Zala had a miserable evening, doing her best to hide her lusty, panting, sweating demeanour from her pony hosts. After a hurried dinner where Zala did her best to hurriedly nod and grunt whenever she was asked questions, avoiding making any eye contact or taking in too much of the various scents and atmosphere of the stallions all around her… trying simply to manage her building attraction.

She quickly rushed back into the barracks, hoping that some isolation and sleep would help her to relieve some of her tension. She was relying on some memories from her time as a filly when an erotic dream would provide her with sweet release… and a wonderful morning… once she cleaned her bedding, that is.

As she scrambled onto her small cot, she buried her muzzle into the soft pillow, hoping to bury her troubles and fall into a fitful sleep. But instead she found that it wasn’t just a soft pillow waiting for her, but a cloth garment, idly discarded there by one of the careless grunts… a pair of boxer shorts.

She sat up quickly, the shorts trapped on her snout. She reached up to quickly snatch the shorts from her face… but paused once she actually grabbed them.

The scent… it was…. intoxicating.

She couldn’t help but take another quick sniff… perhaps, just one more wouldn’t be too damaging. She took another whiff... the rich aroma of spicy musk bursting in her olfactory organ. She felt her body shudder and tremble, her heart start to pound and throb once again, her fur raise in little hackles of lust.

There was no stopping herself now: she buried her wet nostrils in the crotch of the boxers and wheezed in, drinking in the stench with her nose greedily, letting a hoof reach between her legs to touch her engorged filly-parts. After a few more whiffs, Zala started to put the fabric into her mouth, tasting the essence left over by the nameless stallion. Her hoof-tip pressed into her folds, rubbing against her clitoris and she moaned into the soft cloth of the guard-issued underwear, her passion rising… peaking… she was about t-

The door to the barracks burst open and Tower Shield and Kami trotted in, chatting with each other about the best method to tie one’s breastplate without magic. Zala squeaked and twisted away on her bed, rigidly snapping her hooves to her sides and throwing the soaked pair of boxers to the floor beside her, praying to the Sun that the two guards-ponies had not noticed her dirty actions…

With a pounding heart, a miserable Zala buried her head against the cot… it seemed it would be hard to sleep indeed…

Still… she tried.

The hours seemed to drag on, punctuated only by the odd opening and closing of the barracks doors as the watches switched, one guards-pony switching for another as the hours dragged on. All Zala could think of were the images of throbbing pony-flesh, and the burning need in her loins, begging to be quenched as she twisted and turned in a state of half-sleep.

It was some un-Celestial time in the darkest midnight hours, when Zala could take it no more. Her sweaty body craved sustenance, touch, closeness with another. She arose, still in that hazy state of consciousness between sleep and the waking world, her body acting out partially out of instinct and partially out of her own will, a biological missile of lusty desire, unstoppable.

Zala slunk across the barracks floor, her tails swishing left and right as she left small patters of her arousal, the drippings from her marehood, drawing a path from her cot to Kami’s. The zebra’s tongue traced over her lips in anticipation of the tastes and textures she couldn’t wait to experience.

She ducked her head under the edge of the grey-green blanket instantly hit with a wave of the white pegasus’s smell. With the most careful of movements, she gingerly put her weight onto Kami’s bunk, sliding up against his softly snoring and unaware body. She was hit with a sudden feeling of comfort, of rightness the proximity to the strong, handsome pony reassuring her.

Snuggling into his chest, Zala sighed, the warmth of the big pony spreading into her striped fur. She began to play with the wispy hairs of his body, the fine fur and colored mane fascinating to her, a wondrous toy for her playful hooves… but it wasn’t long before she decided she had waited long enough, and her exploratory hooves went southward.

Almost instantly she found the nub of protruding male flesh, partially exposed from Kami’s own nocturnal fantasies, and began to squeeze and marvel at the shape, the feel, the weight of the grunt’s stallionhood. He was beginning to stir now, his ears flicking left and right and his eyelids beginning to flutter. There would be no escaping being revealed… but Zala was beyond caring, she needed this!

