Earning His Stripes

“Awww fuck, this is a good night out,” hissed Vector Superset, easing the flared tip of her ivory-white cock into Mike’s well-used and cum-dripping asshole. Once she was inside him, she thrust herself balls-deep, slamming him into the red brick wall of the Canterlot alleyway. She was being rough with him - not as rough as he liked to be treated, but enough to keep his cock hard.

“Yeah, we owe you, dude,” said one of Vector’s friends, the green pegasus mare whose dick was gradually sliding back into its sheath. She’d just finished blowing her load in Mike’s ass, and Vector had taken her place in seconds. “It took all three of us to drag Vector out for a night on the town, and you’ve made it something real fuckin’ special.”

All three of Vector’s friends were staying close, watching with rapt attention as Mike got his ass pounded. They’d had their turns already, and they’d left their mark on him: his belly was bloated with cum, hugely swollen as if he’d just polished off a feast. The green pegasus took a particular interest in his belly, running her hands over its surface as her friend hammered his ass with repeated thrusts. “Shit,” she said, “that’s a lot of cum for a little guy like you.”

This wasn’t Mike’s first time getting fucked in an alleyway. Over the past couple of months, he’d found his appetite for marecock growing, and he’d started to take every porno shoot the studio would let him. But even that wasn’t enough for him - after hours, he’d started walking the streets, offering to let passing mares fuck his ass. That was fun, some of the time: some nights there were plenty of mares who were happy to lead him to apartments or hotel rooms and fill his ass.

Other nights weren’t as fun. Some mares weren’t into humans, or into men. And if a dry spell went on long enough - more than an hour and a half or so - mares started to catch a bad vibe off his desperation. Still, he’d nearly always eventually find a mare who responded to outright begging and would at least let him suck her cock.

He’d recently had some luck hanging around the club district, which was where he was tonight. It tended to attract a young, hip, and horny clientele, and he was learning where dickmares tended to gather. He’d found this group of four on their way out of a club, slightly tipsy and with bulges under their skirts. He’d chatted them up briefly - they were all just out of high school, apparently, and in very high spirits about it - and wasted little time in offering up his body for their enjoyment.

Since moving to Canterlot, Mike had learned a lot about navigating pony society - a society which was sexually liberated in ways barely imaginable back on Earth. It wasn’t a 24/7 orgy by any means, but the eradication of sexually transmitted diseases and the general trustworthiness of ponies created an environment where sex simply wasn’t thought of as dangerous. Trolling for marecock and getting fucked in alleyways wasn’t exactly considered classy behavior, but it wasn’t likely to get him in serious trouble - especially when he limited his activities to places like the club distract, which exclusively catered to the over-eighteen crowd.

And so here he was again, offering his ass as a diversion to a rowdy group of mares. Vector was really pounding him now; she didn’t have the physical strength of his favorite zebra partners, and she had no need for the performative roughness that they brought to porno shoots, but her cock still scratched his itch.

“Fuck, dude,” said the green pegasus, still running her hands over his bloated stomach, “Look at the belly on you. Did we knock you up? Are you growin’ my foals in that tummy?”

Vector’s other two friends picked up the thread of her teasing. “He does look pregnant,” they said. “Are you ready to be a mom?” they said. “Looks like triplets,” they said.

And their words cut through the haze of arousal and physical bliss. His heart raced, his cock growing diamond hard. The thought of becoming impregnatedby a mare wasn’t something he’d ever properly imagined… but it slotted into his mind like a missing puzzle piece. He loved getting fucked by beautiful, well-hung mares, he loved the feel of their hot, thick, potent cum filling him, and he loved the way it changed him. After a few loads he was, at least temporarily, filled with marecum, visibly bloated with it, and that was the best feeling in the world. He was at peace, fulfilled, when he was heavy with mare seed.

And getting bred by a big-dicked mare would be even better, he was sure of it. If that mare seed could actually grow inside him, stay inside him as his body nurtured foals… that sounded really fucking hot.

“Come on, Vector,” said the pegasus, slapping Vector’s bare white ass, “Give him your stuff. Maybe he’ll end up with some smart foals if you knock him up.”

As Vector ramped up her speed, closing in on her climax, Mike’s twitching cock shot its load onto the brick wall that she was fucking him against. It was the third time he’d cum with this particular group of mares; he was accustomed to multiple orgasms now, knowing how a deep dicking from a mare could get him to the finish line over and over. He hadn’t actually expected to cum a third time, but all this talk of pregnancy had gotten him there.

And Vector soon followed, her cock launching a thick load of spunk that bulged him bigger, spurt by hot spurt. She collapsed against him, her tits flattening against his back as she rode out her climax. And she pulled out, her cock trailing a thick rope of cum as she backed away and pulled up her skirt.

“Holy shit,” said Vector, brushing a lock of cherry-red hair out of her face, “that was fun. You’re the guy from the zebra videos, right? I love those, they’re like my favorites, I was gonna ask if you were the same guy but my friends started fucking you before I could say anything…”

“Don’t fangirl on him, Vector,” said the pegasus. “You just totally knocked him up. He’s gonna have your foals, girl. Oh, they are gonna be cute…”

“Shut up,” laughed Vector. “Okay, we better get going, but thanks again!” She waved goodbye, and Mike flashed her a weak - but genuine - smile.

“Ahh-” gasped Mike, clutching the headboard with one hand and stroking his already-swollen belly with the other. “Fuck me, Zavara, breed me, I want you to fill me with your zebra foals…”

Zavara blew her load, coming for the fourth time. As usual, she had plenty left in those fat black balls, enough to give Mike’s belly another satisfying layer of bloat. One of the “cameras,” floating crystals that perpetually sought out pleasing angles, focused its attention on his stomach, treating future viewers to a lingering shot of the slender human getting fattened up by zebra jizz.

Zavara’s climax ended, and she dragged her cock out Mike’s ass, letting him collapse onto the bed’s pale green covers. Once the cameras powered down, she took a seat on the bed next to him, stroking his shoulders with strong, gentle fingers and ticking his ass with swishes of her tail.

