hardwood beneath her.

Trotting over and offering a steaming mug to the succubus, leaving a snail trail of cum in her wake, Leech smirked. “Tea?”

Shaking her head, Bezou couldn’t help but titter. Amateurish - that’s exactly what this fumbling, woefully inept ploy was. Whoever this Okuta stallion was, irrespective of his physical prowess, he was exceptionally naive to think that a drugged beverage would have the slightest effect on her. Plucking the proffered mug from the unicorn’s outstretched hooves, she locked eyes with the stud and took a long, measured draught.

“You must think you’re clever,” she began, her senses buzzing ever so slightly from the dosed drink, “but such pedestrian measures won’t work on Bezou.”

“I merely presumed one of your ilk would appreciate the effort,” Okuta chuckled, waving one of his muscular companions over. “I’ve heard tales of your kind in my homeland, where you’re known as Djinn, though I never thought I’d meet one in the flesh.”

Taking in another mouthful of her drink, relishing the cloying taste on her palate, she nodded. “Bezou hasn’t been called such a name in a long time. The badlands and deserts of Zebria are too balmy and arid for her tastes.”

“How right you are,” the massive stallion thoughtfully hummed, taking a small box from his fellow zebra’s hoof, “yet we have treasures that Equestrians can’t rival. It’s said that to curry favor with a Djinn brings fortune - as such, I have this humble offering.”

Her pupils shrank to razored slits, as she peered down at a glimmering, gem-studded choker. The craftsmanship was incredible, the jewels themselves had to be worth a small fortune, and it appeared to be ancient, likely invaluable and deserving of being in a museum - nevertheless, she wasn’t going to let the promise of some paltry bauble make her lower her guard. Caressing it with a forehoof, she ensured the piece held no hex or arcane power.

“I assure you, it’s quite safe,” Okuta softly assured her. “It was passed to me by my grandfather. Though I promised I would eventually offer it to my bride, you are far more worthy of such a gift.”

Extending a tendril from her slate-grey mane, drawing a hushed prayer from the pair of less bold or foolish zebras, she deftly plucked the amulet from its wooden confines and clasped it around her neck. “You have Bezou’s thanks, though she has no blessing to bestow upon you. She…”

She trailed off, seeing the stud’s smile contort into a rictus, twisted grin. She had no idea who this impertinent stallion was, nor did she particularly care, yet she was not going to acquiesce to whatever his pitiable machinations were. As she took a small step back, drawing on her unearthly might, eyes and tentacles sprouted across her frame. While it was rare for her to flaunt her abilities in such a shameless fashion, her host clearly didn’t understand who he was trifling with.

“What is that smile for?” she growled, glaring at the zebra.

“If you would,” Okuta tranquilly intoned, running a hoof over Fenris’ shoulder and to his shapely flank.

With little more than a nod, the pegasus muttered beneath his breath. The scarf around his neck, a rather innovative article he’d crafted to wield magic, launched from him and wound itself around her. The succubus stood motionless and solemnly shook her head, her amusement shifting into disdain, as she glared over at the zebra.

“If your intent was to flatter Bezou, you’re doing a pathetic job,” she grumbled, the fabric tightening around her legs, torso, and throat. “Fenris’ scarf is not even close to a threat to Bezou.”

Okuta held a hoof to his chest, as if wounded by her words, and backed away. “Oh I’m not trying to flatter you, I’m going to conquer you. Now…”

“Yes, Master,” Fenris and Kennel breathed simultaneously. “Constantem dominationem!”

Bezou opened her mouth, moments from giving a scathing rebuttal to the impetuous stallion’s childish assertion, yet only a startled gasp escaped her. What should have been no more than a trivial amount of sorcery from Fenris’ enchanted scarf was magnified by an order of magnitude, suppressing her abilities and locking her in place. Cursed energy flowed through her, making the sneer that split her muzzle feel downright herculean.

Whatever was affecting her didn’t end there, as the heady aroma filling her lungs began to burn. The toxins she’d been breathing, while being almost imperceptible to a creature like herself, increased in potency several times over. She had no doubt that it was Kennel’s doing, what with the mare’s mastery of flora and the alchemical arts, yet that didn’t answer one simple question - why had she been betrayed.

“Where were we?” Okuta asked, nonchalantly trotting around his petrified guest. “Slaves, busy yourselves and have some fun while I acquaint our visitor with me.”

“Yes, Master,” the quartet replied in unison, dipping their heads.

The sight of her beguiled friends, accompanied with hearing them referred to as slaves, summoned a cold rage to bubble up within her - still, regardless of her ire, the most she could manage was to affix the stallion with her baleful gaze. “When Bezou gets free, and she will get free, death will be a sweet release for you…”

“Of that I have no doubt -” the stud scoffed, sarcasm dripping from his words, “thankfully, I have nothing to fear. Did you really think I wouldn’t be prepared to handle you? Your precious friends are now my loyal concubines, my playthings, and you’ll soon be joining them.”

“Bigger, stronger, and far more intelligent creatures have tried and failed,” she countered, baring her fangs. “You will choke on your hubris as Bezou buries you.”

Motioning back at the quartet of ponies behind him, knowing they were busying themselves with fawning over his compatriots, Okuta grinned. “I’m sure they thought the same thing, but look at them now.”

Bezou glanced over at her companions then back to the towering stud facing her. “You pretend to know them, yet those four have always been rather hedonistic. Bezou has done things with them - to them that you couldn’t imagine.”

“If that’s the case,” he breathed, slowly lifting a hoof. “Slaves, over here and help our guest understand…” 

Without the slightest bit of hesitation or reluctance, the quartet parted ways with their individual zebra and moved towards the trapped succubus. Fenris paired with Kennel and Kara paired with Leech, as they surged onto their otherworldly friend. Being unable to move away, and having her magic temporarily neutralized, Bezou was now dealing with all four of her friends assailing her. Kara and Leech caressed her flanks and teased her underbelly, their hooves inching closer to her teats, while Kennel and Fenris pressed themselves to her neck. The little pegasi were by far the most powerful of the four, each wielding a form of sorcery of their own, and they put their talents to devastating use.

“Don’t fight it,” Kennel cooed, plucking a flower from her mane and blowing the sweet aroma over the demoness’ face.

“Mens persuasionis,” Fenris flatly ordered, his scarf glowing in the dim light.

Okuta waved his hoof at the obedient band, beaming to himself. “Just look how happy and eager they are to please me. Are you not pleased with me, Slaves?”

“Yes, Master,” the four immediately responded, looking fondly upon the stallion.

Looking to each of her friends in turn, Bezou felt nothing but contempt. The fact that the ponies were enjoying themselves meant nothing whatsoever, not knowing they had been bewitched by the zebra. As if sensing her ire, the group stroked her fur and peppered her with kisses, treating her like some long-lost lover instead of the captive she was.

“We really do like it here,” Fenris explained. “Our Master showed us where we belong, what we were meant to do, and we can never thank him enough for it.”

Kara cheerfully hummed into Bezou’s ear, sending a shiver up the demoness’ spine. “It’s true - Fen and I are much happier here. If we’d known how incredible it was to submit to our Master, we would never have resisted in the first place.”

Giggling like a school filly, Kennel waved the blossom under the succubus’ nose. “You’ll feel so much better when you stop fighting it. Don’t you want to experience how amazing it is?”

“It’s true,” Leech chimed in, her hoof wandering up Bezou’s inner thigh. “All the flings I’ve had, all the creatures I’ve bedded - nothing compares to our Master.”

Throwing her head from side to side, Bezou growled through her gritted teeth. The simple act of being touched felt leagues better than it had any right to, causing a burning ache to creep into her winking, dampening marehood, yet that wasn’t what troubled her most. Their words resonated through her thoughts, echoing and practically begging for her to join them, and she found it increasingly difficult to defy the growing urge to succumb to the zebra’s will.

Practically feeling her willpower being sapped away, she came to a startling realization. The incantation Fenris had spoken, she’d heard it before, it was a spell designed to break her. Under ordinary circumstances, the hex would have done nothing whatsoever, but the circumstances were far from ordinary. Amplified by the damnable medallion around her neck, his magic wrought havoc upon even her extraordinary, ancient mind.

They were lying - they had to be. There was no way they’d all fallen for some big, misbegotten zebra - not after having spent time with her! She was a succubus, she’d wooed kings, queens, harlots, and miscreants alike! It would be impossible for some mere mortal to ever rival her wiles in or out of the bedroom, yet their actions spoke for themselves. Cracking one eye open, besieged by sinful promises, she peeked out at her friends.

The funny thing about charms was that they could never fully dominate one’s mind, no matter how weak - no, they simply beckoned to one’s desires. If Fenris, Kara, Kennel, and Leech, all wondrously slatternly ponies in their own right, had dedicated themselves to Okuta, at least some part of them had done so willingly. With a hot bead of nectar crawling down her leg, her face was turned toward the hulking bastard.

