Earning His Stripes

Mike pushed open the door to the Whisper studio, not surprised to find it empty. He’d arrived early this time, well-rested and ready for filming; sometime during the past few months, Mike had realized that he was taking his new side gig seriously.

He couldn’t quite figure out when the shift in mentality had occurred. Back on Earth, his fantasies of big-dicked women had been just that: fantasies. He’d never seriously considered trying to indulge them. Never even asked a girlfriend to penetrate him with a finger, much less a strap-on.

And he could honestly say that his emigration to Equestria wasn’t motivated by the allure of dickmares. He didn’t even know they existed until his cross-world transfer had been approved and he was going through the online orientation document. He still remembered how his jaw dropped - and his dick stiffened - when he came to the page on “Equestrian Hermaphroditism.” The document’s tone had stayed fairly clinical, but the images it stirred up in Mike’s mind had been extremely saucy.

Even after he’d settled in Canterlot, he’d kept thinking of himself as a “normal” guy with particular tastes in porn. And of course his porn horizons had broadened once he had access to the pony internet; in his off hours, he perused porn videos featuring gorgeous mares with cocks of all sizes, sharing the screen with mares, stallions, or other dickmares like themselves. And as immigration into Equestria continued, more and more of those videos began to feature human co-stars.

Mike slowly found his tastes zeroing in on videos that depicted big, powerful dickmares fucking young, slim guys… guys who looked like him. And confessing that fact to Chris, a fellow human immigrant, was what eventually got him talked into co-starring in a porno with two beautiful, hung zebra mares.

And it had been an almost religious experience, tasting and feeling that immense zebra cock. He’d never come so hard, or so many times; he’d never been dominated and penetrated and filled like that… and he’d never felt so desired as he did when those hard-dicked mares looked him over. And the rush of being desired hadn’t stopped when the cameras finished rolling; the studio had gotten back with him later in the week, informing him that his video had done incredible numbers and practically begging him to come back.

And now, the nervous amateur was on his way to becoming a pro. He was up to one shoot a week now, with a rotating cast of co-stars… although the audience seemed to like seeing him paired with zebras. And Mike wanted to make his audience happy; the demographic data showed that his videos were popular with dickmare viewers, and knowing that mares were beating their meat while they watched him get fucked… well, that was a pretty good feeling.

He’d gone the extra mile for today’s shoot, and he felt pretty sure the audience would appreciate it. After receiving assurances that it wouldn’t be “like, culturally insensitive or something,” he’d found a salon that specialized in full-body colorations and had stripes painted all over him, giving himself a zebra aesthetic from head to toe. Under his winter clothes - which he stripped off and tucked away in an oak dresser beside the studio’s wide blue bed - he wore nothing but tight black panties.

Experimentally, he rubbed the back of his wrist on a corner of the bedsheet, trying to see if the paint would rub off. The mare at the salon had told him the bodypaint was magically sealed, designed specifically to only come off in a shower or bath. It seemed to work; his wrist didn’t leave a mark on the bedding, and the stripe on his skin didn’t smudge. Satisfied, he flopped onto the bed and sprawled out in a sexy pose; the studio’s cameras, which had automatically turned on when he entered the room, caught him from all angles, picking up images that might make for a nice thumbnail.

But right now, Mike was more concerned with pleasing his co-stars, who were set to arrive any minute. And sure enough, the door soon swung open, and in stepped not one, not two, but four big, strong, and wonderfully hung zebras. Two he recognized, and two he didn’t… all of them taller, stronger, and better-hung than him. Since his first shoot, all of his co-stars had been bigger all around than he was; that’s how the audience liked it, and that was how Mike liked it too.

The zebras were mostly bare, with nothing on their bodies but the black veils that covered their cocks and the stripes they’d been born with. Mike’s first porno shoot had also been his first chance to get up close and personal with an Equestrian zebra, and they’d made a pretty big impression on him. In his fantasies, in his dreams, he’d see the way those black and white stripes embraced the curves of their firm breasts and the bulges of their powerful muscles. And that obsession had been the seed of his little plan to show up to a shoot with stripes of his own.