“It was great fun to fuck your holes,” said Zavara. Mike tensed; the cadence of her voice told him that she was setting up a rhyme, and he was pretty sure what it was going to be.

“...But what was that about zebra foals?”

Mike sighed and rolled onto his back. “It was just what was going through my head, you know? I was just thinking… in some pornos the girls talk about getting bred or knocked up or whatever when the guy is coming in them, so… that’s just where my mind was.”

“I see,” said Zavara. “If you wish to pursue the idea, there may be an audience for a video of that sort. Is this a new fascination of yours?”

“Yeah,” said Mike. “I guess it kind of is. It started as a sex thing, like… thinking about getting pregnant after some mare came in my ass. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it, even when I wasn’t horny. I think maybe I really want to get pregnant.”

Zavara laughed, and her laughter was long and loud, but not unkind. “If you wish to grow with child, feel free!” she said. “In a world of magic, many things can be.”

“Is it really possible?” Mike asked. “I don’t really know much about magic. Is there a spell that can… give me a womb or something?”

“I am no scholar of magic either,” said Zavara. “But there are zebras who can brew a potion that will do that very thing.”

“Do you know where I could find someone like that?” asked Mike, looking pleadingly up at Zavara.

Zavara shrugged. “No idea,” she said.

Fortunately, it only took a half hour on Pony Google - which is what Mike insisted on calling it, even though that was not its name - to track down few nearby zebras who were skilled in potionmaking. There were a handful in Canterlot, but they all told him the same thing - the ingredients for the potion he wanted were hard to come by in this region.

But a couple of them pointed him in another direction, towards a small town called Ponyville. In the nearby forest, they said, there was a zebra with superlative skill. If anyone within five hundred miles could brew that potion, it was her. That mare, the zebra named Zecora, lived in an untamed wilderness, a forest crawling with beasts. The sort of place a human could wander into and disappear forever. Mike had to ask himself whether his fantasy was really worth that kind of risk.

But after a little more time on Pony Google, he found Zecora’s website and the contact form at the bottom of the homepage. That made it easy enough to get in touch, and he was soon arranging to meet her in Ponyville during one of her regular shopping trips.

“I’ve sampled your erotic ouvre, Mike,” said Zecora, pushing open the door to her cottage. “And found a few I rather like.”

“Oh!” said Mike, as he stepped inside. “Thank you. It’s weird, you know? Back in my world I never saw myself as a porn star, but… now I can’t imagine living any other life. And I’m glad you like my stuff.” He looked around at the cottage, breathing in the scents of Zecora’s myriad lotions and potions. It was strangely pleasant, as if every concoction was a fresh-cooked aromatic dish. It was a cozy place, carved out of a tree, but it was pleasant-looking. And Zecora, awaiting him in the center of the main room, was a very appealing centerpiece.

Zecora wasn’t quite as tall or as muscular as the zebras Mike had co-starred with. Gathering ingredients and braving the Everfree Forest kept her in good shape, but there was a pleasant roundness to her exposed belly and an appealing thickness to her thighs. On top of that, the way she’d adjusted herself during the trek to her cottage had confirmed to Mike that she was a futa. The thought of cock - her cock - had dominated his thoughts ever since that realization. He’d fed his sex addiction on the way to Ponyville, luring a series of mares into the bathroom so they could fuck his ass, but he was starting to feel the itch again.

“In partners, you have excellent taste,” said Zecora, “And you wish their seed to not go to waste?”

“Yeah,” said Mike. “I know this is a big decision, but I really think this is what I want.”

“If that indeed is what you think,” said Zecora, retrieving a vial from a nearby table, “then take this potion home, and drink.”

Mike was listening to Zecora, but he was also staring at her crotch, increasingly unable to tear his eyes away from the bulge beneath her short brown skirt. His mouth was watering, his mouth feeling uncomfortably empty without a horse cock inside it. Zecora’s scent was sweet and spicy, rich with traces of her magical ingredients, and her cock would taste incredible…

Zecora held up the vial, gently sloshing the red liquid within. “Once the change begins, you-” Mike couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He dropped to his knees before Zecora, lifted her skirt, and kissed her sheathed cock. “Oh my goodness!” said Zecora, “...Please, continue.”

Mike licked at Zecora’s sheath, feeling it shift as her shaft started to emerge. The flare of her cock was thick and rich with musk, and he wrapped his lips around it, flicking his flare against her slit. He leaned into her body, gripping her plump ass cheeks to steady himself, and let her stiffening cock creep along his tongue until it touched the back of his throat. She was big - not the longest or thickest he’d ever taken, but big enough to fill his mouth.

He did his best to take her whole length, relaxing his throat muscles and easing her flare past his tonsils. He didn’t get it as deep as he would have liked - it was easier to deep-throat a mare’s cock when she was thrusting into him. And it was hotter, too, when a mare was willing to get rough with him, to truly abuse his wispy little body in the name of pleasure. But it was hard to get a mare to do that if it wasn’t her natural inclination, and Mike wasn’t about to try and demand it. He had a mouth full of zebra cock, thick black mare meat throbbing in his mouth, and that was more than enough.

“Your human mouth is very skilled,” grunted Zecora, slowly rolling her hips, “And very soon it will be… filled…”

Mike’s cock was close to coming too. As he became more of a slut, Mike had gradually realized he could come just from giving a blowjob; he’d even showed off that “talent” in a porno he’d shot. And the taste of Zecora’s cock was getting him there fast - he had a taste for zebra musk, and hers was so strong and rich that he probably could have cum just from smelling her. Once precum started to drip onto his tongue, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer - and sure enough, he shot his load, quivering and moaning as he licked at Zecora’s shaft.