“There’s that look,” Okuta muttered, peering into her eyes. “You understand - not only that, you want to sample what I have to offer. You want to test your mettle against the one who broke your precious friends and turned them into mindless slaves.”

As much as she would have liked to say he was wrong, she couldn’t. The combination of spellwork and aphrodisiacs, paired with the sight of four of the ponies most dear to her, had her more than curious about what the stud had to offer. Fighting the compulsion to spit in his face, lest she make the situation all the more dire for herself or her companions, she scowled at him. Though he was arrogant to the point of, she didn’t have a shred of doubt that she could best him on her own terms.

“A wager then,” she said faintly. “If you peak before Bezou, Bezou leaves with the ponies.”

Okuta didn’t flinch, only piquing a brow. “And if you lose?”

“Bezou won’t lose,” she growled, her smirk standing in contrast to the unease bubbling up within her.

“Leave us,” he barked, causing the ponies to instantly back away. “Feel free to watch this sow be conquered, but don’t interfere.”

Turning her head and watching the stallion lazily trot around behind her, Bezou held her tongue. Even the most lascivious and sexually experienced ponies in Equestria could never dream to rival her, yet that wasn’t what had her bothered. Her companions had unquestioningly complied the stud’s command, abandoning her as though she meant nothing, and the mounting scorn she felt because of it bolstered her resolve.

She didn’t give him the gratification of a reaction when he mounted her, nor when he kissed the slavering tip of his stallionhood to her entrance, but her composure faltered when he drove his hips forward and ground his massive length into her. Though there were few, if any sapient creatures on Equestria she hadn’t slept with over the millennia, including a few which had gone extinct, she was unprepared for the unimaginable pleasure which washed over her. As she bit her lip to silence herself, only barely managing to stifle a soft groan, he withdrew and fell into a slow, almost sensual rhythm of plowing her.

“Look at them,” he sighed, nearly causing her to start. “Look at how jealous they are that I’ve chosen you, not them, to grace with my attention…”

Her eyes darted across the room, spying her friends getting off to the sight of her being rutted. Kennel and Leech watched her intently, softly moaning as a pair of zebras screwed them from behind, while Fenris and Kara got themselves off to the spectacle before themselves. Ass to ass, with a thick length of silicone plunging in and out of their rumps, the couple swung their hips back at one another while sharing a double-dildo.

Seeing how far her friends had fallen, having heard them confess their love for such ignominious treatment, should have upset her, but it alarmingly did not; the only thing it did was heighten her own loathsome arousal to greater and greater heights. Though she hated herself for it, she was actually impressed with Okuta’s technique - a technique she found impossible to ignore. Unable to keep her legs from trembling, as her treacherous depths quivered and covetously seized around the stud’s pistoning shaft, she screwed her eyes shut.

“No,” Okuta insisted, “look at me while I ruin you.” As she peeked out at him, meeting his gaze, he steadily increased his pace. “There we are…”

Love and hate warred within her, two forces which seldom clashed in her existence, and the latter was gradually gaining ground. She reviled him and the very ground he stood on, having every intention to make her threat a cold promise once she was through with the ordeal, and yet his ministrations sang a siren’s song to the very essence of her being. Moving on its own, her body betrayed her higher self.

As she pushed back against him, slapping her clit against his pendulous, hefty balls, he smugly chuckled. “It feels good to submit to me…” he uttered, the scarf bound to her glowing faintly.

“It feels g…good to submit,” she parroted, only comprehending what she'd spoken after the admission left her lips.

“You’re really nothing but an obedient, needy slut,” he rumbled, his sonorous voice giving her goosebumps.

Try as she might, she was compelled to answer. “Bezou is your obedient, n…needy slut…”

She tried - oh how she tried to stop herself from admitting it, but it was futile - the spell’s roots had sunk deep. Deep within her black heart, no matter what her conscience told her, she knew it was true - she really was nothing more than a desperate harlot. Her kind were meant to subdue and prey upon the lustful wishes of others, feasting on a fundamental part of nearly every living being in this realm and others alike, leaving her defenseless to having the tables well and thoroughly turned. The predator was made prey, she’d fallen into his trap, and she reveled in the novel, outright heavenly experience.

Her thoughts grew clouded, the breath hitched in her throat, and she inched closer and closer to her limit, feeling the telltale signs of release blossoming within her. Is this what it was like, to be subjected to the power she’d wielded against countless others? Stands of drool swung from her slackening jaw, as she rocked forward with each of the stallion’s thrusts.

If Okuta was even getting remotely close, he showed no signs of it. The way his stallionhood battered her womb and ground against her g-spot, all while his balls wetly collided with her winking clit, were beyond reproach, yet those were only one portion of what made the exchange so deviously wondrous. She was slipping away, losing control of herself, and a part of her yearned for him to continue.

“Say it,” he hissed. “Tell me you want to cum.”

“Be…Bez…” she stammered, her eyes glazing over and staring into the ether, “Bezou wants to cum.”

Giving a snort, he pounded into her with increasing force. “Louder…”

She could sense it, she was teetering on the brink, and she wanted - nay, needed to heed him. “Bezou wants to cum!”

The second her cry passed her lips, she was stricken by an overwhelming tide of ecstasy. Climactic juices gushed from her convulsing, stuffed cunt, her piercing wail shook the windows, and the sorcery holding her in place was the only thing that kept her from collapsing, yet it was the sweet, unfathomable relief she felt that undid her. It was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, having admitted what she’d so senselessly refused to accept. This was her place, this was where she belonged, and decrying it was as or more blissful than the orgasm she suffered through.

Her understanding of existence was thrown into question in that cathartic moment. Orgasms were a palty, almost uninteresting thing for her, having had more than she could even guess, yet the rapture she felt was singular. Though she could scarcely believe what had happened, that she’d been laid low by a being no more significant to her than a termite or paramecia, the truth was laid bare. She’d met her match, and her pride had been her undoing.

“You’re just a slut who wishes to serve her Master,” Kennel remarked, bucking back against the stud atop her.

Beneath one zebra, Leech collected herself. “You want to stay and be your Master’s broodmare…”

Fenris and Kara followed suit, dribbling pre-cum and marish juices to the floor. “You’ll be so much happier here…” they added in tune with one another.

“Bezou is just a slut who wishes to serve her Master,” Bezou slurred, lurching forward and back while Okuta railed her. “Bezou wants to be her Master’s broodmare. Bezou will be happier here…”

Only vaguely aware of what she was saying, she repeated the lines like a mantra. Each proclamation was a nail in her coffin, cementing her role and fortifying the control over her, but she didn’t care - couldn’t care. A new world had been opened to her, an existence away from skulking in the shadows to feed on the energy of others, and she could resist it no longer. Welcoming her new life with open hooves, unaware that the spell binding her to the spot had faded away, she languidly slammed her ass back to meet the Zebra’s thrusts.

With her inner-conflict resulting in a rout, she used her preternatural speed and strength to earn her reward. She knew he was close, sensing every pulse of his godly stallionhood, yet it was like he was holding himself back. He grunted above her, prompting her to cock her head and peer to his face.

“What are you,” he huffed, the head of his shaft flaring within her.

Fiercely clenching his wildly throbbing length, she instantly replied. “Bezou is your slave!”

As she swore her fealty to him, pledging her near-limitless life in willing servitude, he came. The feeling of his essence rushing into her bordered on the divine, evoking a second, completely spontaneous climax from her. Howling and braying like a beast possessed, surrendering to a creature who had no right to call himself her Master, she toppled to the floor. Freed from her gaped nethers, twitching above her, his stallionhood coated her in the final ropes of his jizz.

She heaved air into her chest, exhausted beyond reason, yet she couldn’t bring herself to rest. Forcing herself up, she crawled around and brought her muzzle to her Master’s softening length. There was only one thing she could do, one expectation placed upon her, so she did just that. As she lifted her head and drew her tongue up his length, coating her palate in the cocktail of his virile cum and her marish juices, she moaned openly.

Okuta reached down and back, tenderly stroking her mane. “If I may ask for a small favor, since I won our little wager.”

“A…anything,” she rasped, her head whipping around to face him.

“Several of my family are set to arrive within the week. It wouldn’t be too much trouble for you to assist with ensuring they’re all comfortable ~ would it?” he sweetly asked, warmly smiling upon her.

“Of course, Master,” she whispered, closing her eyes and humbly lowering her head. “Bezou lives to serve…”

Slipping his hoof to her muzzle, turning her face back to his cock, he laughed darkly. “Good…”
> Czu
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“A…and you’re sure about this?” Czu uneasily inquired, looking over at his friend.

Fenris nodded and placed a hoof on the door before them. “I’m absolutely sure. Come on ~ would I ever lead you wrong?”

Giving a small nod, Czu dipped his head. “You’re right…”

It felt like he’d known Fen for a lifetime, even though they’d only first met a year or so ago, which made it strange when he’d noticed the stallion behaving oddly as of late. Not only had Fen and Kara moved out of their house and in with somepony he’d never met, but they’d both been acting strangely. The normally steadfast stallion and mare seemed bubblier and a bit more outgoing, almost like some miraculous change had happened in their lives. He was honestly happy for the couple, even if he couldn’t put his hoof on what had happened with them - that said, he was just a touch jealous that they were doing so well.

