Death By Snu Snu!

Cheerilee paused as she saw an all too familiar from her old friend, Mayor Mare. The two were just at the bar, enjoying the night off, drinking admittedly one too many batches of cider, and it had been enjoyable so far. But the look now warned of danger, of college, and most importantly.

Zebras.

She glanced towards the way that her friend was looking, and licked her lips as she saw the three foreigners walking in. All well muscled, all in tight jeans and shirts, just to show off those rippling muscles, and young. “Shame we aren’t our younger selves, isn’t it, May?”

Mayor Mare didn’t really hear Cheerilee though as one of her hands came over her bosom, and gave one of her massive mounds a firm squeeze. She was only focused on the zebra in the middle of hsi group. He was almost a foot taller than the others, had chosen to wear no shirt to show off those rippling muscles, and his jeans… She licked her lips, staring at the outline on his leg that went all the way down to his knee.

Most nights, she would just look longingly, and reminisce on the years of past. Of wild parties, parachute pants, and wen virile stallions would come to see her. Tonight, the brandy in between her hands muddled those thoughts, coaxing her to remember those days as her older self. Saying that she could do what she used to.

Cheerilee literally snapped her out of it, and she blinked to see the teacher’s fingers in front of her face, and she blushed as she pulled away her hand from her breast. Cheerilee shook her head as she watched her friend take another sip of her drink, knowing what her friend had been thinking. “Hey, remember, there’s no reason he would be interested in someone like us. Hence why we drink.”

Mayor Mare tried to share in her friends smile, but she was right, and that hurt. The years had taken their toll on her body. It now sagged in the worst places, her breasts sagged anytime they were left unsupported, and even the best bras couldn’t make up for an aged frame. One look at her, and she knew anypony would say over fifty, easily.

She lifted her brandy, before throwing it back, drinking the rest, almost half of the glass, in one drink, before slamming back. As she slumped forward, she allowed herself one last look at the group. Two of them, the betas, were chuckling, and jabbing their leader in the sides, probably for saying something outrageous. He would probably thump them in a moment, and they would share another heart laugh.

The thump never came though. Instead, when she looked to the one in the middle, he simply kept smiling, with his eyes locked on… hers. Her breath almost caught in her throat as she straightened up, and her body began to shake. Why was he looking at her?

“Something wrong May?”

Mayor Mare glanced at Cheerilee, before trying to subtly gesture to the table with the virile zebra sitting at it, and hissing out, “Why are they looking over here?”

Cheerilee’s eyes narrowed at the question, before she sipped her own martini and let out an exasperated sigh. “They probably just look like they’re looking over here, as they’re table kind of lends to that being so. Not only that, but even if they were, it’s probably to just be-”

"Excuse me.” Both mares froze to look at the waitress that stood before them. The mare swallowed hard, feeling the anger that radiated off of Cheerilee, who could still remember teaching the young mare before them, and the sadness off of the mayor of the town. However, she had a job, and so placed a glass of Zebrican scotch and a letter in front of Mayor Mare. “This is from the nice gentleman over there.”

Both mares were silent for a moment, before, without even looking at the leader of the zebras, Mayor Mare snatched up the note, and read it. With every word her face became redder, but her mind seemed to be locked on more and more the ideas being stated in it. But if she did what the note said…

She looked now to the table, ignoring the warnings that Cheerilee was trying to give her as she looked to the leader, whose name was apparently Jack. Looking at his pecs though, she couldn’t help but think Jacked would be better. He was sipping his beer, but the raised eyebrow gave her all the prodding she needed. He was asking if she would accept the challenge, and, as she downed the gifted drink, she made her mind up.

In the next moment, by whobbling hooves, and stumbling past a couple other tables, she came to be right in front of the three. The two zebras on his side were joking about the fact that she came, but Jack made no such joke. All he did let show was a cocky grin. A grin that told her that he knew what he wanted, and that he would get it. And tonight, she didn’t mind if that were the case.

He sipped his beer one more time, before leaning back, and spreading his arms over the booth’s edges. His voice was deep and authoritative, letting her know he was used to getting his way, and sent shivers down her spine. The words were even better. “Look, I’m a busy guy, so, here is the deal. I like older mares, especially those with big tits like you, but I also like to be rough. So, I’ll give you the next week of my time, destroying every part of you, so long as you prove that you’re able to take what I give out tonight. Sound good?”