As climax jolted his body, he brought one hand around to cup Zecora’s balls, stroking the smooth skin of her nutsack and gently squeezing the trembling plum-sized testicles. They were tight against her body, hugging her undercarriage, ready to deliver their load. Zecora gasped, and grunted, and thrust her hips, and her cock shot a thick, powerful jet of zebra cream, filling Mike’s mouth almost instantly. His mind nearly melted with relief when the taste hit his tongue; it had felt good to cum, but this was what he really wanted. He loved to be filled, to take loads of marecum in his mouth and ass, to feel his body bloat and slosh with the seed of beautiful pony women.

Mike milked Zecora’s cock greedily, running his tongue along her thick cumvein to take everything he could from her. But before he’d gotten it all, Zecora pulled him up by his shoulders and pressed his lips to her muzzle. Her long, nimble tongue entered his mouth, stealing back a bit of her seed in the process - and Mike let himself fall into her embrace, resting his body against her tits as she probed his mouth with her kiss.

For all his sexual escapades, Mike didn’t get a lot of kisses. His tastes as a performer tended towards heavy roughness, which didn’t usually share the scene with any sort of tenderness. But it was nice, now that it was happening.

Zecora pulled back from the kiss, regarding Mike with a smile. “Come to me if you want the ‘cure,’” she said, pressing the vial of fluid into “but you will like the change, I’m sure.”

Mike lay on the bed - his bed - dangling the vial of red potion above his face. All throughout the trip back home, he’d been tempted to drink it down… but Zecora had advised him to wait until he got home. He wasn’t sure how important that instruction was, but it gave him an excuse not to think too much about it.

He stared down at his naked body, contemplating the thought of changing himself. He didn’t know exactly what the potion would do to him, but he trusted that it would give him the ability to get bred. To be fertilized by a mare and bear her foals. Was that really what he wanted? To give up the body he’d been born into and become a vessel for a mare’s seed?

The stiffness in his cock gave him all the answer he needed. It might not have been the wisest course, basing his decision on what make his cock hard, but he’d been thinking with his cock for so long that he wasn’t about to stop now. Mike had become a cock addict, unable to live without getting fucked by mares, and he knew he wasn’t in control of himself anymore… but he also knew that this was the only way he could live from now on. This was the road he was walking, and taking that potion was the next step. He uncorked the little vial and drank it down in one gulp, tasting oak and vinegar as it hit his tongue.

Warmth filled his body, spreading from his stomach to his limbs. But the sensation seemed to concentrate itself in certain parts of his body - his chest, his buttocks, and especially his crotch. It built in intensity, tingling more powerfully and growing warmer over time; he was worried it would start to hurt, that the warmth would become a burning sensation… but it never happened. Instead, it became a source of pleasure, turning every place it touched into an erogenous zone.

Mike ran his hands over his body, gasping as pleasure blossomed in every spot he touched. His nipples were extremely sensitive, and he spent a while just stroking them with his fingers as he writhed on the bed. Moving his hips in slow circles on the bed, he felt his ass starting to gradually change shape. It was growing fuller, rounder, bit by bit. The same thing was happening to his chest; beneath his fingers, his nipples were rising up. Growing into breasts.

He wasn’t just growing a womb, he was becoming a woman. He would have a body made for getting fucked. Built for bearing foals. He held that thought in his mind, holding it close as he rubbed his chest. His cock was twitching - and when he looked at it, it seemed like it was already getting smaller. Of course - what did he need with a dick, when the mares around him had cocks that were so much bigger, so much more powerful than his had even been? It wasn’t as though he was using his dick for much of anything. So much better to let it shrink away and replace itself with something that a mare could fuck…

The thought of his shrinking, disappearing dick actually gave him what would surely be his last orgasm as a man. And it was big - he shot long ropes of cum from his dwindling cock, again and again, far more than a normal climax. It was like his body was clearing out all of his own cum, discarding that bit of his manhood in spectacular fashion. He groaned as he came, his voice sounding higher already.

In the end, it took hours for the potion of change him. He wasn’t just growing tits or a round ass; his insides were shifting, his bones changing shape. But it was never painful - it was so gradual and gentle that every little shift was just a soft, pleasurable touch. It was as though tender hands were working his body like clay, molding it into a new and wonderful shape.

The sensation was like a warm, heavy blanket weighing on him - all he could do was lie on the bed, writhing and touching himself, totally blissed out as magic coursed through his veins. Mike had never had that much experience with magic; like a lot of humans, he initially regarded it with a degree of skepticism. But now he was letting it mold him, changing him into something that was better-suited to serve and pleasure the beautiful, big-dicked mares of this world.

After hours spent losing himself in bliss, Mike finally felt the feeling subside. For most of that time, he’d either had his eyes closed or had been staring at the ceiling - but now he rose from his bed and walked to the bathroom, his body swaying as he familiarized himself with the new distribution of his weight.

And he couldn’t have been more pleased with what he saw in the mirror. He was beautiful - his tits were overflowing handfuls of soft flesh, his ass was thick and round, and his wide hips looked like they were made for bearing foals. How could a mare resist breeding this body?

It took Mike a while to actually look himself in the face - and that aspect, he discovered, was relatively unchanged. He’d always been pretty androgenous, and his familiar face looked pretty natural atop a woman’s body.

He grazed his finger across his vulva, sending a tingle through the core of his body. Oh yeah, this was nice - he had a feeling he wasn’t going to miss having a cock. “I can’t wait to get fucked,” he said, and his voice was the sultry growl of a beautiful woman.

Mike was self-conscious as he walked through the studio’s front doors. Not about his body - he knew he was hot - but about his clothes. He’d never shopped for women’s clothes before, and while the clerk at the clothing store had been pretty helpful - and surprisingly understanding - he wasn’t sure he’d gotten everything in exactly the right size. The skirt felt nice enough, and his old shirts basically fit just fine, but he’d probably want a little more room in the bra next time. His tits felt like they were about to bust out of the one he was wearing now.

He walked right up to the front desk, just like always. He hadn’t scheduled any shoots for today - or indeed any future date - because he anticipated that his transformation would put him in a different category of porn. “Transformed boy getting bred” would probably appeal to a good number of co-stars and viewers, but he needed to make the studio aware that he wasn’t the man he used to be.