Having tried and failed for months to find a special somepony, with every date he’d been on resulting in failure, he’d eventually reached the point where he’d asked one of his oldest, most trusted friends for help. Fenris was a good stallion - a bit smug at times, but a good stallion nonetheless, and was one of the very few ponies who knew about his particular tastes. Timidly smiling over at the pegasus, he turned his attention to the opening door, peered inside, and did a double take.

“Well?” Fenris asked, trotting inside. “What do you think?”

Czu’s mouth flapped uselessly, a lump formed in his throat, and his heart nearly gave out, as he gazed upon an unbelievably beautiful zebra stallion. Covered in muscle, with long, striated dreadlocks covering his face, the stud peered down at him - at least he presumed he held the behemoth’s attention. Feeling his cheeks darken, he falteringly lifted a forehoof and gave a small wave.

“H…hi,” he stammered.

“Czu, this is Ike - Ike, this is Czu,” Fenris began, waving between the two.

“Hmmph,” the giant grunted, brushing a lock of hair from his face to reveal an ice-blue eye. “She’s cute.”

Unable to suppress a shiver, Czu felt his hair stand on end. She? Did this absolute mountain of a stallion think he was a mare? He averted his gaze, doing his damnedest not to giggle like an idiot while awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. As much as he would have liked to get to know the giant, he couldn’t in good conscience start things off with a misunderstanding.

“Well…” he gulped. “You should probably know that -”

“Ugh - Bezou can’t believe she forgot her makeup,” Bezou groaned, trotting out from a doorway and snatching the fumbling femcolt by the hoof. “Don’t worry, Bezou will get her prettied up right away.”

Czu was nearly nearly set off balance as he was all but dragged out of the foyer and into what appeared to be a small dressing room. Confused, upset, and still more than a little bit nervous, he looked over to the fanged mare who’d absconded with him. He’d only met Bezou a hooffull of times before, but he was sure she knew he wasn’t -

“A mare,” she cooed, wheeling around and locking eyes with him. “You’ve always wanted to be a mare and have a big, strong Daddy.”

“I…wha…” Czu stammered, unable to break the succubus’ gaze.

It was true - despite never having breathed a word of it to anypony but Fenris, he’d always fantasized about what it would be like to be a cute, dainty mare for a hulking, preferably loving stallion. His best guess was that his friend had spilled the beans, possibly after a few drinks, but he had no way to prove that - after all, Bezou had powers that defied explanation. As he attempted to defend himself and deny the wildly scandalous accusation, his voice hitched in his throat.

Tittering to herself, she wandered closer and drew a forehoof up his chin. “You do want to be a mare ~ don’t you?”

He slowly nodded and nervously licked his lips. “Y…yeah…”

Only barely registering his taboo confession, continuing to stare into Bezou’s eyes, he felt the tenseness in his muscles bleed away. He’d been on pins and needles all day, stressing himself out about his blind date for weeks on end, yet those concerns meant nothing. Now that the seductive succubus was here, he - no, she knew everything was going to be alright.

“Frankly, Bezou is a bit jealous,” she continued, lifting a hoof and summoning a mound of neatly folded clothes from the ether. “A cute little mare like you is lucky to have a Daddy like Ike.”

Czu giggled uncontrollably, fidgeting and grinding her thighs together. She really was a lucky mare! Large, powerful studs weren’t easy to come by, and zebras were even rarer still, so for her to have a Daddy like Ike was almost unheard of! Vaguely recalling Bezou’s comment about makeup, she was wrenched from her stupor by a pang of panic.

“Don’t worry - don’t worry,” the otherworldly mare tutted, seemingly reading her thoughts. “Bezou will make sure you’re ready for your little date.”

“Thank you, Bezou,” Czu chirped, launching forward and hugging the succubus, “you’re the best.”

Returning the embrace for a moment, Bezou pushed the femcolt back. “Come now, let’s get you prettied up…”

Cheerfully humming to herself, Czu followed her over to a nearby vanity. It was funny, she’d never put on makeup before, nor worn anything marish outside of her room, but she was eager to make herself presentable. Her Daddy undoubtedly wanted her to look her very best, and she was positively certain that Bezou would ensure she did just that.

The succubus moved like a dervish, applying lipstick, eye liner, mascara, and a hint blush with practiced ease. With the job hastily finished, she reached out and held a hoof Czu’s cheek. “Nice - quite nice, if Bezou says so herself - now then, be a dear and get dressed. You wouldn’t want to keep your dearest Daddy waiting ~ would you?”

Czu swiftly shook her head and snatched a hovering skirt from beside her eldritch companion. A mare adorned in makeup was all well and dandy, but a mare wearing something cute would be even better than that! Slipping into the article, she grabbed the other accessories that Bezou had selected for her - after all, who better to give her tips than a literal succubus.

It was only once she was fully dressed, having donned a skirt, striped leggings, and a choker, did she turn and look at the vanity’s mirror. Though she hardly recognized the mare she saw staring back at her, the corners of her lips turned up. She’d never been all that masculine, what with her ample hips, generous backside, and slim waist, but now she could easily pass for a bombshell - well almost pass for a bombshell.

“Bezou almost forgot,” Bezou noted, dipping her head to peer beneath the femcolt.

Stepping back, seeing that the infernal equine was gazing at her loins, Czu shuddered - not out of embarrassment, but from a strange, tingly sensation that coursed over her nethers. She leaned forward, curious to see what in the world was going on, and watched as her endowment went limp and retracted into its sheath. Though she’d never understood why a mare like her had a stallion’s equipment, she was grateful that it wouldn’t prove an obscene, rigid eyesore for her Daddy.

Straightening up, Bezou proudly flicked her mane to the size. “There - now your little clit won’t bother anypony.”

“Ever?” Czu reverently breathed.

The succubus grinned and leaned closer. “Only if you want it to be that way - or would that be up to your Daddy?”

“My Daddy, of course!” Czu tittered, prancing in place. “Am I ready now, Miss Bezou?”

Bezou waved for the door and nodded. “Don’t let Bezou keep you.”

Downright giddy, Czu scampered out of the changing room and back into the foyer. The moment she burst out of the door, her Daddy ponderously turned and looked over at her. Had she not broken into a full gallop and rushed across the chamber, she would have swooned - fortunately for her, that wasn’t the case. She leapt into the air and threw her forelegs wide, all but plastering herself against the mountainous stallion’s broad, powerful chest, and beamed up at him.

“Cute -” he grunted, gently but firmly pushing her away, “really cute…”

“Do you like it, Daddy?” she bleated, jumping back and giving a little twirl.

He gave a subtle nod and remained all but motionless. Though she couldn’t see exactly part of her held his attention, she liked to imagine his eyes playing over her curvy flank. Unable to control herself, she turned slightly and gave him a better view of her barely concealed tush. If he wanted to get a better view of her backside, she’d be more than happy to oblige him.

A gentle tug on her steadily flagging tail sundered the moment, causing her to look back. She hadn’t even noticed that Fen was still in the room, yet he’d somehow snuck up behind her. Scrunching her snout and knitting her brow, she reluctantly shifted her focus over to him.

“Czu, he’s had a very, very long day,” the pegasus sighed, inching up and folding a wing over the femcolt’s shoulders. “How about you -”

“You had a hard day, Daddy?” Czu yelped, wheeling around to face the stoic titan.

As the behemoth shrugged, the muscles rolled and bunched on his shoulders. “It’s fine…”

“I was going to say, how about you help him relax,” Fen continued, waving to an empty sitting room. “I’m sure he’d love to blow off a bit of steam with you.”

With wonder in her eyes, Czu gazed up at the stud. “Would you like that, Daddy?”

Ike turned and lumbered toward the den, giving a second shrug. “Wouldn’t bother me a bit. C’mon, sweetness, you can help me take a load off.”

The mention of a load sent a tingle up Czu’s spine, as did the sight of the zebra’s huge, sculpted backside. Scampering after him, all but plastering herself to his side, she merrily hummed and nuzzled his neck. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for him - heck, if he’d asked for a blowjob in the foyer, she would have gleefully slipped beneath him to shamelessly suck him off.

“Hey ~” he grunted, drawing to a halt and prompting her to look up at him, “you know what’d be nice?”

“What’s that, Daddy?” she cheerfully replied.

Stepping to and placing his forehooves on the sofa, he braced his hind legs and peeked over his shoulder at her. “Could use a little lovin’ back there. Always had a weak spot for when a mare gives my ass a nice spit shine.”

Czu nearly - nearly ran face-first into his chiseled backside, but she managed to restrain herself - if only just. She was a mare, not some wanton, overzealous whore, so she needed to act as such. With a sway in her hips and a spring in her step, she calmly closed the gap between them and eyed the dark, velvety ring of his pucker.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I worked up a good sweat earlier,” he chuckled, flicking his tail up and out of the way.