On his first shoot, he’d been surprised to see that his co-stars were zebras; this time it was the zebras’ turn to be surprised. As soon as they saw him lying on the bed, they were all over him, stroking his limbs, his bare chest, his thighs… four sets of hands were pressing their fingers into his skin, trying in vain to smudge the stripes painted on him. Four sets of eager eyes traced the lines of his body, a couple of them settling on tight black panties and the stiffening cock inside it. Two of the zebras - one he recognized from his first shoot, and one he didn’t - pressed their smiling faces against his crotch and breathed in the intoxicating scent of a human male.

...Well, some mares found it intoxicating, anyway. Some just acted like it was, for the sake of the cameras and the horny online audience. The two zebras with their faces buried in his crotch seemed to like his scent well enough, though - and one of them liked it so much, she reached a hand out to grab his cock. Mike’s dick was never the star of the show; compared to the cocks of the mares who fucked him, it was merely cute. But they did like to give it a little attention, and to watch it cum; seeing him blow his load again and again was a sign they were doing things right.

“I’m pleasantly surprised to find that humans come in stripéd kinds,” said the zebra holding his cock. Mike didn’t recognize her; he’d been told she was a friend and colleague of Zulna and Zavara, his first two co-stars.

“So quick to trust in painted stripes,” said Zavara, still stroking his inner thigh. “There’s simply no such human types.”

“My praises to the painter’s art,” said Zulna, whose strong fingers were kneading his bicep. “You’re fit to steal a zebra’s heart.” In their first role together, Mike hadn’t really gotten to “know” Zulna; she’d given all her attention to Chris. Her affectionate act wasn’t fooling Mike, though; he saw the way she’d fucked Chris, and he knew exactly what he was in for.

“My cock’s too hard, I can wait no more,” said the fourth zebra, stroking herself with one hand. “Let’s have some fun with our human whore!” This was another mare that Mike hadn’t met. Her devious, toothy grin was probably just for show - just for the cameras - but it made Mike shiver with fearful arousal.

“So, human...” said Zavara. She gripped Mike’s chin with her thumb and forefinger and turned his head to look straight at her. “You tried to make yourself into a zebra stallion, I see. It is not too convincing… but the result is enticing nonetheless. You have the thick, noble stripes of a zebra, and the willowy frame of a boyish human.”

“But if you are trying to look like a zebra stallion, darling human…” cooed Zulna, “then we must treat you like a one. Azell, if the four of us were sharing a zebra stallion, what would we do with him?”

The mare who had called him a “whore” took on a thoughtful expression. “A zebra stallion who chose to make himself the plaything of four futa mares?” she said. “This suggests a large appetite. And if he chose us, then he must love mares with powerful bodies and long, thick cocks.”

“I agree,” said Zavara, running her fingers over her ebony shaft. “I was the human’s first futa mare, and I was as gentle as a summer breeze when I fucked his tight little human bottom. I thought I was doing him a kindness, but it seems that he wishes us to be rough with him.”

Mike remembered that scene differently. He remembered getting fucked senseless by Zavara, coming over and over again. He’d been totally at her mercy; long after his balls should have been empty, her pounding, pistoning cock had the power to make him cum. If she'd fucked him any harder or any longer, Mike had said, he would have jizzed his soul right out the tip of his cock and he'd be fucking dead.

And now these four zebras were conspiring to fuck him even harder than that. Of course, that was partly just porno banter, to get the audience excited... but Mike was pretty sure Zavara meant what she was saying. These four strong, beautiful mares were going to give it to him hard and deep, losing themselves in the act of fucking. They would see his stripes and forget they were dealing with a fragile little human. They would give him all the force and passion and cum they would give a zebra stallion.

It was exactly what Mike had signed up for. His cock throbbed in his shorts, leaking pre onto the dark fabric. “Are we correct, human?” asked Zavara. “Did you don these stripes so that you could experience our cocks more deeply?”