True Love, the orange pegasus who worked the front desk, looked up from her phone with her usual sleepy expression. She always looked like that, for some reason; Mike suspected it had something to do with the way she always referred to the snacks on her desk as “edibles.” “Hey,” she said, “Do you have an appointment or something?”

It took Mike a second to realize what was happening. This was his first time showing off his new body to someone who would normally recognize him… but True Love was just smiling politely, awaiting an answer from a woman who she assumed to be a total stranger. “It’s me, TL,” said Mike, and then he watched recognition dawn on True Love’s face in slow motion. Mike was far from unrecognizable - his face had changed very little, and the character of his voice was largely the same.

“Holy shiiit,” said True Love, “Mike? You went out and turned yourself into a chick?”

“Yeah,” said Mike. “Once I got the idea in my head, I just got obsessed. And I thought I’d come by and see if there was anyone who wanted fuck my brand new pussy.”

True Love leaned over her desk, sizing up Mike’s bare, slender legs, his wide hips and prominent bust. “Well, shit,” she said, “I know one bitch who wouldn’t mind plowing you.”

“Yeah?” said Mike. He leaned forward, dangling his tits in front of the pegasus’ face. His shirt wasn’t very revealing - not tailored to show off cleavage - but he got his point across. “I’d let you do me right now, if only you had a dick…”

True Love tilted her head, seemingly unsure whether Mike was serious - but he very much was, and she caught onto it before too long. She sat back in her seat, lifted her skirt, and gave Mike a peek at a foot-long orange cock. “Lucky you,” she said, “I got it done just last week. Woulda mentioned it sooner, but, y’know… I wanted to keep things really professional, the way I do.” She ran a finger over her shaft, from the base to the flare.

Mike draw a sharp breath, feeling his pussy tense. This was the first cock he’d seen since becoming a woman, and it was giving him powerful feelings. The desire to get fucked was just as strong, but now his pussy was pulsing with powerful, primal, womanly desire. He rounded True Love’s desk, stripping off his shirt and unclasping his bra as he came closer. After keeping his tits in that constraining bra, it felt incredible to finally free his girls - and True Love seemed to like what she saw. Mike knelt in front of her, and wrapped his lips around her cock.

“Woah, holy shit,” gasped True Love, as Mike took her deeper, “I mean… fuck… someone might come in. This is a porno studio but it’s still, like… a place of business.”

Mike didn’t feel like debating her. His mouth was better used for sucking marecock than for talking, and he had a feeling that True Love’s objections would melt away soon enough. He brought himself closer to her, nestling the base of her cock between his tits, and lowered his head until her tip bumped against the back of his throat. “Ah, fuck, okay, keep going,” she said. “I’ve seen how you suck cock, dude, I’m not gonna cheat myself out of that. And… I’m guessing this is the first boobjob you ever gave anyone, so that’s pretty fuckin’ special…”

Mike relaxed his throat - a skill that he’d honed with practice, and which was still sharp in his remodeled body. True Love’s cock was impressively long, but not monstrously wide - so he had no trouble getting the head into the tight, slick corridor of his throat. His pussy, already lit up with arousal, throbbed and pulsed as he took her deeper; he suspected that he was still capable of coming simply from giving a blowjob. His pussy was crying out to be filled, but just touching a mare’s cock, much less having it deep inside his throat, was enough to get his womanhood working.

“Oh shit, you really know what you’re doing,” said True Love, gripping her armrests tight. “You know… the first time I jerked off this cock, I was watching one of your shoots… imagining I was fucking your tight little ass… I can’t believe I’m finally getting a piece of you, Mike…”

Mike couldn’t help but be flattered. True Love had always been casually flirty, and Mike had never quite known how seriously to take it. But imagining her jerking herself off while she watched him get fucked… that was a good mental image.

Mike bobbed up and down, pressing his tits inward with his hands as he got True Love’s cock nice and wet. Once he felt it throb inside his throat, he knew it was time to move on - and he pulled away, stood up, and turned around.

“Nice ass,” said True Love. “Is that for me?”

Mike reached under his skirt and pulled his panties down, exposing the round bottom that Zecora’s potion had given him. He spread his cheeks and lowered himself towards True Love’s lap, wiggling his ass hypnotically for her. “You can’t have my pussy,” said Mike, “But my ass is all yours.”

Mike was shocked by the speed and force with which True Love grabbed him. She was usually a decidedly laidback presence, but right now - when she was horny and she had an ass to fuck - she was wasting no time. Her hands clapped onto his wide hips and yanked him down, positioning his butt just above the tip of True Love’s dick.

“Your pussy looks nice and tight,” said True Love, prodding his pucker with the flat tip of her cock, “but it’s your ass I’ve been dreaming about, Mikey…” Her dick was slick with Mike’s spit, and it only took a little push to slide it inside him. Mike groaned, shuddering, hit with a wave of pleasure as he was penetrated. Although his body had changed, he hadn’t sacrificed any of the pleasure of anal; having his ass filled made his pussy drip with fluid and throb with arousal.

“So who are you saving your virgin pussy for, Mike?” said True Love, sliding Mike onto her cock. Mike was nearly able to speak, but she cut him off with a guess - the correct guess, as it happened. “You want a zebra, don’t you?” she said. “You want a big strong stripey zebra mare to breed that human pussy with a big black cock?”