Though she was still a few feet away, Czu instantly realized what he’d meant. His scent was incredible, powerful and alluring as anything she’d ever smelled before, and it drew her in like a siren’s song. Drifting closer, literally following her nose, she glanced down at his fat, succulent balls. As much as she would have liked to lavish his weighty nuts, warming up what had to be pints’ worth of rich, virile spunk, she abstained - at least for the time being.

With his natural bouquet filling her sinuses, lightheaded from the intoxicating aroma, she closed her eyes and pressed her snout between his steely buns. The vivid color of her lipstick contrasted against his black flesh, leaving kiss marks on his taint as she made her way up to his backdoor. She had to lift her head to reach him properly, allowing her to run her tongue around his winking hole.

He grunted, making her momentarily pause, before he gradually eased his hips back. “Don’t be afraid to really get in there. I want that puppy clean…”

She put herself to work before he could finish, mopping the cleft of his ass and suckling upon his silken ring. “Yesh, Daddey,” she slurred, her eyelids fluttering.

This was what a real stallion smelled like - tasted like. The taste of salt and unwashed flesh blossomed over her taste buds, she practically huffed the ambrosial musk radiating from him, and she could already feel her colthood starting to leak. While she wouldn’t have minded cleaning him in a more conventional way, she would never deny her big, hard-working daddy a well-earned tongue bath.

Though she spent several minutes lapping at his behind, scouring away every drop of sweat with her tongue, she felt like the affair had only lasted seconds. She withdrew slightly, inspecting his saliva-streaked buns, until her eyes settled on his hole. He had mentioned that she get in there, so he probably wouldn’t mind if she…

Darting forward, she jammed her snout into his ass. Any question of if he would be pleased with her efforts disappeared the moment he took a small step back, driving her face deeper and engulfing her muzzle completely. She couldn’t breath, she couldn’t see anything but his rear, and yet she was elated by his reaction.

Ika playfully wiggled his hips from side to side and clamped around her snout. “You’re gonna be smelling like me for a week.”

She almost came right then and there, reflexively bucking her hips and moaning uncontrollably. Of course she’d be smelling like him ~ why wouldn’t she? Anypony and everypony who passed her in the street would smell him on her, regardless of if he was with her or not, and they’d know who she belonged to. 

Staying right where she was, she lapped at his interior and lifted a forehoof to affectionately kneed and fondle his nuts. This was where she belonged, worshiping a creature an order of magnitude superior to herself, and she adored every second of it. She could have stayed where she was forever, smothered by his ass until she blacked out from a lack of air - sadly, it wasn’t meant to be.

Inching closer and closer to her limit, without so much as touching herself, she was taken aback when he moved forward and freed her from his musky confines. She licked her lips and watched as he turned and eased himself onto the sofa. Did she do something wrong? Had he tired of her so quickly. Reclined on the couch, he splayed his hind legs and beckoned to her.

“Pretty nice job there, hotness,” he rumbled, his voice making her hair stand on end. Lowering a foreleg to his groin, he patted his gradually hardening stallionhood. “Bet you’ve been wanting to give this little guy a bit of attention ~ eh?”

She stared slack-jawed at his package, blown away by the sheer enormity of what her eyes beheld. He was a big stallion, big in literally every sense of the word, and his little guy was anything but small. About as big as her leg, so heavy that it drooped under its own weight, his imposing length pulsed with every beat of his tremendous heart.

A tinge of fear mingled with her excitement, making it impossible for her to move. She’d seen pictures of some exquisitely well-hung stallions, but Ike beat them all hooves down. What was left of her higher functions tried to warn her, telling her that she’d be undone by her hubris, but she didn’t listen. In that moment, staring longingly at his endowment, she wanted one thing and one thing alone - to have him ruin her.

There was no simple way to put it, every part of him was perfect. From his relaxed demeanor to his impossible size, he was a veritable demigod given flesh, and she was honored to be with him. He could have picked anypony to take as a lover, having any number of mares or stallions alike who would fling themselves at him, but he hadn’t - he’d chosen her.

“Go on,” he encouraged with a grin splitting his features. “I know you wanna…”

Taking a faltering step closer to him, she closed on his loins. Her pucker hungrily clenched upon itself, yearning to embrace the behemoth throbbing just before her, but it would have to wait - for the time being, as with many situations in life, she had to be patient. Drawing her cheek along his shaft, she pressed her nose to the fleshy folds of his sheath, sharply inhaled, and shuddered.

There were a thousand things she wanted to say, but she remained silent. Letting her actions speak for herself, she turned her head and drew her tongue from the base of his length to his bloated, hoof-sized cock-head. His package was nearly as fragrant as his backside, bathed in sweat and reeking of masculine essence, which did little to quell the steadily rising fires of her lust.

Reaching the tip of his length, she adjusted her positioning and began hotly making out with his dick. He was nearly too big to suck on, the girth of his shaft being larger than even her most intimidating toys, but that hardly stopped her - if anything, it fueled her determination. While she may not have had the best oral skills, having only practiced a small number of times with her dildos, her muzzle was far from the only weapon in her carnal arsenal.

She opened her jaw as wide as she could and drove her face forward, forcing him into her maw with a soft pop. Yeah - there was no way in Tartarus she’d be able to throat him, not without a few month’s practice and him taking the lead, yet she was undeterred. She balanced on three legs and reached up with a forehoof to stroke him off. Even if she could only service a fraction of his length with her mouth, she was going to do everything she could to satisfy him.

Bobbing and twisting her head, with her tongue dancing over the crown of his dick, she peered up at his face. His dreadlocks had parted slightly, giving her a few of his adonic features, which made sucking his cock all the more pleasant. His piercing gaze never left her face, as the first dollop of thick, viscous pre-cum graced her taste buds.

His patience with her was impeccable. He didn’t reach down to jam his length down her gullet, he didn’t demean her, he didn’t do a thing to discourage her - he just relaxed and gave the occasional, contented sigh while she gagged and slobbered on his godly tool. 

She’d heard that mares could go mad from lust, driven into a frenzy by their desires, but she’d never given it much credence - that was until that moment. Pulling back, she cleared her mouth and wiped the trail of spittle and pre-cum from her chin. She knew it was wrong, that she should have kept going until he told her to stop, but there was only so much anypony could endure.

“Daddy?” she pouted, batting her eyes up at him.

He cocked his head to the side and studied her, his smirk unwavering. “Yes, sweetness?”

“Can I - um…” She didn’t finish - couldn’t finish what she was saying. 

It would have been embarrassing to confess her yearnings to anypony, much less her Daddy, so she uncomfortably twisted and played with her mane. Hearing him snicker, she summoned the courage to peek up at him. As calm and as pleasant as ever, undisturbed in the slightest, he patted his hip and nodded down at his crotch.

“Go ahead,” he purred, “but I’m gonna let you do most of the work - like your friend said, I’ve had a long day.”

She acted in the blink of an eye, scrambling onto the couch. While she could have one of two positions, one stuck out above the other - traditional cowgirl. She wasn’t sure exactly how she was going to manage fucking herself on him, having only wrangled with dongs that looked tiny compared to him, but she was going to - she knew she was. Swinging one hind leg over his waist, straddling his abdomen, she yelped when something cold was pressed to her tush.

“Here,” Fenris whispered, “this will help.”

Looking back, she trembled as he squeezed a bottle in his hoof and filled her with cool, slick lube. “T…thanks…”

Fen dismissively waved a wing and shot her a wink, withdrawing the bottle from her taut rear. “Don’t worry about it - trust me, you’re gonna need it.”

It was the understatement of the century. Of course she was going to need it, she was about to have her ass demolished by something that would put most ursa majors to shame! Swinging her attention back to her Daddy, she leaned forward and brushed his mane to the side.

“Somepony’s sweet on me,” he purred.

She blushed and looked away, more flustered than ever. “Maybe…”

Risking another glance back, she shot Fenris an expectant look. Had her Daddy been an ordinary pony, his stallionhood would have been nestled between her cheeks already - unfortunately, given the sheer enormity of his cock, she’d need a bit of help. The pegasus beamed and shuffled between the zebra’s hind legs, gingerly lifting the colossal appendage and bringing its tip to her pucker.

This was it, time to put her bits where her mouth was. Adjusting herself and slowly exhaling, she bore her weight against the giant dick pressed to her backdoor. She could have sworn an oversized hoof had been pressed to her ass, had she not known better, but that didn’t stop her. Taking steady breaths, she clamped her eyes shut and pushed herself back.

“Need a bit of help?” Ike softly murmured, resting his forehooves on her waist.

She shook her head, unwilling to accept the offer. “N…no, I’ll -”

Her entire body was driven upward, her eyes shot open, and she gasped as he bucked his hips and sank what felt like a foot of dick into her. She would have cried out in surprise, but the only noise to escape her was a deep, guttural groan. The sensation of being suddenly filled so completely, so thoroughly was beyond intense, all but forcing her to climax on the spot.