“Mmmm… why don’t you suck it, little Zebra?” A sleepy voice smiled from above her head, and Zala felt the press of the pegasus’s hoof as he guided her down under the covers towards his stiffening cock.

Zala didn’t resist, sliding her own body down the supine soldier, dragging her own chest against his, pulling her sweaty body along his as she slid down, beginning to feel the quickly hardening cock against her belly as she slid between Kami’s legs.

“That’s it, Zala… open wide now…” He whispered, stroking her heavy zebra mane.

Zala lifted the heavy penis, now almost completely stiff, looking up from it at the guards-pony she had accosted, with a dreamy look on her face she opened her muzzle slightly, leaned forward, and took a long lick across the diamond shaped head of the stallion’s cockhead.

“Mmm! Yeah… that’s it…. Take it in!” Kami groaned, pushing the back of Zala’s head more insistently, smushing his flare against her nose, not quite forcing his fat knob into her mouth, but certainly making a very strong suggestion. Not that he had to ‘suggest’ very hard - Zala’s first taste of Equestrian guard-pony cock would not nearly sate her. She opened her jaw wide and let the stallionhood slide into her muzzle, as it strained her muzzle to permit such a wide organ without scraping her teeth against him.

She wasn’t sure how she knew what to do… but what she did know was that she had to get more of the incredible juice slowly seeping from his cockslit onto her tongue, she lashed back and forth, trying to absorb more and more of his essence. And she could tell it was working: the groans and thankful rubbing of the back of her head were evidence enough of that.

Zala fell into a trance, drunk on the taste of pony-cock, the satisfaction of knowing this strong, intelligent pony was trapped in a web of pleasure she had woven. She reveled in the throbbing feel of his flesh inside her, his stiffening ridge against the roof of her mouth. She grunted at the pleasurable waves flowing through her, the winking throbs that wracked her pleasure center, her fillyhood, with each beat of her heart…

She wasn’t sure how much time was passing… she felt she suck this stallion forever… but she was interrupted.

A rush of shock and adrenaline stiffened her for a moment as she felt the blanket covering her torn from her back, and a sudden press against her exposed obsidian-colored marehood, as it throbbed beneath her flagged, zebra tail.

“Buck… she’s buckin’ horny, dude…” Det Cord whispered from behind her as he pressed his long and slender stallionhood against Zala’s winking cunt. “She is definitely DTF!”

Zala mewled, wiggling her bottom and pressing backward. Some primal instinct demanded that she try to impale her burning ache on the organic rod of steel pressing into her soft folds. The unicorn-stallion’s pushed forward, his cock starting to agonizingly spread the zebra-filly’s pussy.

“MMMmmngh!” Zala moaned into Kami’s cock, unable to get her words out from around the thick pole. She felt her tight cunt spreading, stretching, wider and wider… to an extent that she didn’t think possible… as her body tried to accept the new invading member. And then, he slid in.

“Fuuuuck… this filly is tight!” Det groaned, putting his hoof on the small of her back as he wasted almost no time in pumping in and out of her.

Zala’s eyes rolled back in her head - she swooned ever so slightly before regaining her composure. Just moments before she had suffering in silence on her cot - rubbing at herself in futility… now she had so suddenly been stuffed with two pony-stallionhoods in her mouth and in her marehood.

Both of the guards-ponies began to pleasure themselves: the pegasus humping into her mouth softly and the unicorn pushing deeper into her. All she could do was be washed away by the waves of pleasure exploding through her, as the dark brown cock opened up her marehood and plumbed her depths. The stallion would press forward until her clenching resistance became too much, then pull back ever so slightly to a chorus of wet, squelching squeaks from her sucking lower-lips.

“L-luna… f-fuck! I’m going to… ugh!!!” Zala’s focus was pulled away from her pussy and back to her mouth. The already thick flare buried at the back of her throat suddenly throbbed larger and larger… blocking her ability to breathe for a terrifying moment as she tried to pull it out of her mouth, but was prevented by the hoof on the back of her head. The larger flare tilted upward and spasmed, releasing a huge jet of thick spunk that filled her mouth with it’s first ejaculation.