“Yeah,” gasped Mike. He was bouncing his body on the pegasus’ dick, feeling his tits bounce as he picked up the pace. “I love zebras. It’s because of them that I learned how much I love to get fucked… and I want a zebra mare to cum inside me, breed me… make me carry her foals…”

“Mmm, yeah, you don’t want my cum up in your pussy, huh,” whispered True Love. She wrapped her arms around Mike and groped his tits, kneading the soft flesh under her fingers. “You want the biggest, strongest zebra mare around, with big black balls full of cum. And you want her to fuck you long and hard til she nuts in that tight, tight, tight little pussy…” She was holding him tight, squeezing his breasts, stroking the nipples with her fingertips. “Fuck, Mike, you got the biggest titties of any boy I ever saw. And the tightest pussy, too, I bet…”

She slipped one hand between his thighs and found his wet lips and his sensitive little clit. “Ooh, I’ll find you a zebra for this pussy,” she said, fingering his slick cunt. “I’ll find you a strong, tall mare with a cock that’ll stretch out your pussy… hit your back wall with inches to spare… and she’ll cum and cum till you’re bred for certain…”

Mike felt his pussy clench around True Love’s fingers. He’d spent his transformation in a state of perpetual bliss, but his pussy hadn’t actually cum yet. It was uncanny, how different it felt - there was still a building of tension, a sensation that spread through the core of his body… but his parts were unfamiliar. He was almost scared of what was coming… but there was no stopping it now.

“Ooh, ooh, gonna nut, Mikey,” grunted True Love. “Gonna blow my load in your girly little ass…”

Mike felt True Love’s cock pump once, twice, and then shoot a spurt of thick hot cum into his asshole. The tension in Mike’s cunt became an intense, clenching pressure - and then it released, blossoming into a climax that was unlike anything he’d ever felt. Having a pussy was fucking great-

His pussy clenched and released again and again, each time sending a wave of physical bliss all the way to his fingertips. His ass flexed around True Love’s cock, drinking in each fresh pump of cum. Just like always, his belly swelled with the load - just a little bump, but it had the satisfying warmth that he’d grown to love.

His climax receded, the throbbing of his pussy fading into silence, and he lay back against True Love, red-faced and breathing heavy. “Well, that was worth the wait,” said True Love. “Now let’s find you your zebra.”

It took a little longer than usual to find a zebra for Mike; he asked for the biggest, most virile zebra dickmare in the studio’s stable… and The first mare to say yes was one that Mike had actually never worked with before… but he wasn’t going to let a detail like that stand in the way of getting himself bred. A total stranger was fine with him, as long as she had stripes and a big hard cock.

The Whisper studio was barely recognizable when he walked through the door; like many of the filming spaces, it was usually just a pleasant-looking bedroom, not meant to evoke any particular setting. But now it was all done up in earthy tones, painted with symbols that seemed to represent the cutie marks of zebras. The only bit of zebra-printing was on a lampshade; zebra-print bedsheets would be an obvious choice, but there were already going to be a lot of stripes onscreen. Not just on Mike’s co-star, but on Mike himself - because he’d gone back and had his body painted once again, lining himself with black and white stripes. The makeup artist had been very excited to see him again; she seemed to enjoy working on female bodies more than male ones, and she’d spent a good long time applying gentle brushstrokes to his tits and ass.

At the moment, very little of his body was visible; he was wrapped tight in a coat that left pretty much everything to the imagination. He’d reveal himself for the cameras later; right now, the little crystals that filmed the scene were just drifting about the room lazily. They were definitely filming, though - they always filmed as long as someone was in the room - and as long as they were on, Mike figured he might as well give them something to look at. He slipped his hand into his coat, found his pussy, and began to run his fingers up and down the sensitive lips.

He wasn’t trying to make himself cum; he hadn’t gotten particularly good at masturbating with his new equipment yet. But it was easy to get himself warmed up. He lay back on the bed, sinking into the covers as he touched himself and softly moaned.

It didn’t take long for the door to fly open - and when Mike sat up, he saw… well, he saw exactly what he’d asked for. Standing in the doorway was the biggest, buffest, most hung zebra mare he’d ever seen. When he’d described what sort of mare he wanted to get bred by, he thought he’d get one of his former co-stars; he hadn’t dared to hope they could call on anyone bigger.

But here she was. Dazari was her name, Mike had already learned. She’d sampled Mike’s videos, watched him worship zebra cock and beg to be fucked. And when she heard that he wanted a zebra to fuck his brand new pussy and plant her seed in his womanhood, she thought was the hottest fucking thing she’d ever heard.

And when she walked through the door, her cock was already standing hard. She was clad in a rough-looking tan fabric - something based on traditional zebra garb, or perhaps the genuine article. Whatever it was, there was very little of it - it was little more than a bikini, covering hefty round tits and - in theory - covering her fat black cock as well. But it was ill-equipped to cover her erect stallionhood. But that was the point, of course - the little loincloth draped over her stiff shaft was meant to emphasize the scale and power of the cock it failed to conceal.

“Is this the human I am to breed?” said Dazari, looming over the bed. “I’ve come, and I bear potent seed.”

Mike stood from the bed - his curves still concealed by the coat he wore - and gawked openly at the mare who had come to breed him. She was over a foot taller than him, somewhere far north of six feet, and shapely muscle lined her body. Her features were strong, but feminine - a short dark muzzle opened to a confident smile, and warm brown eyes followed the movement of Mike’s body with interest. Her mane was a flawlessly maintained mohawk, and her stripes were bold and striking. She was perfect. Mike needed this mare’s foals.

“You look pleased,” said Dazari. “I’ve shown myself to you, human, and it is now your turn. Strip for me.”

Obediently, Mike pulled the coat off his shoulders and tossed it beside the bed, exposing himself to Dazai - and to the cameras. Dazari’s expression didn’t shift much, by a widening of her pupils told Mike that she liked what she saw. Even under pants and a loose-fitting shirt, his body was wonderfully inviting.

Dazari couldn’t help but touch herself as Dazari stripped down further. She let her fingers graze her fat black nuts as Mike pulled his shirt out and freed his tits from his lacy red bra… and she started to stroke the base as he stripped off his pants and slowly worked his panties down around the curve of his ass. By the time his pussy was out in the open, a gleaming bead of precum was forming at the tip of Dazari’s cock - and Mike might have knelt to lick it up if Dazari didn’t hadn’t circled around him a placed her hands on his hips.