“Fuck yes,” groaned Mike, reaching a hand underneath the veil of the fourth zebra, the one whose name he still didn’t know. Past the dark veil that covered her crotch, Mike’s fingers gripped something firm, rounded, and pulsing with warmth. Just one of the zebra’s balls was enough to fill his hand, and he squeezed it gently, stroking the tight, velvety skin of her nutsack and imagining the thick, creamy load she would pump into him.

He worked his hand up to the base of her shaft, squeezing the hot, thickening flesh in his fingers. “Fuck, I love marecock,” he said; like his co-stars, he was speaking partly for the benefit of the cameras, but his words came from the heart. “I love zebra cock. Mmph, those big black dicks…” He turned to look into the eyes of the mare whose cock he was groping. “What’s your name?” he asked. “What do I scream when you bust a big zebra nut in my asshole?”

“I’m Ozura,” said the mare, squirming pleasurably in his grip.

“You may find it difficult to scream her name, human stallion,” said Zavara. “Your mouth will be just as busy as your bottom. In fact… I think we should put that mouth to work right now. Azell, you and I will start with his mouth. Ozura, since his gentle fingers are already caressing your cock, let him stroke you off. And Zulna, he’ll use his other hand for you.

Letting go of Ozura’s cock for the moment, Mike sat up at the foot of the bed, where Zavara and Azell assembled in front of him. The other two sat beside him on the bed, their bare bottoms pressing their warmth against his as their weight settled beside him. In front of him, Zavara and Azell towered over him, their cocks lifting up their black loincloths as they rose. When they stood fully firm, the tips of both cocks were precisely at face level, the wide jet-black flares just inches from his lips. He stared into their slits, hoping to see the gleam of a little zebra precum - but their dicks were still dry. If he wanted to taste marecum, he'd have to earn it.

“You have become a slut,little human,” said Zavara, leaning her hips forward to brush the tip of her cock against his lips. “I am proud to be the one who turned you into a worshipper of cock, but I miss the frightened boy I fucked back on that first day.”

“I can't help it,” said Mike. “I fell in love with marecocks.” He leaned forward and kissed her cock, lingering on the firm flared tip. Eyes closed, lips pressed against her flare, he slowly breathed in, filling his nose with the rich musk of her cock. “I love the way they feel and the way they taste… I can't be afraid of something I love so much.”

“A pleasing answer,” said Zavara, “I suppose if I want to see you tremble, I will just have to be much rougher with you.” She thrust her hips, bumping the tip against his closed lips. “Now suck, little striped human. Me and Azell both.”

Zavara and Azell got as close to Mike’s mouth as they could. It wasn't easy; between the two of them, the mares took up a great deal of space. Shoulder-do-shoulder, their round, striped tits pressed against one another, and their wide hips were even closer together. They both aimed their cocks at his mouth, angling them so that each one could just barely touch the corners of his lips.

Mike leaned forward, opening his jaw as wide as he could, and took both cocks into his mouth. There was no way to give a proper blowjob to two cocks at once, of course; even if they both entered at a convenient angle, his mouth would still be overstuffed from the combined girth. Giving a double blowjob wasn't really about maximizing pleasure, though - it was about surrendering to strong mares and their thick ebony cocks, letting them do whatever they wanted with him. His own desires seemed to fade away; all he wanted was to pleasure as many marecocks as he possibly could.

And he hadn't forgotten about the two mares sitting beside him; he hardly could forget them, with the way their bare tits were pressed up against his sides. He took both their cocks in his hands, moaning through his overstuffed mouth as he felt their warmth. He squeezed them gently, feeling his way up their length, running his fingertips across the their thick medial rings. He lovingly circled their flares with his fingers, then pressed his thumbs onto their slits. A drop of warm wetness met the tip of each thumb, a sign that his touch was doing its job.

He sucked both of the cocks in his mouth as best he could, running his tongue over the thick cumveins and surrounding the wide flares with his lips. He groaned in frustration as he tried to take them deeper; he wanted both cocks jammed in deep, fucking his throat, shooting their loads deep into his belly. That was barely possible even with one marecock, but reality couldn’t stop him from fantasizing.

(Of course, in a world with magic, “reality” wasn’t as concrete as it was on earth. He’d never done a porno shoot with anything magical - aside from the floating crystal cameras - but there were certainly possibilities.)