“Fuuuck! T-take it, you little slut!” Kami groaned, his head tilting toward the ceiling as his hips pumped up off the cot beneath him.

Zala felt the massive load spill from the sides of her mouth: she wasn’t able to swallow fast enough to ingest all the wonderful fluids, and each subsequent splash of heavy stallion juice escaped her mouth and trickled over her chest fur. She felt the pressure on the back of her head subside as Kami pulled his still-cumming black shaft from her muzzle. Zala groaned, lifting her head in reaction to the thrusts from the unicorn behind her - only to receive the last ropes of Kami’s orgasm across her nose and into her mane.

“Mmf! Y-yes… thank you! Thank you!” Zala moaned, each syllable in time with the increasing pace of thrustsfucking her from behind. Her head now up she saw that it wasn’t just the two stallions in front and behind her: in front of her. Standing off to one side of Kami was Feudal Feather… also stroking his dark grey shaft. Behind him was the younger bat, Radar, awkwardly standing and trying to determine just where he should go, his black erection bobbing underneath him. Finally, on the other side of the barracks, watching with interest was Tower Shield… Zala could see that his huge stallionhood was slowly starting to lengthen and flop against the ground.

“Shift over, Kami…” Feudal grunted, putting a hoof on Zala’s shoulder and twisting her awkwardly on the cot so that she would turn to face his hips.

Zala squeaked and did her best to accommodate, though the deeper and more insistent pounding coming from behind her made that difficult. Det Cord had grabbed hold of her hips and was starting to leverage some serious force, his long cock now knocking against Zala’s cervix with each thrust, even though he still had inches to spare.

This new bumping action against such a sensitive inner-spot thrust her forward, grinding her into Feudal Feather’s groin, pressing her snout into his hot balls and grinding his shaft against her sweaty face.

“Suck it, Zala.” Feudal grunted, pulling his cock down across her muzzle and pressing it into her panting mouth.

She took a deep breath with her mouth, a final gasp of cock-scented oxygen before engulfing as much of Feudal’s penis as she could. His shaft was not as thick and large as Kami, nor as long as Det Cord’s vagina-drilling pipe, but a happy medium between the two.

She was barely rational enough to consider the different taste of the other pegasus’s stallionhood, his precum seemed more watery, less sticky than Kami’s. She licked at the flare, once again marvelling at the heat and size of pony-stallions compared. Just as she went for a particularly deep lick of the head in her cheeks, Det Cord slapped her flanks with a particularly vicious thrust.

She felt his flare partially push into her cervix, which had slowly been yielding to the constant bumping thrusts. Zala tightened and clenched, straightening up slightly, which made her impale herself on the cock in her gullet, driving it with a choking gasp into the back of her throat.

Feudal Feather groaned and gripped Zala’s mane, pulling her face toward his crotch, eager to drive more of his shaft into her hot little mouth - pushing the bump of his flare past the back of her mouth, and beginning to truly throat swab the little filly.

Zala’s body was in a state of complete confusion. She was being assaulted with so many different sensations. Her loins, sopping, burning and clenching around a stud inside her womb. Her heart, throbbing and pounding to pump blood to all her extremities. Her lungs, burning for air as she choked on the fatter penis in her mouth. Her throat, aching and clenching against the swabbing her esophagus was receiving. Her face - eyes and nose running with a mixture of drool and stallion juices, cheeks puffing out in a desperate attempt to handle the face-fucking she was receiving… and her brain - awash in a crazy sea of endorphins, panic-inducing adrenaline… and a huge surge of dopamine from the pure sensation of being well and truly bred by her pony-hosts.

It was too much!

Zala felt something in her trigger, like a breaking dam - a shaking series of wracking spasms that made her powerful zebra hips gyrate and hump back against the pony fucking her from behind, slamming her filly-hips against his groin as she bucked back against him. One eye rolled back and she began to chokingly gasp for air, making sickening little throat sounds as she struggled for oxygen: her body heaving in its demand for enough fuel for her body to process her massive, overwhelming orgasm.