Jizz oozed from her flaccid colthood, pooling on her Daddy’s abs and around her delicate little coin purse. Stars danced before her eyes, she could barely move, and an ecstasy like she’d never known threatened to consume her, robbing her of the ability to apologize for cumming so quickly, but she was given no time to recover. His first thrust was met by a second, a third, and a fourth, leaving her to helplessly rock forward and back atop him.

“D…Daddy!” she whimpered, wrapping her forelegs around his neck.

Without skipping a beat, continuing to plow her as if nothing was the matter, he smiled down at her. “Something wrong?”

“I…I was gonna - Gah!” she mewled as he nearly hilted her.

It was no use, there wasn’t a darned thing she could do but drool on his chest and whine in delight. Even if she’d wanted to stop him, which she very much didn’t, there would have been nothing she could do. He used her like a living, breathing sex toy, unhurriedly fucking her from below.

Shakily pushing herself up, with the rapture of her climax subsiding to some small degree, she gathered her strength and bore down against him. The only reason she could tell she was getting close to taking all of his length was because she could feel his medial ring bumping against her stuffed entrance, taunting her with the root of his shaft. Somehow, in spite of being a literal cock-sleeve for him, she was able to will her body back under control to start moving.

“You’ve got grit, I like that,” he mused, his pace quickening. “Want to cum again for Daddy?”

“C…can’t,” she sputtered through clenched teeth, “I j…just came…”

His grasp on her tightened and he tensed. “We’ll see about that.”

He flexed his hind legs, sheathing the entirety of his endowment into her and causing his engorged balls to slap against her ass. It should have been impossible for her to have a second orgasm so quickly, normally taking at least ten minutes to recover for a second round, but he wasn’t to be denied. She threw her head back and howled, painting his chest with her spunk.

On the verge of blacking out, she fought tooth and hoof to remain conscious. She should have known that her Daddy was capable of something so unbelievable, making her cum as he so chose, yet she could hardly wrap her head around it. Another savage plunge of his stallionhood sent her careening forward to kiss at neck, reminding her of who she belonged to.

“Daddy - thank you, Daddy! Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she babbled incoherently, entranced by every aspect of his being.

She could feel her belly bulging from his thrusts, his heavy breaths and hushed grunts where a symphony, the taste of his pre-cum coated her palate, and his scent lingered in her nose. In a very real way, he was her everything, her reason for being, and she didn’t have the words to express how lucky she was for it. Feebly milking his cock, sensing her pucker being drawn out and stuffed in with his every pistoning movement, she lost herself to the nirvanic sea that was her Daddy.

His rutting could have lasted an eternity, spanning the entirety of time itself, or mere seconds - in the end, she genuinely couldn’t say how long he ended up railing her, yet it came to an end far too quickly. Feeling him starting to flare, hearing him snarling above her, she knew her time had come. At long last, he was about to reward her for being a good mare - his good mare.

“Inside, Daddy!” she wailed, tears of joy streaming down her face. “Breed me, Daddy!”

The moment she finished speaking, he answered her prayers. The floodgates opened, a deluge of scalding foal-batter surged into her, and she was wracked with the most powerful climax she’d ever had. More akin to a near-death experience than anything, the bliss she felt was cathartic, shattering who she once had been and cementing the mare that she’d become.

Heaving air into her chest, delirious with glee, she lifted her head and deeply kissed him. Though she caught him off guard, he quickly reciprocated her love. His powerful tongue sank into her muzzle, reminding her yet again of her place, while he pumped her full of his essence. She continued making out with him until his shaft had stopped pulsing, the flow of his seed having come to an end, before she hesitantly pulled away.

“Did I do good, Daddy?” she faintly inquired, almost afraid to ask.

Endearingly rubbing her mane, keeping his length entombed within her, he pecked her forehead. “You sure did, Babe - you sure did…”

It was funny - of all the things he could have said or done, his reply was the best thing she’d ever heard. Hugging him as tightly as she could, relishing the sensation of her cum-bloated, sloshing gut, she tittered like a school filly. At long last, after years of repressed desires, she’d found love - she’d found her Daddy…
> Enzy and News
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“This is stupid,” Enzy groused, wiping her nose as she stepped up beside her marefriend.

Glowering over at her companion, News lifted a hoof and knocked on the unassuming home’s front door. “First of all, nopony forced you to come - secondly, if what Fenris and Kara said is true, we might have a scoop on our hooves.”

“Do zebras really fuck mud ponies into comas? Tune in at eleven for the full story,” Enzy mockingly exclaimed, waving a wing through the air. “What a load of shit, but I ain’t gonna bitch too much. Even if it’s half-assed, my pussy’s aching for some attention.”

News knew better than to protest, having learned long ago that her sweetheart would only double down if she tried to argue. “Do I look ok?”

“For a half-blood, you look as good as possible,” Enzy tittered, inspecting her companion.

Unlike herself, News Flash was only half thestral - still, in spite of that shortcoming, she was a decent enough mare. Ever the go-getter, the little journalist’s brushed mane, glimmering eyes, and ashen coat paired perfectly with her blouse, vest, and tie. It was sort of funny to think how well they got along - then again, like the old saying goes, sometimes opposites attract.

Peeking out with one eye, News fought the urge to make a pithy remark. Enzy was, in a word, a mess in every conceivable way. Crass and crude, the bat pony was as likely to talk shit to somepony as she was to sling leg. With purple, cat-like eyes, leathery wings, and an imposingly dark mane and tail, the ruffian smugly smiled over at her and adjusted her ball cap.

“Lookin’ kinda hard there, News,” Enzy hummed. “You keep that up, ponies will know we’re -”

“Can I help you?” a deep, sonorous voice intoned as the door opened.

“Yeah, I was just saying my marefriend’s a carpet mun…” Enzy trailed off and her eyes widened, seeing a pair of utterly gargantuan figures lurking just within the home. “Well fuck me silly! News, check out the meat mountains!”

Trying and failing to ignore her partner, News smiled up at the pair. “Would you happen to be Haki and Kushoto?”

“We are,” the twins responded in unison.

“I’m News,” she chirped, extending a forehoof. “I’m here to report on the -”

“We’re here to see if you big, striped bastards are as good in bed as ponies are saying,” Enzy interrupted, wheeling around and shamelessly presenting her rear. “If you want some primo bat-pony action, show us your cocks!”

“Enzy, for fuck’s sake!” News bleated. “You can’t just ask stallions to show us their…”

The words died in her throat as the striped duo turned to face one another and hiked a hind leg. At the drop of a hat, spurred by her buddy’s brazen request, she found herself staring at two of the biggest, juiciest stallionhoods she’d ever laid eyes upon. Not only were the pair, literal twins if she had to guess, massive and a mirrored image of one another, but they had little reservations about showing off their incredible goods to a pair of mares they’d just met.

Snapping out of her stupor when something pressed against her side, she glanced over and noticed Enzy resting a wing over her shoulders. “What?”

“News, fam, my mare,” Enzy began, unable or unwilling to look away from the gradually hardening lengths of zebra meat. “I know we’ve had our differences, but I just wanted to warn you…”

“W…warn me?” News gulped, feeling the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

Meeting her gaze, the thestral firmly nodded. “Warn you, yeah, because you’re about to see me doing all sorts of freaky, fucked up shit in a hot second,” she muttered, patting her shoulder and trotting forward. “Alright, big colts, I got three holes and you got two poles to stuff me with. I’m not sure if you weird mules have a preference, but I would love one of you plowing my shit box - I mean giving it to my backdoor until I’m gargling nut.”

With their smiles broadening, the zebras turned and proceeded back into the home. “I like this one, Haki, she has a fire within her.”

“Likewise, Kushoto,” the other stallion chuckled. “Perhaps her demure little associate could take photos of us ruining her.”

“I am so going to get my ass blown out,” Enzy mused, skipping after the pair. “News, make sure you get a few shots of my gaped holes after they’re finished wrecking me!”

News stood mute, watching her companion following the siblings as her mood darkened. What the actual buck?! She’d come here for a story and maybe a pleasant, albeit somewhat sexually charged conversation - not to be the photographer for a spontaneous spit-roasting between her lover and two zebras! Fueled by jealousy and her own healthy libido, not to mention the desire to see if Kennel and Fenris’ stories held water, she rushed in after the three and kicked the door closed behind herself.

“Alright,” Enzy began, wriggling her way between the striped brothers, “don’t let the fangs worry you too much - like, I’ll gladly give you a nibble if you’re into that kinda thing, but I wouldn’t worry about ‘em if you’re fucking my face. Which one of you want to -”

“Hold on just a darn minute,” News snapped, drawing everypony’s attention. “There’s one of them for each of us, Enzy, don’t be so selfish.”

Wandering around one of the titans, Enzy dipped her head and slipped beneath the stud. “What you gonna do to stop me?”