“How do you like our stripey human’s mouth, Azell?” said Zavara. “You have such a large and lovely cock, I am sure he is already in love with it.” She put her arm around Azell, cupping her breast and circling the nipple with her finger.

“We are too large for him, you and I,” said Azell. “But I can sense his enthusiasm.” She reached an arm behind Zavara, groping her thick, striped asscheeks. “Since you have praised my cock, Zavara, could I have a moment to give it to him properly?”

“We should take his feelings into account,” said Zavara. She leaned her ass into Azell’s hand, sighing with pleasure. “Stripey little human, do you want Azell’s thick black cock to fuck your mouth?”

“Please,” groaned Mike, his voice muffled by cock.

“That sounded like a yes to me,” said Zavara, stepping back and withdrawing her cock from Mike’s mouth. “Do not neglect your handjobs, little human… but give your whole mouth to Azell and her cock.”

Mike didn’t have to be told twice. Still gliding his fingers up and down the two cocks he was stroking, he leaned forward to take as much of Azell’s cock as he could. Being unable to take two cocks deeply into his mouth had been frustrating, and now that one thick shaft of zebra meat was sliding over his tongue, that frustration was melting away. Nothing felt better in Mike’s mouth than a girthy serving of marecock; the feel and smell and taste of each cock was a banquet for the senses, a sampling of superior virility that he was privileged to receive.

Mike took care to slick up every inch of Azell’s shaft, dragging his tongue up and down every point he could reach. The edges of her wide flare scraped against the roof of his mouth, challenging his gag reflex each time he attempted to take it deeper. He wanted it deeper; he wanted to feel his throat get fucked until he felt hot zebra cream warming his belly… but his throat couldn’t handle something that big. And besides, mares liked to see a cute little human gagging on cock the way he was now.

Mike stomach grumbled as his mouth worked on Azell’s fat black shaft; he’d come hungry, anticipating a full meal of zebra spunk. It wasn’t food, exactly, but nothing made him feel more nourished than a hot load from a massive marecock. His first time on a shoot, he hadn’t gotten a taste of Zavara’s cum - but many shoots since then had given him the chance to catch marecum in his throat or lick it off his face. The taste had been everything he’d hoped; the musky, salty-sweet taste had satisfied a hunger he hadn’t known he had. The first time he’d swallowed a full load, it had been so delicious, so magical, that he’d asked his partner if she’d enchanted it with some sort of aphrodisiac spell - or a spell that made substances addictive. She’d found that very funny, as had the viewers.

Azell groaned and placed a hand on Mike’s head, pulling him closer. “You are bringing me close, little man,” she said. “My big black zebra balls mave much to give you… this load… mmph… will be the first of many!” Her hips jerked, bucking forward so hard that her flare became lodged in his throat. He struggled and groaned involuntarily - but when the first thick jet of cum splashed in his throat and began to drip down to his belly, he felt himself relax. Every nerve in his body, from his tongue down to his cock, was electrified by the taste of her skin and the warmth of her load.

Azell pulled out, jerking her hips to get her flare free from his throat. Mike gasped, starting to speak - but Zavara was there in a flash, plugging up his mouth with her cock. The shape of it felt familiar; it was the first marecock he’d ever touched, a shaft whose heat and shape and power had turned a simple fetish into a life-changing cock addiction.

“Ahh, your eager mouth and your nimble tongue are once again romancing my flesh,” moaned Zavara. She ran a hand down her body, stroking one thick black nipple as her fingers descended her striped curves and came to rest on the crown of Mike’s head. “There is such hunger, such love for my stallionhood, in your little human mouth… this time, I will give you the cum that you so desire.” Her free hand cupped her balls, testing their weight. “Ohh, I have such a load for you, darling human… your handsome stripes have set my balls to churning, and I desire to couple with you, to mark you, to make you mine…”

Zavara’s cock twitched against the roof of Mike’s mouth, heralding the onset of climax. Mike prided himself on being a damn good cocksucker, a skill he’d honed over months of being a part-time slut for marecock. Last time, Zavara had pulled out before he’d made her cum, but thsi time he knew what he was doing. Even with both hands still working two other cocks, he knew how to tease and please the zebra dong in his mouth; his tongue caressed the cumvein, flicked at the medial ring, and swirled around the flare’s circumference, making the stiff shaft’s jerky motions grow more powerful, more frequent. Each twitch released another tantalizing pump of pre - and then finally it wasn’t pre, but a full-blown load from Zavara’s big zebra nutsack, blasting against the back of his throat, overflowing his mouth even as he gulped it down as quick as he could.