“Holy fuck dude - this little slut is cumming!” Det cord groaned, as the tight zebra-ass ground demandingly against him. He winced and clenched his teeth while bending over her, the milking vice-like tightness of her clamping cunt almost painful to him.

“Holy sh-shit!” Feudal Feather breathed out, as he hilted against the filly’s mouth, a spattering waterfall of drool coating his swinging balls. Kami, now recovered from his orgasm, grumpily tried to move off the cot, to escape the stallion-bits swinging near his face.

Zala was shuddering, convulsing, as she began to release all that terrible tension that had been building up for the past two days in such close proximity to her ultimate desires. Mare-juice started spraying from Zala’s winking cunt, tremendous splatters of clear liquid spattering to the barracks floor and over Det Cord’s hooves.

“F-fuck” Det Cord groaned, grasping with his hooves as hard as he could, pulling up a fold of Zala’s tight flesh, before leaning forward to nuzzle his face against the zebra’s sweaty, humid back. “She’s so… f-fuck!” He opened his mouth and nipped Zala’s neck instinctively as his own orgasm overcame him, induced by the milking muscles of the orgasming zebra-filly under him.

Zala felt the cock in her womb throb larger and larger, pressing against the sides of her womb and embedding itself in her, wedging itself in her uterus before exploding it’s hot, sticky load. She rumbled out a low groan around the stallionflesh stuffed down her esophagus, the incredible feel of boiling, steamy, satisfying stallion-batter pumping into her - filling her - breeding her! Her eyes rolled left and right wildly in blissful agony, her fillyhood clenching in milking spasms to coax every drop of hot ejaculate from the unicorning biting the tender nape of her neck.

“Sh-shit!”

Zala suddenly felt a sharp pain from her scalp: Feudal Feather’s hooves pulling wildly at the thick strands of her mane. Her rumbling moans and tight throat muscles had pushed this stallion over the edge as well. The sharp pain was lost in the cacophony of other feeling though: she only dimly noticed it against the sense of the pegasus’s flare throbbing out into her esophagus and beginning to pump its gooey, spurting shots directly into her stomach.

There she was, a little zebra-filly, barely eighteen years of age, spit-roasted between two guards-ponies, both simultaneously pumping her full of their virile, potent cum: she was in heaven!

What felt like an eternity of ecstatic rumination later (thought it was only a few heartbeats), Kami, still trapped under the well-fucked zebra, shoved his flying soldier-buddy away from his cot. “Buck off, Feudal… I want a second round!” Kami also kicked out with a left hoof against the thigh of the panting, tongue-lolled out body of Det Cord.

Both stallions slunk back, filling the barracks with the loud sound of schlorping, wet withdrawal of flaccid, fleshy-tubes from tight, sopping zebra-holes. There was not too much mess from either end though, both stallions having been so deep that they had injected their precious genetic payloads directly into their targets, leaving only a foamy froth as evidence of the heated filly-fuck session they had just culminated.

“That’s it Zala, hop up here, filly.” Kami coaxed, lifting the groggy endorphin-drunk zebra under her armpits and pulling her up his supine body, so that her hips moved up to his belly button - aligning her still spasming folds to be penetrated by his own cock, now eager for its second foray deep into zebra territory.

Zala pushed bolt upright, her eyes going from being unfocused and lazy to wide and alert in shock: the thick knob of Kami’s cockhead was pressing into her cunt. The slick froth of her well-stirred marejuice helped ease her lips, which had to unroll and spread almost painfully, stretching wider and wider to permit him to slip inside her. Kami used the new upright, ‘cow-girl’ style zebra’s position to grab two hoof-fuls of her zebra-filly ass and pull her down against him, instantly driving his thick stallionhood halfway into her, causing Zala’s back to arch as a lightning bolt of pleasure throbbed through her. The thick cock was spreading her so wide that the shaft was grinding against her fat, winking clit… making her lose her breath with pleasure.