“Oh, yes,” Dazari growled, “These hips will bear fine foals.” She squeezed the cheeks of his ass, making his body shudder with pleasure, and let her hands drift further down. His thighs were smooth, and the mare’s hands glided along their surface, caressing the stripes that covered his skin.

“And what lovely patterns,” she said, tracing the edge of one stripe with her fingertip. “They flatter this feminine body even more than the one you had before…” She lifted her hands and cupped his tits, then pulled him closer to her. He let himself rest against her body - she was as solid as a brick wall, but her bosom was a pleasant cushion to rest his weight against.

“Yes, this body suits you,” said Dazari, pressing her fingers into his tits, slowly massaging the “You were a lovely boy, and you provided great pleasure for many lucky zebras… but I count myself the luckiest, for I am the first zebra to fuck this beautiful woman.” She pinched his nipples, and he gasped as his pussy throbbed in sympathy with them. “So it was zebra magic that gave you this body?” asked Dazari. “My compliments to whoever brewed this potion. What a fine set of tits it gave you…”

She gripped his shoulders and spun him around, then knelt to bring her face to Mike’s rack. She planted a kiss on his left nipple - and she stayed there, licking and sucking at the skin, swirling her tongue around the nipple. Mike was shaking, his pussy dripping, his mind almost senseless with desire. “Dazari,” he gasped, “fuck me, please… I need to be bred, I need that big zebra cock and all that zebra cum…”

“Ah, listen to you,” said Dazari, pulling her mouth off his breast and rising to her full height. “You have become somewhat famous, human, for your love of zebra mares and your devotion to our cocks… you love us so dearly that you made yourself a woman, so that the power of our seed could fill you…” She placed a hand on his belly, which was soft and flat - not yet filled. “You are such a slut for the seed of zebra mares… you gave yourself a fertile body, and you wish for me to make you heavy with child…”

“Yes…” whispered Mike. “I’ve never wanted anything this much…”

“Then prove your love, human. One last time, show me how much my cock means to you. Let me use your mouth, and then I will make use of your cunt.”

As if his pussy heard its name being spoken, it clenched, seizing with pleasure - and for a second Mike felt like he was going to cum just from the dirty talk. But he didn’t quite get that far; there was more work to be done before his pussy would get the attention it needed. Dropping to his knees, he grasped Dazari’s dick by its base - a base so thick he couldn’t close his hand around it - and gazed at the wide flared head of her dick black marecock.

It was so beautiful he could have cried. It represented such power, such pleasure, and it was all for him. Marecock had dominated his mind since the first time he’d touched it, and every fresh encounter with it was just as joyous as the first. The feel of zebra meat in his hand, the smooth, veiny black skin, the intoxicating musk… he was an addict and he knew it, but cock was too good to ever quit. The hunger he felt for cock, the love he felt when it was inside him, and the fullness that came afterwards... marecock was his life now.

He wrapped his lips around the flared head and licked a drop of pre form the tip, moaning lustily as he finally tasted the salty seed. There was such richness, such power, in that little drop, and a thrill went through his body as he imagined what a full load would feel like in his pussy. With one hand, he caressed the smooth black nutsack dangling between Dazari’s legs, feeling it quiver as he sucked at her shaft. She had balls like oranges, big and fat and full, and just thinking about the loads they were churning up made Mike’s pussy throb and his body tremble.

“Oh,” gasped Dazari, “You are not just lovely, but talented as well… I suppose you have sucked so many long, hard zebra cocks, it is no surprise that you are very good at it… Tell me, human, am I the biggest among the zebras? Is my cock the one most worthy of worship?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Mike moaned - and then he shuffled closer to Dazari, close enough that he could embrace the base of her dick between his tits. He kept his mouth on her cock, bobbing his head deeper, trying to squeeze the wide flare into his throat.

“Let me help you,” said Dazari, applying firm pressure to the back of his head. “If you can get a cock like mine into your throat, that will prove your love…” she grunted, losing her composure for a moment. “Fuck, your tits are big… you are a fine woman, worthy of my seed…”

Mike’s cunt was pulsing faster and harder, keeping time with his racing heart. He felt little spurts of pre splattering against his throat as he tried to force himself to take Dazari deeper, and each little splatter made the anticipation in his pussy rise higher and higher - and then he came. Just like he had back when he was a man, he came just from sucking cock. Just from having his face buried in a dickmare’s crotch, breathing in her musk, hearing her talk dirty to her little cocksucking slut. His pussy clenched and resealed, his climax rising in waves - and as he tried to cry out, his throat opened just enough to let Dazari’s cock inside. Feeling her flare slip inside the tight walls of Mike’s throat, she began to thrust. They were short, quick thrusts, but they had all the strength of her hips behind them. She wasn’t holding anything back - she had her opening, she had a throat to fuck, and by Celestia she was going to give her cock-loving co-star everything she had.

And Mike was in heaven. His climax got a second wind, his pussy dripping and pulsing as his body rocked back and forth with the motion of Dazari’s hips. This was how Mike wanted to be treated. As soon as he saw Dazari, he’d wanted to be tossed around by her, fucked with all her strength, battered and brutalized by her cock. And most of all, he wanted her cum -

And he got it. A throb shot through her shaft, pushing against the walls of Mike’s throat, and a thick, heavy rope of zebra spunk hit the back of his throat. He was choking on cock, desperately in need of oxygen, but he needed cum even more. He knew he’d never forgive himself if he wasted any of her cum, so he kept his mouth on her cock, milking the shaft with his tits, as she shot again and again, her balls providing a load that put all other dickmares to shame.