Zavara pulled out, spilling the last of her load over Mike’s chin as she withdrew. And Zulna didn’t even give him a chance to lick it up before she was inside him; as soon as his mouth was unoccupied, she stood up, pulling her cock out of his grip and jamming it between his lips. “Ooh, so much better than your little human fingers,” groaned Zulna, slowly humping his face. “You did a fine enough job tugging my dick, little human, but your mouth is so loving… I am happy to feel your touch, and I hope my cock is just as pleasing to you.”

It was. Mike’s jaw was getting a little sore, but he was willing to put his body through far worse than that in service of marecocks. Being stretched, pounded, and bruised by strong, beautiful mares and their giant cocks was part of what he loved about being in porn. When he surrendered himself to bodies with such power and size, even a gentle fucking would be rough on his little human body… and these zebras, while not cruel, were anything but gentle. And their appetites weren’t nearly sated; Zavara and Azell were already stroking their cocks, keeping them hard for whatever they had in mind next, as they watched Mike start on his third cock of the night.

Zulna’s cock quickly began to throb with arousal. His handjob had done a lot to warm her up, and it wouldn’t take much for his mouth to get her over the finish line. He ran his tongue along the underside of her shaft, tasting the skin of her thick cumvein, until he felt it bulge with a powerful flow of zebra jizz. He leaned his body forward, positioning Zulna’s cockhead at the back of his throat so that it would shoot directly down his throat. He would have liked to taste her cum, to hold it in his mouth and savor it, but he knew she would shoot like a geyser and he didn’t want to waste a drop. Letting her cum right down his throat was the safest way to ensure her got all of it. When her climax was nearly done, he closed his mouth tighter, trying to keep her inside him until her orgasm had run its course.

But Ozura wanted her turn, and she pushed Zulna aside before thrusting her cock into Mike’s open mouth. “You stripey human slut,” she grunted, “You teased my mighty zebra cock with your supple fingers… but did not make me cum. You are cute,” she said, with a thrust that brought her flare to the back of his throat, “But you are a weakling, and your hands lack the strength to pleasure my fat cock. From now on I will control the pace of our coupling, human. I will fuck your throat until my load joins the churning lake of cum in your belly.”

Mike gave Ozura an appreciative moan - and while she wasn’t waiting around for his approval, it did embolden her. She pulled back and thrust, ramming her cock against the back of his throat - and the next thrust got her flare lodged inside him, the thick crown of her cock straining against the tightness of his throat. “Ooh, you’re so tight,” Ozura moaned, “Am I a bit too much for you, little human? Fear not, I will be done soon… your tight throat is giving me the most wonderful sensations…”

Mike’s whole body shook with her thrusts; true to her word, Ozura was doing most of the work, but he still did everything he could for her. Licking and sucking at the massive ebony member, lightheaded from his blocked air passage, he felt the tension at the base of his cock begin to reach the breaking point. He hadn’t so much as touched his dick - and neither had any of the zebras - but the pleasure of tasting so much marecock, feeling it throb and spurt inside him, was driving him over the edge. What finally got him was the twitching of Ozura’s cock as she began to cum - the anticipation of her load warming his belly made his cock shoot its wad right into those little black panties.

And as if to assert the superiority of zebra cock over Mike’s little human dick, Ozura came right at that moment, firing the first thick jet of cum down into a belly that was already sloshing with hot seed. But she didn’t stick around to blow her whole load down his throat; she pulled out sharply, withdrawing her cock in one smooth motion and aiming its wide, twitching slit right between Mike’s eyes.