The authority was intoxicating to her as her body trembled at the words. That, or it was that the intoxication she already had was numbing everything except her sex drive. Not that either mattered, not when she could only answer with, “Yes,” no matter what.

Jack nodded at the confirmation, a cocky grin spreading over his face as a loud zipping could be heard. The zebras next to him raised their eyebrows, before chuckling, and nodding with their own approval. Any ponywhore that Jack got was probably comething they could get sloppy seconds on, and as lackies, they didn’t really mind just getting that much.

Their leader still got first shot, and pointed to his crotch. “Then, my little bitch, I think you’ll see your task under the table. If you can get it to go down, well, then you get your reward, got it?”

Now it was Mayor Mare’s turn to raise an eyebrow. While she was old, intoxicated, and her self esteem was currently at a very low point in her life, she was not about to take such a challenge lying down. Sure, if he was packing the heat she had seen earlier, it would be hard to do it as she liked the most, but get it off? She smiled and whispered, “Yes, master,” before slipping underneath the table.

With her hands and knee firmly against the wood of the bar, and her ass presenting itself in her slacks to everypony else in the place, she laid her eyes upon that which she had wanted so much. The hulking zebra meat that already started twitching upwards in anticipation of her attention. She smiled, ready for it, and her body shook as she tried to remember if she had ever taken one so big.

Jack chuckled as he felt the soft fingers of the newest pony slut caress the underside of his cock. She was probably trying to still figure out how best to handle his girth, like all the others he had ever done this to, and he raised three fingers to his bros. She was hot, but her enthusiasm lacked a little oo- “Oh holy Harmony!”

While he was thinking of her as some innocent, sloppy old mare, Mayor Mare had simply been getting herself ready. Taking in the rhythm of the throbbing member, finding its peculiar ridges, and, most importantly, losing herself to the scent. The musk that drove her insane, even to this day. If she had sobered up right then, it would have been too late.

And then, she gave herself her treat, and swallowed at least three fourths of his cock in one bob of her head. The reaction from the young man, used to drunk sorority girls, was a damn near heart attack. It only became worse as her tongue found those same ridges she had mapped before, and she swallowed. Each pulse of her throat that teased his cock also came with more and more suction, begging for his cock to come, and flood her with his semen.

Mayor Mare didn’t want to let him go so easily, not after he questioned her abilities. So, she reached forward with one of her hands, and squeezed it down with all of her might. She was rewarded with a slam above her head, and more of his salty, delicious precum trickling down her throat.

Finally though, she did have to breath, and she could feel her tracea try to push against his cock as she tried to breath through her nose, so, she tried to pull away.

Jack, not realizing what was going on, could only feel as her throat became tighter with each moment, and the fact that her sudden rush of his balls were enough to make him come to the brink already. To have her leave, right as he was about to, even with the vice grip on his balls she had, was simply unacceptable.

So, he reached forward, grabbed the mare by the back of her head, and pulled her in. Mayor Mare’s eyes widened as her gag reflex started being overloaded, and she realized what was going on. He was going to cum, and she was going to get his full, hot load. That, or she could throw up right now, get him off of her, and breathe again.

Or, she could get both, and simply drain him dry, a thought that made her almost cum.

Mayor Mare knuckled down, even as she felt her lungs burned, and sucked. Her lips were a vice around his cock, and she submitted herself to every, last inch. It burned, but it was a good burn to her. In fact, if this failed, then at least her muzzle would be buried deep into his balls, fully succumbed to that scent as the last she would enjoy.

Jack, unaware to how dire the situation, was sweating bullets by now, panting as he stared at the table. His mind was gripped by fear, realizing that this was one of those mares that were known as a stallion breaker. One who would drain you dry, and leave you so thoroughly fucked that you felt like you were dying. And if he came, he would be all hers for the next week.

Against a practical vacuum though, it was a losing battle, and he screamed to the entire bar as he gave in. At least, if he died from what was to come, he would die fucking.

These same words were running through Mayor Mare’s head as her mind became fuzzy, and thoughts of what she was even do started distancing themselves from her. All she knew was that she tasted ambrosia as it slipped down her throat. Each new spasm of the long rod that choked her meant more and more of it. She wouldn’t be surprised if her corpse were bloated with the cum afterwards.

She blinked, spots coming to her eyes as her muscles began to relax. She could feel him continuing to cum, feel his hand forcing her all the way to his base as her arms hung limply at her sides. And, in her drunken stupor, she tried to smile at all of this, because the knowledge that, for once in her life, she beat her younger self at something, even if it was with her last breath.