“D-dude… I was w-waiting my turn… not cool.” Radar groaned.

“Celestia Radar, don’t be such a little filly… she doesn’t just have one hole dude.” Kami grunted, annoyed that he couldn’t focus on the incredible sensation of rippling, pink zebra-flesh gripping and massaging his member because of this whiny colt.

Radar grunted and stepped forward, intending to have the zebra filly suck his dick as well… unfortunately this put his balls right over Kami’s groaning face… something he was NOT happy about.

“Shit! Get the fuck outta my face you idiot!”

“Wh-what? You said to use her othe-”

“Her asshole you moron! Shit!” Kami snarled, as the whimpering zebra began to softly bounce on his fat cock.

“Her t-tailhole? Th-that’s dirty though isn’t i-”

“BOOT! GO FUCK HER ASS OR SHUT YOUR FUCKIN’ HOLE” Kami screamed, starting to meet Zala’s plaintive bouncing with his own gentle hip thrusts, slowly driving more and more of his girthy black shaft into her squelching cunt.

Radar grumbled as he nervously walked around the cot and approached from behind, the incredible sight of the zebra filly sliding up and down Kami’s thick pole, right to the stop of his thick medial ring. Her tight flanks perfectly proportioned, a cute and athletically proportioned set of asscheeks that clenched with muscular power as they bounced up and down. Her thick zebra tail was flagged up high, whisking all about randomly in the throes of passion, revealing a tight black pucker beneath the dock, her slender wrinkle of a ponut that looked so impossibly tight… and yet so inviting.

He stepped forward and pressed his wet cockhead, slick from the burble of pre-cum that he had generated after masturbating in his role as spectator of the previous rounds of the orgy. He hiked up her tail, gripping it in one hoof, making Zala stop her humping for a moment and giving the thestral a chance to aim his cock.

Radar hesitated for a moment as he pressed his cockslit against her pucker. The heat coming from the orifice was astounding. “I-is th-this OK?”

“Boot! You FUCK that filly-ass!” Shouted Kami, annoyed that he was waiting on the meek novice yet again.

Zala looked over her shoulder, half-lidded eyes and differently sized, heart-shaped irises lost in the throes of her sexual high… her tongue hanging out of one corner of her mouth, drool falling down that she had to slurp back into her before going on.

“Y-yeshh…. Pw-pwease f-fuck…. Me…” She groaned.

Radar pushed forward, wrapping his hooves around the filly’s belly in a hug to find purchase.

Zala screamed out, an incredible stinging tightness from her tailhole momentarily overwhelming all her other senses as the right ring of muscle around her ponut unclenched and was pressed out wide by the bat-pony’s flare. Radar may have been the smallest of all the guard-stallions, but he was still bigger than any zebra she had ever seen… and now he was pushing that log of stallionflesh into her tiny, vise-like, asshole!

The pucker yielded inevitably, slowly but surely, aided by the spreading force from the thick pegasus cock widening the skin of her nethers, and the slickness and lubrication present everywhere down below. The stinging tightness became a burning throb as the thestrals head ‘popped’ into her anus.

“H-holy Celestia!” Radar squeaked out, “I-it feels better than I’d ever imagined, I never thought a zebra would be my first…”

Zala groaned, falling forward out of the thestral’s grasp, her chest fur swealily slapping against Kami’s ribcage as she lay against him. The bat scooched forward, and she writhed with a mixture of pain and pleasure with the thestral-flesh pressing deeper into her asshole. The incredible feeling of fullness, of being completely STUFFED with pony-cock, the two large shafts cramming into both of her plot-holes, shifting her interior organs, her tender walls, her muscles, pushing her hip bones wide… she was being completely dominated by the Equestrians…

She loved it.

“Hey. Hey cutie… back to work now…” Kami whispered at the half-coherent Zala, before starting to softly pump his hips again.