Mike barely had time to close his eyes before the first hot gush of zebra spunk hit him square in the face. His nose, his cheeks, his open mouth all caught the wonderful white stuff as Ozura drenched him in cum. Another splatter hit him, this time from a different angle - and then another, and another, too fast and too voluminous to have come from just one zebra. Mike knew from experience that dickmares ejaculated on a staggering scale, but the ropes of cum splattering against his face were more than a single mare could possibly produce - and and on top of that, they were coming from four different angles. The zebras had all been jerking themselves off as soon as they finished coming down his throat; all consummate professionals, they must have coordinated their orgasms to coat his body in jizz all at once.

With his stomach already sloshing with its swallowed load, Mike wasn’t so upset by “wasted” cum - and so he let himself enjoy the feeling of gallons of jizz slopping onto his body, dripping down from his head and coating his boyish body. “More,” he groaned, “More, more, drown me in cum-”

And he almost did drown in cum - or, at least, his voice was cut off by a jet of mare seed hitting dead-center on the back of his throat, making him cough and sputter to get the thick fluid out of his windpipe. By the time he swallowed it down, the bukkake session had ended, and he felt a warm, slick tongue drag its way over his eyes, licking up the layer of cum that had been covering them. He blinked his eyes open to see Azell smiling at him as she swallowed what she’d licked off of him.

“You are quite a sight, human,” said Zavara. “We four have painted your body white, after you went through so much effort to give yourself those handsome stripes. You’ve made yourself such a pretty little zebra boy, and you look even more delicious now that we have basted you… What do you say, ladies, shall we take a taste of him?”

The other zebras, all in agreement, closed in on Mike and lifted him off the bed. Four sets of arms - particularly arms with as much muscle as theirs - were more than strong enough to support his slim body effortlessly, and they held him up at the level of their tits as they hungrily eyed his cum-glazed body. Ozura’s hand was supporting his butt - a job she clearly enjoyed, given how her fingers kneaded his soft cheeks - and she used that hand to slowly peel away his little black panties, exposing his fully nude, fully striped bodies to the hovering crystal cameras.

And then the zebras made a meal of him, their long, powerful tongues lapping at his skin as he moaned and writhed in their arms. They licked his chest and his face clean of cum - and Ozura even took a moment to lick her way up Mike’s stiff cock, tasting the little load he’d shot inside his panties. He almost came again, then and there; in the presence of four huge, beautiful marecocks, his organ seemed insignificant - and any amount of attention paid to it felt like a blessing.

But Ozura’s act of benevolence was to be the last gentle gesture of the night. Once his body was licked clean, they set his body down on a simple piece of sex furniture that Azell retrieved from beside the bed. It was little more than a tall ottoman, just a comfortable platform with a waterproof red cushion, designed to keep his body at dick height while keeping his arms free.

“You have been our meal, human, and now you will be our centerpiece,” said Zulna. “I am certain we all desire your lovely striped bottom, but alas, there is only room for one mare at a time. So while we each take a turn with your ass, you will keep the others entertained with your supple fingers and your slick tongue. How does that sound, human?”

“It sounds like heaven,” gasped Mike, already gyrating his hips in anticipation of being fucked. “Please, fuck my ass, I need it so bad…”

“We can tell how much you need it, human,” said Azell, as she positioned herself in front of his face. Her cock - still hard after its second enormous orgasm - was pointed right at him, so close that his hot breath grazed its tip. “What must it be like, to live in a world where mares do not have the big, beautiful cocks that you crave? What a blessing that our two worlds can share such pleasures with each other.”

“Yes,” Mike groaned, his lips reaching out towards her tip. He felt the head of another cock poke against the crack of his ass, and two others slapped against the palms of his outstretched hands. “My life was so empty before I first touched a mare’s cock. It’s all I can think about, I need it inside me…”

“Your words make my cock pulse with passion, little human,” said Zulna, “But speak no more, for I have other uses for your mouth.” She stepped forward, plugging Mike’s mouth with her dick. She began to move her hips, starting slow but quickly ramping up to an energetic mouth-fucking. The force of her hips might have pushed him backwards off the platform, if not for the strong hands tightly gripping his ass.