“I’ll…I’ll…” she stammered, glancing over to the neglected stallion.

Under ordinary circumstances, she would never have even considered blowing a perfect stranger - nevertheless, the circumstances weren’t what she’d call ordinary. In typical fashion, Enzy had derailed a situation with her particular charm and left her at a crossroads. The way she saw it, she had two options: either she was going to participate in an extremely lewd tryst or she’d be left to spectate - either way, her marefriend was going to be getting dicked-down.

Peeking up to the stallion’s face, she warily smiled. “Haki ~ right?”

“I’m Kushoto,” he corrected before nodding to his sibling, “that’s Haki.”

“I’m just gonna call you Big Dick One and Big Dick Two, if it’s all the same to either of y’all,” Enzy laughed, seating herself beneath Haki. “Hey, fat nuts, feel free to fuck my muzzle like it’s a - Hlk?!?”

Before she could finish speaking, the zebra stepped forward, bucked his hips, and drove his length into her muzzle and straight down her gullet. She’d been more than ready to choke on his dick, yet his enthusiasm momentarily took her off guard - momentarily. Collecting herself and grabbing her neck, she squeezed her stuffed throat while extending a wing and giving her buddy the finger.

She’d meant what she said and she’d said what she’d meant - for fuck’s sake, the only reason she decided to tag along was to maybe, just maybe get railed out! She really did have a thing for News, even if she wasn’t one to wax poetic about settling down with her special somepony - that said, she sure as shit wasn’t opposed to getting stuffed with something other than a length of silicone. Turning her attention away from her paramour, she looked down the long, ebony length lodged in her muzzle.

Ordinarily speaking, unless she was in heat and desperate for cock, she wouldn’t have flung herself at a non-bat pony, but the goliath before her had a lot to offer - like a fucking lot. His stallionhood was nearly as big as her leg, the musk rolling off his loins was strong enough to make her lightheaded, and he clearly had no hang-ups about showing himself off or getting down and dirty at the drop of a hat. As rolled his hips back and withdrew a fraction of his incredible length, she braced herself.

News looked on in open awe as Haki began thrusting into Enzy’s muzzle. She shouldn’t have been surprised that the obscene thestral was quick to act, yet seeing her marefriend being used like a fleshlight a curious mixture of annoyance and arousal within her. The whole reason she’d come was to figure out if Zebrican studs were as domineering as some ponies claimed - sadly, having gotten her answer within seconds of meeting the twins, she was left with a decision.

“If you’d like to take your time, that’s fine,” Kushoto intoned, easing himself onto a sofa and making himself comfortable, “though I’d like to know if you’re here for more than just talk…”

Smack

The sound of his cock slapping against his belly and the sight of his equipment sent a thrilled, terrified shiver up her spine. She’d used a few larger toys before, usually after she and Enzy had knocked back a few drinks, but his endowment was on an entirely different level - furthermore, it wasn’t like she was used to being bedded by stallions of his size. As she gazed at his package, a tingle crept into her loins. It wasn’t serious reporting unless she conducted an in-depth investigation ~ right?

“Buck it,” she sighed, tossing her trusty notepad over her shoulder.

Wandering over to him, she brought her snout to his nethers and drew a breath through her nose - an act that immediately bore dire consequences. She’d always slightly preferred mares over stallions, ever since she was little, yet the heady bouquet that assaulted her sinuses sang to a part of her she didn’t know existed. Long neglected portions of her mind went active, imploring her to venerate the colossus before her like the virile stud he was.

Shifting slightly, Kushoto reached down and stroked the top of her head. “Go ahead, I don’t bite - that is unless you want me to…”

She paid him little mind, too entranced by his goods to care. Bigger in every conceivable way than any pony she’d ever seen, he flexed his groin and sent blood surging into his shaft. His commanding presence and cool demeanor compelled - no, demanded she lavish him and the tremendous bitch-breaker that was his stallionhood with affection, so she did just that.

Seating herself before him, she fondled his ripe, cum-filled balls with her wings while drawing her tongue around the girthy base of his length. Earthy flavors of sweat and unwashed flesh blossomed over her palate, fanning the flames of her lust and chipping away at her reluctance. Though she and Enzy had invited a third into their bedroom on a few occasions, this was different - completely different.

She craned her neck as she licked and kissed her way up his shaft. He was just so darn huge, a mountain of a stud, and a part of her was honored by the opportunity to serve him. Ignoring the growing ache in her winking marehood, she sweetly took his tool in one hoof, leaned back, and guided him to her maw.

“Mmmmm -” he hummed, closing his eyes and relishing her efforts to please him, “there you go.”

Having mediocre experience blowing somepony made her a bit nervous, but it wasn’t enough to stop her from wrapping her lips around the battering ram-like tip of his dick. Leaning in and working him into her muzzle, savoring the sensation of his velvety skin against her tongue, she kept her eyes up on his face. The contented expression he bore, paired with the fact that he was showing no small amount of self-restraint, gave her all the inspiration she needed to continue.

As she slowly began bobbing her head, her forehoof wandered down to her crotch. Seeing as how there was no way to know exactly where things were headed, since her interview had metamorphosed into a miniature orgy, warming herself up a bit sure as heck wasn’t going to hurt anything. Rubbing her marehood, she groaned around the giant’s cock.

The sound of her lover moaning, barely audible over the sound of her choked gags and Haki’s nuts slapping against her chin, caught Enzy’s ear. Glancing over to one side, she blinked away her tears and felt her heart skip a beat. She couldn’t ever remember a time when News had seized the initiative to do anything other than hunt down a headline, so the sight of her sucking the stud off sent her into a frenzy. It was all well and good to just sit there and get her throat swabbed, but that was far from the only thing she had to offer.

Waiting until her lungs started to burn and her vision began tunneling, she reached up and patted the stallion’s side. If he didn’t ease up and hear what she had to say, he was gonna be humping a limp, lifeless rag-doll, something that was pretty fucking hot in and of itself, but if he did stop, he’d be in for one hell of a ride. He slowed and leaned over to look at her, allowing her to clumsily unsheath herself from his cock.

“God - Cough - damn! Remind me to have you lay me down next time you do that,” she wheezed, rubbing her neck.

Knitting his brow, he snorted. “I didn’t think you’d throw in the towel so quickly…”

“The only towel I’m gonna need is the one to wipe your nut off my back once we’re finished,” she countered, wheeling around and away from him. “Now come over here and put this fat ass to use.”

He smirked as he trotted away. “Allow me to get some lube. You’ll -”

“Fuck that noise!” she blared, reaching back and pawing at one succulent cheek of her tush. “This puppy is pre-lubed and ready to rock! Just jam that fat hog of yours in and go to town on me!”

Watching him change course and move in her direction, she smirked and pressed her chest to the floor. She was pretty sure News couldn’t see what was about to happen, but she was going to make damn sure her marefriend could hear it. Watching her lover continue blowing the zebra, she noticed a coffee table nearby and abruptly rose to her full height.

“Wait a sec,” she announced, grabbing the table and pulling it over. Leaping onto the wooden surface, she reassumed her face down, ass up position. “Ok, now you can go nuts.”

A typical stallion may have had a hard time mounting her when she was atop a piece of furniture, but Haki was tall enough to accomplish the task with ease. Placing his forehooves onto the table, he kissed the tip of his stallionhood to her pucker. It may have been a long shot, but she may be able to pull off something deliciously kinky in short order.

She slowly exhaled as he drove his hips forward. The good news was that she was a total butt slut, actually preferring anal over vaginal - the bad news was that her hubris bit her squarely on the ass. With a wet Pop and an incredible feeling of fullness, the hoof-sized head of his cock plunged into her rear.

Pushing herself up, she stared down her chest and past her modest bosoms. “All the - Nnnph - way, hot stuff.”

He obliged her with gusto, steadying himself before sheathing every inch of his length. The intrusion was so savage that most mares would have screamed in shock, yet the intensity of his thrust only made her yearn for more. With his balls pressed against her clit, she bucked back against him and eyed the imprint of his dick in her abdomen.

“You said something about ruining - Gah!” she croaked as he started to move.

Though she couldn’t see it, she could feel her pucker being drawn out by his backstroke. As soon as he’d freed roughly half of his length, he snorted and hilted her again. His first thrust was followed by a second, then a third and a fourth, until he was pounding her ass like she’d paid him to do it.

With her body driven forward by his every plunge, she grunted and fought to keep herself upright. Having a monstrous cock in her ass would have been enough to get her excited, but getting railed by somepony who knew how to use their tremendous size to its fullest effect drove her positively wild. She allowed herself to relish his heavenly efforts for only a few moments before she threw her hindquarters into reverse and beat her ass against his hips.

“You - Oh fuck - like that bat ass ~ don’t - Huff - ya?” she loudly proclaimed, moving in tune with him.

His response was a particularly brutal thrust, one so hard that she howled out in bliss. Shit yes - this was more than what she’d hoped for. While she may have talked and trotted a good game, his sheer size and savage way he was plowing her actually tested her limits. Precariously balancing herself on one foreleg, she reached back to knead her cunt.