Zala tried. She tried to move her hips to drive more pegasus-cock into her body, but as she moved down, the bat would either be starting or stopping a thrust, awkwardly making her flinch or falter, preventing her from working up a good rhythm and short-circuiting any control she had over her muscles. There was nothing she could do: she was now just along for the ride, only able to nuzzle the underside of Kami’s snout while writhing in pleasure.

“Dude… I can feel your dick with MY dick!” Radar groaned.

“Shut the FUCK up, boot.” Kami snarled.

Zala moaned and thrashed, feeling a ne wave of buildup crescendoing inside her. It was true that she could feel the two rock hard cocks in her pinching the thin membranes of her pussy and asshole’s inner walls, squeezing remarkably sensitive nerve endings between the haphazardly pistoning stallionhoods.

She twisted her face up, in a small spasm… only for her nose to bump against something new… and wet.

“What the fuck, Tourniquet? Where’d you come from?” Kami groaned, looking up at the silver-plate clad body of the unicorn medic, who had straddled his face, pressing her small teats against his snout so that her marehood would be positioned in front of Zala’s muzzle.

“Sarge thinks I’m taking a leak, I could hear you buckin’ queue-jumpers having a good-time without me from outside, you asses.”

“Get the fuck offa m-nghh!” Kami’s groan was cut-off as the medic let her weight fall onto his face, smothering him with her tits.

Zala looked lazily, half-consciously up at the plot in front of her, a strange mix of blue fur and pink, winking, mare-flesh beneath a flagged green tail and sparkling silver plate. She felt a hoof on the back of her head, Tourniquet was reaching over her shoulder, looking down at the filly with a wolfish smile and guiding her toward her throbbing unicorn-clit.

“That’s it little filly… come to momma…”

Zala’s nose pressed into the sticky folds of Tourniquet’s marehood, drowning in the gooey, mint-smelling lubcirnat-juice that was stickily connecting the medic’s folds. She felt a throbbing heat shoot in and out of her lips as Tourniquet’s love bud throbbed into her. With the mare grinding her hips back into her face to pleasure herself, and the two stallions inside her thrusting her forward, Zala had no choice in taking the clit into her mouth and burying her snout deep into Equestrian snatch.

“Ohhhh yeah honey… suck my fuckin’ clit, babe!” Tourniquet moaned, making little thrusts backward into the zebra-filly.

Zala was lost again. Stuffed in every hole. Her womb and stomach filled with thick stallion batter. Her nose only able to inhale the humid fog of Tourniquet’s arousal. Her tongue only able to taste the slick mare-cum strands off of the large clitoral bulb in her mouth. She thrashed, gasped… and came.

Her ass and pussy clenched up, milking in impossibly rapid convulsion as they wracked and stirred with pleasure. Her chest lifted and writhed against Kami beneath her as she tried to lift herself through involuntary muscular action, only to be pinned back against the pony by Radar as he pressed down against her, sandwiching her. Zala tried to wrench her face left and right, away from the marehood in front of her, only for it to become more deeply buried in unicorn-cunt. Her pussy began to platter and splash once again, soaking the balls slapping against her plot randomly soaking everything. Her winking pussy flapped open and shut with alternating milking loosenings and subsequent vise-like tightenings, driven by her throbbing clitoris. On one of those milks spread her just wide enough that Kami’s cock suddenly slid all the way into her, driving the medial ring into her vagina and hilting her immediately.

“Mnnnghhh… hnggnnhhh… !” Zala groaned out, directly into Tourniquet’s sopping pussy.

“F-fuck!” A unison chorus of exhortation came from both Radar and Tourniquet.

Zala felt her ass suddenly get even more full, as the thestral’s cock flared out and began to jerk and spasm. At the same time, she felt a huge gush of copous sticky liquid splatter across her face. Then her ass was suddenly warm… hot! A burning liquid fullness was pouring into her bottom, cumming in squirt after squirt as Radar crammed himself as deep as he could fit into her tight little ass, each ejaculation coming with a powerful hump forward.