“He is so small,” said a voice Mike recognized as Azell’s. “I cannot hold myself back when I start to fuck a tight bottom… I am not going to break him, am I?” Despite her hesitation, she poked her cock into his crack, separating his cheeks and prodding his asshole.

“Back when his hole was virginal, I did not break him,” said Zavara, whose cock occupied Mike’s left hand. “The little creature is tougher than he looks. I encourage you to hold nothing back. Be as rough as you wish.”

If Mike could speak, he would have begged to be fucked hard. Throughout his budding porn career, mares had been absolutely brutal with him, and no amount of pain had reduced his appetite for roughness. The way climax coursed through his body and burst from his cock when a mare pounded his ass with all her strength… that was worth any amount of pain.

Which is not to say that Azell didn’t make him scream when she hammered her cock into his asshole. His normally sterling blowjob technique was briefly thrown off by a muffled cry, and tears streamed down his face, as the immense flare of the zebra’s cock penetrated his tight pucker. A few heavy breaths brought the world back into focus, and his hands and mouth returned to their work.
“I cannot believe he is so tight,” grunted Azell. “Zavara, your cock was inside him? Truly? I am no bigger than you, am I? I cannot imagine how you fit yourself inside an ass this tight.”

“You must work at it,” said Zavara. “Fight for every inch. It will be worth it; his ass is most heavenly.”

“I can tell already,” said Azell. “Mmh, human males are marvelous creatures, aren’t they? So frial, and yet such perfect vessels for one’s cock…” She pulled her hips back and thrust with such strength that Mike - even after having processed the initial shock - yelled out again. But the thrust did its job; his ass, overpowered, loosened up enough to let in all eight of Azell’s ebony inches.

“Oh my, yes,” groaned Azell. “Now it is time for me to fuck!” With Mike’s ass broken in, she pulled her hips back once more, almost all the way out, and thrust herself in, all the way, so that her big black ballsack smacked against Mike’s striped ass. Mike’s cock - sandwiched between his body and the platform that supported him - shot its second load of the night as he felt Azell’s meatpole fill him up. He’d never succeeded in coming more than once by himself, but mares and their big strong cocks never failed to coax climax after climax from his little human cock.

Not that the mares seemed to notice. They concerned themselves with their own cocks. And as Azell pounded away at Mike’s ass, the other three grew restless, and Ozura put her hand on Azell’s shoulder. “Azell,” she said, “I cannot wait, my cock cries to feel the human’s ass. Let me take my turn, will you?”

“Very well,” grunted Azell, pulling her cock from Mike’s ass. “When I promised to share the human, I did not realize he would be so handsome, or so tight… but I will keep my promise. Shall we rotate?”

The zebras moved clockwise, and Mike - before putting his left hand on Azell’s cock - recalled the spell that True Love, the porn studio’s receptionist, had cast on him before he made his way to the studio. After she’d read the spell off the “magic scroll” - actually just an index card with some Old Equestrian on it - she’d told him that the magic would make his ass “clean enough that I could eat off of it.” And then she’d waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

All of which was to say, Mike could feel fine about putting his hand - and soon enough, his mouth - on Azell’s cock. Ozura took her place behind Mike, clapping her hands hard on his bare ass, and shoving her thick flare between his cheeks. She wasted no time, thrusting herself into him as soon as her tip rested against his pucker, and that one thrust got her inside Mike all the way to her medial ring.

“Ooh, Azell, you loosened him up, didn’t you?” said Ozura. “You and your big thick cock, you made it nice and easy to get inside him… but he is still wonderfully tight.” She thrust again, and Mike’s body jerked as her thick medial ring pushed its way past his asshole. “Zulna, Zavara, I am sorry to say that I intend to ruin his tight little rump. Once I have battered and beaten his sweet bottom, it will be quite loose…” She pulled back and thrust, pounding Mike’s abused ass with inhuman force. His whole body shook - although the two cocks in his hands were thick and rigid enough that he could use them to steady himself. Ozura’s brutal treatment seemed to embolden Zavara, who fucked his mouth with equal force, silencing his pained yelps with her meaty mouthful.