She’d planned on being extra vocal once he’d started rutting her, but there was no need - not because she didn’t want to be noisy, but because her squeals and whimpers were completely genuine. The way he growled above her, the sound of the table jostling under her, the wet Schlorps of her asshole, and the Whud Whud Whud of his nuts beating against her snatch made for an utterly depraved symphony - one that was music to her ears. Periodically glancing over to her marefriend, knowing it would only be a matter of time until the ruckus got noticed, she grinned.

“Seems like your friend is quite eager,” Kushoto rumbled, nodding over at the action.

News had tried to ignore the fuck-fest playing out behind her, but the stud’s comment was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Pulling back and clearing her snout, she turned her head and went still. While it wasn’t all that uncommon to see Enzy on the receiving end of things, the absolute ravaging her lover was receiving gave her a moment for pause.

“H…hey, News,” Enzy rasped, wincing and doing what she could to stay upright, “there’s r…room for one more!”

Lowering her gaze and seeing the open area beneath her marefriend, News scrunched her snout. A bit of oral was one thing, but getting screwed by a random zebra was another - still, she’d be lying if she said the thought didn’t turn her on. Considering her options, she started when Kushoto unseated himself and got to his hooves.

“Care to join them?” he softly inquired.

Given that Kushoto seemed to be the nicer of the pair, she relented. After fondling the Zebrican and slobbering on his stallionhood, it only made sense to go all the way with him - at least that’s what she told herself. Straightening up and dusting herself off, she crept over to the table and pecked Enzy’s cheek.

“You’re gonna owe me for this,” she whispered.

Nuzzling her cheek, Enzy beamed. “Whatever, bitch, you know you’re gonna love the front row seat.”

With nothing more to be said, and growing more excited by the second, she carefully crawled under her marefriend and flipped onto her back. Enzy wasn’t right about most things, but be darned if her assertion about having a front row seat wasn’t on point. With her face inches from the action, she drank in the spectacle just above her.

“Ready?” Kushoto hummed.

Tearing her eyes off the action, she looked down her body and saw him peeking up at her. “Y…yeah.”

She definitely wasn’t ready, but her eagerness to join her marefriend overshadowed her hesitation. Lifting and splaying her hind legs, she gave the stud unfettered access to her goods. Stepping up and onto the table, Kushoto pressed himself to his brother’s side and aligned his stallionhood with her entrance. Ready or not, there was no backing down now.

Staring up and watching Enzy’s hole being rhythmically drawn out and stuffed back in, she used her wings to rub her clit. The last thing in the world she needed to do was to tense up - heck, even if she was somehow able to stay relaxed, there was no guarantee she’d be able to fit the zebra in her taut confines. As the tip of his length graced and bore against her entrance, she did the only thing she could to distract herself - she lifted her head and feasted on her lover’s cunt.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Enzy groaned, shivering from the tips of her hooves to the top of her head.


She’d had no way of knowing how close Enzy was to cumming, but suckling the bat pony’s clit was enough to push her marefriend past the brink. Sweltering nectar bathed her face and shoulders, warming the depths of her heart and allowing Kushoto the opening he needed. Braying in a mixture of shock and glee, she felt herself being forced open.

Being penetrated by something so massive undid her on a fundamental level. Her brain went haywire, every nerve in her body went alight, and her eyes shot wide, as she spontaneously climaxed. Her orgasm was so sudden that she couldn’t wrap her head around what had just happened. Her many romps with Enzy had given her incredible stamina  ~ so how in the hay had she cum so easily at the hooves of this stallion?!?

Weathering the rapturous storm in disbelief, she bucked her hips and gushed orgasmic essence over the stallion’s pounding hips and upper legs. The pleasure coursing through her was unimaginable, leagues better than anything she’d ever felt before, and it wrought devastation upon her mind. Had she been missing out for her entire life? Were all Zebricans as downright godly in bed as Kushoto? Was Enzy actually in the right for being so forward with the pair?

A thousand questions and more assailed her, though one took precedence above the rest ~ could she really go on living without feeling this again. Her body yielded to her baser desires, snapping her fetlocks around the stud’s waist as she thrust up to meet his plunges. To Tartarus with it - regardless of whether or not it was just for one night, she was going to enjoy being fucked to its fullest.

Enzy’s eyes rolled to the back of her head while she fought to stay standing. Having News eating her out was the icing on what would hopefully be an incredible cream pie, shattering what little self-control she had left. Essentially screwing herself on Haki’s pistoning length, giving as good as she got, she surrendered herself to the mind-numbing nirvana threatening to consume her.

From an outsider’s perspective, the hedonistic scene could be mistaken for a pair of whores servicing two studs. Enzy and News, both lost to the moment, filled the air with guttural groans, elated squeals, and the occasional scream of ecstasy, while the twin Zebricans breathed heavily above them. Neither of the mares were aware of it, having no ability to speak, much less form a coherent thought, but they both came to the same conclusion - they were fulfilling their purpose.

On and on the brothers went, causing the mares to climax over and over and over again. Their stamina, much like their impressive physiques and phenomenal endowments, was unmatched - so much so that both Enzy and News forgot all about one another throughout the exchange. It was nearly an hour before the siblings reached the threshold.

In virtually perfect harmony, Kushoto and Haki hilted and bred their mates. The mares shuddered and went limp, noiselessly screaming as they were overcome by their respective orgasms. The twins heaved air into their chests and fitfully bucked their hips, ensuring every drop of their precious seed was deposited as deeply as possible.

No sooner did Haki shuffle back and pull out of Enzy than she collapsed. All she could do was mewl and writhe atop her lover, dully aware that her gaped ass was leaking spunk over News’ face. Falteringly lowering her gaze to her marefriend’s battered, winking, cum-oozing pussy, she dipped her head and impulsively started eating the jizz out of her mate’s cunt.

News needed a shower, her clothes were ruined, and there was a darn good chance she’d just been knocked up, although there was something more important than any of those things. Positively slathered in seed, News followed Enzy’s example. Sitting up as much as she could, she ran her tongue around the twitching, silken ring of her marefriend’s pucker. Any interest in writing a story was gone, as was her shame, as she gleefully lapped at her lover’s tush.

“Have fun?” the studs asked in tandem.

Enzy and News turned, wearily smiled at their hosts, and nodded before going back to cleaning one another. One of them had come to get the jump on a story, the other had tagged along out of boredom - regardless of their motives, they’d ended up in the same state. Softly humming and contentedly wriggling, they took enjoyment from simply being with one another.

Though it was far from what many would describe as romantic, the sticky circumstances warmed their hearts. No matter what or whom they were doing, irrespective of their differences, they truly did care for one another. Only time would tell if they’d make wild flings with zebras a regular thing, though they were both sure of one thing - as long as they were together, they’d be having one heck of a good time…
> Epilogue
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Sprawled upon his expansive bed, Okuta chuckled softly. The past couple of weeks had been filled with lecherous bounties, conquests that he earned through sheer carnal might. Now, he had time to savor the fruits of his labor, glancing down and basking in the sensations accosting him. A sextet of mares lay on or against him, quietly moaning and praising him as they lavished him with affection, though two of them hadn’t always been the way they were now. His eyes swept from his right side to his left, bringing a broad smile to his face.

Leech, Kennel, Kara, Fenris, Bezou, and even Czu had asked to spend the night with him, yet he hadn’t had the heart to select only one of them to share his bed with - as such, he’d opted to invite all six over. They were all ecstatic to hear the news, more than happy to serve their Master alongside their fellow slaves, and that eagerness they had was being shown now. A trio of muzzles kissed and licked his chest, two more lapped at his nethers, and a sixth was driven under his balls to worship his rear, as his guests paid him thanks for all the gifts he’d given. They were moving in a rotation, each one desperate to savor every last inch of his body, and he allowed them to indulge themselves in such.

Fenris and Czu were stallions no longer, their bodies having happily been metamorphosed into mares through the use of powerful potions and exotic magics. They had thanked him countless times for properly erasing the stallions they once were, more than joyful with their new lives as true mares, but that was far from the most glaring change suffered by the ponies. Each member of his harem had grown heavy with foal - an inevitable outcome from being constantly bred, and the sight of their swollen bellies, full bosoms, and striped hides warmed the depths of his heart. Their plumper forms came with increased libido, the prospect of each of them becoming mothers driving them into a frenzy of lust.

Lust they dedicated to him, forever and always now.

His forehooves drifted downward to knead and caress the soft, yielding asses of Kennel and Leech. They’d been the ones who’d kicked everything off, the first members of his soon to be founded tribe, and he’d be lying if he hadn’t developed a soft spot for the pair of lovers. He knew they were still a couple, taking amusement when they flirted and warmed one another up for him, although they knew who they belonged to.