When her climax ended, he shaft didn’t soften, not even for a second. She pulled Mike’s head off her cock, and he fell back, gasping for breath. “Oh, very good,” said Dazari, reaching down to pick Mike off the floor by his shoulders. “You’ve proven that you worship zebra cock, human. I am ready to stretch your pussy around my cock and fill you with my seed…”

She put a hand under his ass, lifting his body off the ground until the two were face-to-face. Then she slowly lowered him back down, pussy-first, onto her shaft. Her cock was slick with spit, and his pussy was wet and ready - but it was still one hell of a tight fit. Once it became clear that things weren’t going to be easy, Dazari eagerly started to do things the hard way: one single forceful thrust got her flare inside him and forced a choking gasp from his ravaged throat. Giving him no time to recover, no chance to plead for mercy, she thrust again, penetrating him deeper. Mike wrapped his legs around her ass, holding on for dear life as she fucked him with a cock that felt like it could split him in half.

“Do not worry, human,” said Dazari. “I will not quit, no matter how tight the fit. You shall have your seed, you shall bear my foals… shall I give you twins, sweet human? Triplets? I am sure you want all the foals I can give you, perfect little zebras deep in your womb…”

Mike tried to affirm this - he wanted to be massively pregnant, full to bursting with foals - but he couldn’t say a word. He’d only had his pussy for less than a week, and it was already taking the pounding of a lifetime. It was incredible - his mouth and his ass had already endured this sort of punishment, but having his pussy stretched like this was something altogether now. His cunt was built for pleasure, built to cum, and every thrust lit it up with savage bliss.

In time, she got the first eight inches of her cock inside him - and she permitted herself to be satisfied with that for the moment. She bounced him on her cock, thrusting her hips, staring him in the face with a gleaming grin. “Once I cum, little human,” she said, “I am soon ready to cum again… by sucking my cock you have opened floodgates of potent zebra cum, and you shall have your reward… very soon…” She thrust harder, making Mike’s tits shake - if his and Dazari’s tits hadn’t been pressed up against one another, they’d both have been jiggling out of control. Mike could see that Dazari was actually straining, even starting to sweat, truly giving her all to this performance…

And then she came. She came inside him. Inside his pussy. Cum, thick and hot and potent, flooded his cunt, shooting deep inside him, and shooting again and again. And it was everything he’d imagined. There was such a sense of peace - a feeling that this is what his new, feminine body was for. That this was what his soul was for. His life belonged to marecock, his body was made for foalbearing. And this moment was the culmination of that truth. Peace gave way to climax, and his spasming cunt gripped hard around Dazari’s cock, milking it, drinking up every last swallow of cum.

“I am… definitely pregnant,” gasped Mike, as Dazari pulled him off her cock and laid him on the bed. “You bred the fuck out of my pussy.”

“I have no doubt that my seed will grow in your fertile womb, human,” said Dazari.

The two of them shared a look. The scene could have ended here… but Dazari was still hard, and Mike’s pussy was still begging to be filled. He spread his legs, and Dazari crawled onto the bed. “You’ve got a greedy cunt, human,” she said, flipping him over. “I will give you more foals, since that is your desire… now, hands and knees.”

Mike obeyed, propping himself on his hands and knees, and he felt Dazari’s hands gripping his ass once again. She entered him from behind, sliding her cock between his wet lips - it was an easier fit this time, but still excruciatingly tight.

And this posture let her thrust even harder. In a clever bit foresight, the headboard of the bed was padded - so when Dazari thrust herself into Mike, his head only sank into the soft grey padding. And that was a lucky thing, because Dazari was determined to get deeper in his ass. She pounded at him, hammering his ass, driving herself into him bit by bit. Each fraction of an inch brought with it more girth, thicker zebra meat stretching Mike’s pussy lips.

“You want all of me, don’t you?” growled Dazari. “The deeper I go, the deeper I cum inside you… how many foals will you bear me if I get every drop as deep as I can? How big will your belly grow, human, if I fill you with another load?”

“So big,” groaned Mike. “I want to be big, I want to bear you a litter… I wanna be so big I can’t move…” He dropped his head to look down at himself - past his dangling, shaking tits, his belly was already a little round, filled with the load Dazari had shot right down his throat. “I want you to breed me again and again till I’m loaded with your foals…”

Mike felt Dazari’s balls slapping against him - she was deep now, so deep that her fat, heavy nutsack swung into him with each thrust. “Here comes… more… take my seed and grow life within yourself, human…”

Dazari’s cock twitched and pumped the first thick gush. The rush of cum made her shaft bloat, just slightly - but it was enough to stretch Mike’s pussy just a little bit more. He trembled, sinking his face into the padded headboard, groaning as the pressure in his pussy became a shuddering climax. Dazari grabbed his hips as she drained her nuts inside him, pumping him with a load every bit as big as the last.

When Dazari pulled out, Mike’s trembling body fell onto the mattress, collapsing bonelessly into a panting, sweating heap. His pussy felt warm and full, and it was so much more satisfying than a fully belly. All those swallowed loads, all that cum shot up his ass by thick marecocks… it was all a waste, compared to what he had inside him right now. It seemed as though he could feel the seed taking hold inside of him, already starting to grow…

But Dazari wasn’t done. She flipped him over, onto his back, and gazed down at him with undiminished lust. “You are mine,” she growled. “Bred with my cum, marked with my scent… whoever fucks you next, human, they will know that you are my woman.”

She loomed above him, and lowered herself down, her slick cock bearing down on his wet lips. It looked as though she planned on a missionary fuck… but then she grabbed his ankles, lifting them over his head, and pinned his body down with her big, meaty thighs on top of his. Their tits pressed together, and her face was inches from his, her snorting breaths blowing hot air into his face. She kissed him, enveloping his mouth with her black muzzle and probing his mouth with her long, powerful tongue. And as he melted into the kiss, she slid herself into him again. This time it was even easier; his pussy was stretched wide enough that she was up to her medial ring with no real effort. He was still tight, but getting inside him was no longer a struggle. His pussy had been fucked into submission, and it was ready to take everything she had to give.

And she still had plenty. The last three orgasms had drained none of her stamina; her body was a machine, built to fuck all night. She could breed women like Mike for hours, and having all of her attention meant that Mike wasn’t done until she was done.