Mike felt another climax ready to hit; his ass loved to be abused, craved the pain that a frenzied mare inflicted on it, and his arousal was spiking. So when Ozura pulled out, he groaned, finding his mouth likewise unoccupied. “No, please, fuck me, I’m so close,” he rasped, “I can’t do it on my own, I need your cocks inside me…”

And the mares were quick to provide what he needed. Zulna, taking her place behind him, rammed her flare into him, delivering a dead-on strike against his prostate and setting off another climax. “Fuck, I’m coming-” he yelled, before Azell plugged his mouth with her cock.

“Ooh, you are marvelous,” said Zulna, who was fucking at full power after the first couple of strokes. “You recall last time I had your friend Chris, and Zavara had the privilege of being your first. Deflowering you would have been a treat, sweet thing… I suppose I will simply have to fuck you twice as hard this evening.”

Mike’s head was still reeling from his most recent orgasm - his third of the night, though he had little doubt that the mares surrounding him could make him cum as many times as they pleased. He was utterly overwhelmed from the pounding the dickmares were giving his ass and mouth; he was sure they’d bruised his throat and his ass, the way they were pummeling him with their big blunt instruments. He was surrounded, under attack on all sides by beautiful, strong zebra mares, any one of whom could have overpowered him easily… and they were using their massive ebony cocks to beat him senseless, pleasuring themselves with his frail human body.

Mike was close to blacking out from overstimulation when the next rotation occurred. His mind couldn’t distinguish between pain and pleasure anymore; when Zavara plunged herself into his ass, he felt it as a megaton bomb of sensation coursing through his body, lighting up every nerve on its way up his spine.

“Ah, you and me, once again,” said Zavara, thrusting inside him, her nutsack slapping his butt with each stroke. “My cock, little human, and your ass. You are at your breaking point, or perhaps past it… I think it is time for us to finish. Azell, Zulna, how are his hands?”

“He is holding tight, still stroking” grunted Zulna. “We have fucked him half to death, but his hands still work to pleasure our cocks.”

“And his mouth is as good as ever,” said Ozura. “He sucks with more passion and hunger than any stallion I’ve yet bedded.”

“Then let us climax,” said Zavara, picking up the pace. “This human made himself a zebra to beckon us… earn our affection and coax the seed from our… big black cocks… let us reward him…” Zavara was straining to speak, as the buildup of climax made her body quiver. She and her fellow mares were experts at holding back orgasms, delaying them for the benefit of an audience - but now that they’d made up their minds to cum one last time, all of them were surrendering to the needs of their bodies, ready to drain their balls in one final shared climax. Ozura fucked Mike’s throat once more, Zulna and Azell bucked their hips to fuck the fingers of his closed fists, and Zavara pounded at his ass with sledgehammer force until she felt her balls pull up and her cock begin to pump

Nearly all at once, the zebras came - and Mike, who was fucked senseless, came right along with them, his overworked cock shooting off its little human load as soon as he felt the first rush of cum begin to flood his ass. Against his gripping fingers, he felt two cocks pumping thick white zebra jizz into the open air, throbbing hard enough to throw off his grip. In his mouth, Ozura’s cock was firing straight down his throat again, filling hi mouth so full that she threatened to overflow his belly.

The cameras caught all of it; they watched Mike’s eyes roll into the back of his head as bliss consumed him. They observed as thick black zebra cocks, criscrossed with thick veins, thrust in and out of his battered holes. They watched the beautiful arcs that the thick ropes of cum followed as they fired from Zulna and Azell’s cocks - up into the air, and then down onto Mike’s striped back. No effort went to waste; this moment of ecstacy would be immortalized and packed for the pleasure of viewers across Equestria.

All that remained, as the four zebras fell away from Mike’s body - a body that had fallen limp as soon as his last climax shorted out his brain - was to bring the scene to an end. Zavara had a usual signoff, but a different phrase was at the front of her mind. “Such a blessing,” she said, “for our two worlds to meet, and share so much…”