Kennel was a shadow of the smug little mare she once was. That first night he fucked her senseless had sealed her fate, leaving her to be conquered and bred for the rest of her days. It took a fair amount of time, but she had been broken properly. She knew her place, and her side comments, lack of respect, and more had been properly struck down. With his foal growing in her belly, any chance of her previous, less desirable traits resurfacing had been permanently sundered. All that was left was a docile, pregnant tool for him to use and fuck. Her skills were of use, and she made for a proper fleshlight on top of the amorous blends she could create.

Leech had been the more accepting of the two, even all the way back when he first conquered them both. A part of him told him she always wanted this, remembering back when she questioned when he’d bless either her or Kennel with a foal. She had thought she had a semblance of control, claiming she would become his favorite, though the slutty, confident mare she was had been fucked into oblivion - leaving her desperate and needy for his mere touch. She had thought she’d have a morsel of power, relying on her countless lewd experiences to keep her mind sane, but she had been broken beyond anything she’d experienced before, leaving her to be finally properly claimed.

The knowledge of them being lovers, yet his dedicated broodmares as well, always sent a surge of excitement to his loins. His lust had matched their love, and they committed themselves to each other and him with everything they had. Their quirky relationship did make for a powerful pair of sluts, and they united time and time again to remind him of just how perfect sex slaves they truly were. 

“Kiss for me,” he quietly intoned, prompting the duo to peer at one another.

They pushed themselves up, each having laid on an opposite side of him. They paused for a brief moment, licking their lips and throwing one another sultry gazes, before they leaned toward one another. 

“Of course, Master~” they moaned in unison, snickering to themselves as their muzzles grew closer.

Their lips met, their tongues entwined, and a soft moan sailed to his ears. They really were cute, although he wouldn’t deny taking joy from the two former adventurers he’d taken as concubines. Shifting his head to the side, he peered under Kennel’s belly and to his loins.

“You two,” he continued, drawing Fenris and Kara’s eyes up to his face, “come here and present.”
 
Fenris and Kara stood and turned, both begrudgingly seizing making out with his dick. Trotting past their companions, moving in tandem, they faced away from him, leaned forward, pressed their chests to the mattress, and flagged their tails while flicking their lustful juices over his chest. The sight of their slavering marehoods, winking and leaking uncontrollably, sent blood rushing to his loins. Their round, gravid forms, with their much larger bosoms hanging delectably below them were sights to behold - marking just how far they had fallen. 

Kara’s well built body had been fit for that of a warrior, but a warrior she no longer was. Her ass had grown plumper, her tits ballooned, her thighs thickened, and her belly had grown upon her impregnation, all marking the destruction of the mare she once was. Her smug, determined nature had been her downfall, though had made for an exciting challenge. With each and every visit she and her lover made to his home, more and more of what she was had been erased. That competitive spirit of hers morphed into an addiction to his cock, and it led to the day she broke. Swearing herself to him, yielding and proclaiming him as her Master, her fate had been laid out for her. She may have conquered countless foes and monsters alike as a warrior, but the nail in her coffin had been his titanic length besieging her insides, and she could never get enough of what he had to offer. She knew he was better, she knew he was everything, and now she was more than happy to be his glorified fleshlight for as long as she lived. 

Not only that, but it was deliciously ironic to see her paired with her former coltfriend.

To her side, her marefriend swayed her hips from side to side, glancing back at her Master. Fenris had made for a stupendous mare, even better than when she was a misguided stallion. The comely stud should’ve seen it coming, a body like his was asking to be conquered, and Okuta had been generous enough to show him the light. What started as a quick swing with their friends led to the erasure of his masculinity, now leading a life as a foal factory alongside his lover. The addition of a second, drooling hole, and a pair of milk dripping tits, had increased the pegasus’ appeal by a large measure. She had always been a mare, but she was now a true one, and her gravid status only furthered that statement. Her arcane skills allowed her to add flavor to her services to him, abandoning any powerful, offensive magics to solely study and focus on lustful ones. Okuta couldn’t deny his fondness for the bitch, after all, though Ike had knocked up Czu, he’d personally put a foal in Fenris - and claiming a former stallion in such a way added an element of arousal beyond explanation.

“Shake your asses, sluts,” he calmly directed. “Thank me for showing you how foolish you were thinking you were meant to be ‘adventurers’.”

There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in either of them, as they dumbly giggled and did as told. They pivoted their hips, motioning their rumps up and down, allowing him to bask in the sound of their thickened flanks clapping. Their rumps jiggled with each mere motion, their pregnancy only furthering the sexual nature they held, and they were more than happy to appease his request.

“Thank you, Master~” Kara groaned, spewing her marish juices onto the bed and his torso.

“For showing us what we were made for,” Fenris followed, her tits bouncing below her as she eagerly obeyed her Master.

They both exchanged glances with one another, giggling once more as they eyed each other’s rears. They had once been experienced, clever adventurers, but the constant breeding and degradation had withered away that part of them, leaving them as nothing short of his dumb bitches - a development Okuta was rather fond of.

Kara and Fenris were nothing like they’d once been, having abandoned their love of adventure in exchange for being his pets. The couple still loved one another, so far as he could tell, yet he had no doubt that they would give anything to stay by his side.

Glancing down, past Kennel and Leech still making out, Okuta caught sight of his last two slaves moving. Bezou had moved from lavishing his backdoor to dutifully suckling on his nuts, while Czu had moved away from kissing his chest, happily beginning to throat his cock with fury.

The succubus, once a prideful, all powerful being of sensual delights and eldritch fury, was now a shell of what she once was. Her status as a demon of lust had foolishly led her to believe she was an unstoppable, unbearable force when it came to carnal affairs, yet that belief had led her to her ultimate downfall. Though magic from both Fenris and Kennel was needed to break her, accompanied by plenty of teasing from Kara and Leech, when her mind gave in, she never returned to her former self. That night spelt the end of her life as a dominant demoness, morphing her into a cumdump, a cocksleeve, and a foal factory for him. Gravid with his foals, allowing her Master to be the first stallion in her endless lifetime to claim her womb, she fulfilled her role as a slave to the fullest. Though she had endless power herself, knowing he had shattered her mind, and impregnated her soon after, was the most pleasurable thing he imagined she could offer. She had threatened him in his own home back then, but now it wasn’t uncommon for him to be greeted home by her flanks clapping together as she shook her ass in an attempt to satisfy him.   

“You spent ages foolishly thinking you had control,” Okuta intoned, glowering down at her. “When deep down you were just a slut waiting to be conquered.”

An audible pop rang out as Bezou released one of his nuts from her mouth, before she licked her lips and eyed him. “Bezou is so sorry, Master!” she giggled, kissing his balls gingerly. “The creature she once was was a stupid bitch, but you erased her and showed Bezou her place!”

“And what is that place?” he questioned, gliding his hooves along Kara and Fenris’ winking cunts.

“To obey and serve you, Master!” she happily answered, giggling dumbly once again. “Bezou is your worthless, cumdump, breeding bitch! That’s all she is!”

He simply nodded in response, prompting her smile to widen as she dove back down onto his sack and hungrily slurped on it. She was a pathetic shadow of what she once was - good.

Finally, Okuta turned his attention upwards, catching sight of the other former stud hungrily throating his entire length with ease. Czu wasn’t a stallion he had found and broken himself, having to give that credit to both Ike and Fenris, but he certainly was able to savor the pony’s value as a slave - her only value. He had met her a scant few times before her metamorphosis into a mare, but even then he could easily tell she was made for this life. The comely, petite stallion she was had clearly been made to be conquered, undeserving of his body when he had been so lowly. A fat ass and fuckable face were the only thing that had carried over from her false, previous existence, now adorning better additions. That drooling cunt of hers was a welcome addition, almost always winking and ready, and those plump, milk-filled, tits of hers were all thanks to the endless loads Ike had pumped into the little mare’s womb.

“Isn’t it better like this?” Okuta asked, raising a brow at her.

Czu slowly rose up, gliding her tongue along the underside of her shaft before releasing it and taking a sharp breath. “Of course! I was always meant to be a fucktoy for big, strong, perfect creatures like you! I’m going to give you and my Daddy so many foals!” 

She was nearly giddy in her response, shaking excitedly and quickly resuming blowing him. She wasn’t as obedient to him as the others, but that only made sense. Where these five were his property, she was Ike’s loving and obedient wife. Okuta planned to wed a mare soon, or rather, wed all of his mares. His people believed in claiming multiple partners, and with five broken bitches on him at all times, he’d ensure to wed them each. From creatures filled with confidence, goals, and free will, to his mindless, broken, pregnant wives for all of time.

And it was perfect.

Savoring the sights before him once again, feeling and hearing the dutiful servitude of his entire collection, he smirked. Spreading his legs, clearing his throat and drawing all of their attention, he waggled a hoof before him and ushered them away. Understanding what he meant, all six of them scurried towards the foot of the bed, before all hungrily glancing down at his slickened, throbbing cock.

Shaking his head and chuckling, finding their state as adorable as it was hot, he licked his lips and eyed all six pregnant mares.

“So, who wants it first?~”