The fattened cock in her ass seemed to press against her vaginal wall, making her even tighter against the fat pegasus stallionhood, now completely filling her, all the way into her womb, crushing her squishy, membranous walls with its girth. Then even that began to expand. Zala’s vision exploded in stars as Kami also flared inside her, making her feel like she was about to break, before he too started to squirt and shoot into her, stuffing her womb full with even more cum, making her belly expand obscenely.

“HMNNNNNGHH!” Kami groaned, directly into the orgasming Tourniquet’s teats.

And so they all writhed and came, juices and ejaculates squirting everywhere. Shafts and gashes throbbing and spasming, as they all cried out in a glorious climax.

...

It took some time for them all to catch their breaths.

Zala lay there, sandwiched between much larger ponies, her entire body shaking with sweat and exertion, her insides completely stuffed with cum, her brain completely flooded with oxycontin, her heart entirely enslaved to the ponies around her.

Radar withdrew first, then Tourniquet.

Then Zala felt herself being lifted by huge arms, her tight pussy holding onto Kami’s flaccid cock as she was pulled off of him, separating with a loud ‘POP’ and releasing a huge glob of pouring white cum onto the cot below as she was whisked into the air.

“Hey there… there we go, filly… easy, easy!” Tower Shield’s voice filled her ears, comforting her and soothing her as he cradled her sweaty body. “Good girl… you did a great job, Zala.” Tower Shield hummed, setting her down on the barracks floor gingerly.

Zala felt her heart swelling… they were so kind! So loving! She had already completely submitted to them as a brood-mare, to be used however she wanted… but still they gave her so much love and comfort! Treating her like a beloved wife or daughter!

Zala wanted more of their love, their strength, their lust… she wanted them!

Weakly she stumbled to her hooves, leaning forward onto a nearby cot to take the weight of of her unsteady front hooves. She looked back over her shoulder at the huge earth-pony stallion behind her… and flicked her tail up with the last bit of her strength.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Tower chuckled, bemused.

“She’s asking for you, Tower!” “Let’s go Tower!” “C’mon you pussy!” A chorus of shouts from the other members of the squad came from all around.

“Shut it!” Tower Shield growled, his eyes focused on the little filly presenting herself to him, perched on the edge of the cot.

Zala watched as the huge white stallion, stood up on his hind legs, revealing that gargantuan cock in all of its glory, now completely stiff and erect, even larger than she’d seen it the day before. The huge obsidian cock was as big as two of her forelegs put together, easily the size of a small tree branch. It sported a THICK and terrifying cockhead, as wide as a saucer plate, and throbbing with a slick, dripping stream of stallion pre-cum. Huge and pulsating veins carried the massive amount of blood needed to fill this monster, tracing up the full 17 inch shaft, their winding paths only broken by the horrifyingly thick medial ring near the base… which was almost twice as large again as the head.

How could such a thing exist on a pony!? This looked like something she had seen under one of the elephants she’d seen as a child! It was like some demon-stallion’s penis: a truly frightening tool….

Her tail wagged slightly and her legs spread wider: she wanted it. She needed it! She wanted to be bred, fucked… destroyed by these wonderful ponies.

Tower Shield stepped forward, his heavy hooves landing on either side of her head on the cot with heavy thuds. Just the weight of his huge hooves could have crushed her. He was easily able to mount her without even coming in contact with any part of her body: only her tail was able to brush the underside of his belly as he positioned himself over top of her. She shivered with fear and excitement.

A heavy THUMP, landed on her back, and she felt the cot creak under her hooves as she took on more weight. At first she thought that Tower Shield had put his weight onto her back, but she noticed that his arms were still holding him away from her… this was just the weight of his cock!

She trembled again with trepidation. Looking back to see the huge black log of stallion-dick resting between her asscheeks, the medial ring over her dock, the massive shaft stretching up past her lower back, and the thick coronal ridge and dome of his flare reaching to just between her shoulder blades, where it was drooling a slick burbling line of stallion pre-cum.