The position he was in now - legs over his head, thighs pinned beneath Dazari’s - felt like a wrestling hold, brutal and punishing. Dazari had watched Mike’s videos, and no doubt learned his tastes; he loved a mare who could overpower him completely, hold him against the wall or pin him to the bed with nothing but her own body. Being weak - being helpless against a zebra dickmare and her fat black cock - that was what Mike lived for, and being a woman made it even better.

Now that Dazari was on top of him, every thrust had the weight of her whole body behind it. Her body was immense, her muscles big and thick and heavy, and each thrust of her hips plowed her deeper into Mike’s pussy until she could go no further. She wasn’t balls-deep - there simply wasn’t room inside Mike’s cunt for her to go that deep - but she was close enough that Mike felt her ballsack slapping against him again, spanking his bare flesh.

“Mine,” repeated Dazari, pulled back slightly from the kiss. “Your body serves mine, you exist to take in my seed and bear my foals…you have chosen to be a slut, to live for the pleasure of zebra mares and their cocks… but now and forever, you belong to me.”

“I’m yours,” gasped Mike. “Fill me, mark me, breed my slutty cunt… I need you perfect zebra foals inside me…”

Mike’s shuddering body was once again building towards climax. He was accustomed to mares making him cum multiple times - especially zebras, with their beautiful striped bodies and fat black cocks - but his new body made that experience even keener. His dick had become exhausted by multiple orgasms, shooting smaller, weaker loads every time - but his pussy came just as hard each time. Harder, in this case, as the gorgeous mare’s fucking grew more brutal with each round.

“Ah,” moaned Dazari. “Your pussy - so tight, so grateful for my gift… let me fill you again, human…”

This climax was just as big as the last three. Dazari’s balls were huge - bottomlessly huge, it would seem, sloshing with enough cum to breed Mike twenty times over. Mike felt himself bloating with cum, albeit in a slightly different spot than usual. He was swelling with seed, already looking two or three months pregnant. A thrilling preview of the foalbearing that his future inevitably held.

Dazari pulled herself out of him, releasing him from the brutal pin she’d held him in, and rolled over to the side. He collapsed, sweating, panting, sore all over - and he felt gentle hands on his chest, stroking his swollen chest from his belly button up to his tits. “You are lovely,” Dazari said to him. “I am happy to have you as the mother of my foals.”

“Oh, my foals are growing strong,” whispered Dazari, running gentle hands over the expansive curve of his belly. “Motherhood suits you, human.”

And then she thrust her hips upward, pounding his ass with another brutal, hammering jolt. In the months since he’d gotten pregnant, Mike’s co-stars had become a bit more gentle with him… but they still liked it rough, and so did he. So here he was, riding Dazari’s cock with his ass - a position that let her be just about as brutal as she could want, without any risk of hurting the foals.

And of course there were still cameras; the shoot where Mike got bred had done huge numbers, and his fans were still tuning in to watch him grow. His transformation and subsequent pregnancy - along with his undiminished libido and love for zebra marecock - made for a narrative that viewers kept coming back for.

And Dazari was often there with him, but the two were rarely alone. Zulna was straddling his pregnant belly as he serviced her with his mouth, and Zavara was standing beside him, her cock in his hand as he jerked her off. Getting bred had been personal and intimate - but now that he was heavy with foals, it was back to what Mike loved best: surrounding himself with tall, strong zebras and worshipping their cocks with his body.

“I must agree, the human is far lovelier now,” said Zulna. “I was enamored with the young human man I first met, but this beautiful woman is so fine and fertile…” SHe reached a hand down to run her fingers through Mike’s hair. He’d let it grown out over the past few months; it was halfway down his back now, completing his new, feminine look. “Do you think he would let me fuck him next? Seeing him like this makes me feel like breeding…”

“I have my eye on the human’s womb as well,” said Zavara. “Perhaps I could wrestle you for the right to breed her first. I warn you, I am highly motivated. If our human’s sweet little pussy is on the line, I will fight you with everything I have…”

“Then… how about this?” grunted Zulna, straining to speak as Mike’s mouth brought her closer to climax. “We will both fuck his pussy, we will fill it with load after load… and whoever possesses the most potent cum will win out.”

(Zulna and Zavara had no way of knowing it at the time, but when this line was spoken, dickmare viewers used their free hands to upvote the video by the thousands)

“Yes, that would be most fair,” said Zavara. “I feel as though I would surely win such a contest, but I would be happy to… challenge you…” She was getting close as well, her cock throbbing under Mike’s fingers.

And Mike was closing in on his first climax of the shoot - and certainly not his last. The way his co-stars were talking about him - vying for his pussy, without acknowledging that he might have a preference - was such a turn-on. This was what he really wanted, after all - to be the object of desire, a prize that strong, well-hung zebra mares could claim. Whoever desired him most, whoever filled his pussy with the most potent cum, she would be the one whose foals he would bear.

Mike’s pussy clenched, and his moaning mouth swallowed Zulna’s cock deeper. Her cock throbbed against his lips, and thick, hot cum splashed against the back of his throat. He swallowed again and again, drinking the mare’s load as his pussy throbbed and leaked fluid onto Dazari’s striped fur.

Zavara came next, her twitching cock throwing off Mike’s grip. Her cock splattered first his tits, then - as her shaft flicked upwards - his face. Zavara moaned with pleasure, taking joy in glazing the soft features of Mike’s body. And Mike enjoyed it just as much - feeling zebra cum on his skin was almost as good as feeling it inside him.

And no sooner had that thought crossed his mind that Dazari came inside him. The mare that had sired his foals shot a load deep into his ass, pumping quarts of thick zebra spunk into his belly. He was already round with foals, but he grew rounder as Dazari filled him.

The mares surrounding Mike took a few deep breaths as their climaxes ended and their cocks shot their last thick spurts. Zulna and Zavara lifted Mike off of Dazari’s cock, and the three of them regarded his beautiful, bloated, womanly body. The shoot was far from over. Their cocks were still hard. And Mike, as always, was ready to provide whatever they desired.