Tower Shield leaned down to the trembling little zebra, smiling and whispering to her. “See little filly? I don’t think you can handle this… it’s ok… don’t strain yourse-”

“Fuck me.”

Tower Shield’s attempt to dissuade her was cut off by Zala’s insistent demand.

“Wh-what?”

“She said, FUCK HER, Tower!” Det hollered from his position across from them.

“Yeah, c’mon you little filly-bitch!” Tourniquet hooted.

Tower stumbled backwards, hemming and hawing “G-guys… I… I’m m-married… and she’s so... “

Zala looked back with pleading and watery eyes, her breath gasping as she begged: “P-please, m-mister…” Her wet, juice and soat sweat tail flopped from being flagged over her left side to being flagged over her right side, desperately trying to grab her attention.

Tourniquet and Det Cord’s horns ignited and shoved the stunned Tower Shield forward. “No excuses now, pussy! Even your wife would want you to fuck this poor little filly!”

Tower Shield carefully steadied himself against Zala’s ass, his huge hoof able to ‘palm’ her whole flank. He took one hoof to grip and hike up her tail, accidentally lifting her rear hooves off the ground as he stallion-handled her like the much smaller creature she was. Setting her back down, Tower kicked her rear hood wider, making sure that her hips were splayed as wide apart as possible, her ihps facing downward and her pussy gaping open and shut as she winked repeatedly.

Zala released a small torrent of filly-cum involuntarily, her body reacting instinctively to the imminent stud-fucking she was about to receive. She felt Tower awkwardly positioning himself behind her, trying to align his huge knob against her tiny, juice-spurting slit.

“Celestia forgive me…” Tower mumbled, before starting to press forward.

Zala felt the huge knob press against her. The ridges of his flare were almost touching the insides of her thighs. The difference in size was ridiculous. Not even the tip of the dome of his shaft was able to push into her tiny, tight little cunt! Instead she was simply being pinned against the cot by the huge stallion, the press of his huge dick against her unyielding pussy smushing his throbbing cockhead painfully.

“B-buck… y-you’re… you’re too big!” Zala mewled, her mind racing to try to comprehend how she could ever fit this gigantic sausage of pure stallion-meat into her tiny rump.

“Shhhh… my wife is about your size… and she always ends up loving it…” Tower cooed, palming Zala’s left flank as he continued to grind and push against her.

“What’s the hold-up!? Sarge is gonna kick my ass if I take any longer!” Tourniquet whined.

“Shut it!” Tower snarled at her.

Tourniquet humphed and ignited her horn, a small field of magical energy gripping at Zala’s pussy lips, straining to pull them apart as much as she could, the bright pink flesh peeking out, starkly contrasted against Zala’s night-black filly-cunt. Still, even with the assistance, Tower could only struggle against her pussy.

“Fuck it! Get ready Tower!” Tourniquet grunted. Her horn brightening even more.

“Huh? AghhhH!!!” Tower yelped, as his flare was enveloped in Tourniquet’s field and compressed, squeezed painfully with all of her magical force.

But it work.

With a sickening and obscene, squelching pop, the huge cock thrust into Zala’s tiny pussy. Instinctively, Zala bucked out, her hooves kicking at air before coming back to rest under her. She felt like she was tearing! The other ponies were big, but this was something completely different! It felt like her entire insides were being shifted out of the way of this huge, hot knob of stallion-cock pushing into her. She felt fuller than when she’d had Radar’s cock in her asshole and Kami’s cock in her vagina!

A huge chorus of cheers and claps broke out around the room… a whooping and hollering raucous set of shouts and applause. A chant started among the encouraging squadmates: “Tower! Tower! Tower!”

Zala had never felt like this before… she was being completely stuffed by this HUGE stud. She tentatively began to wiggle her bottom backward, straining and spasming her stretched fillyhood, the impossibly tight cunt ever so slowly devouring more of the huge stallionhood. She felt Tower begin to press forward as well, his huge size agonizingly expanding the depths of her tight little filly-vagina, widening it inch by agonizing inch as his huge, knobby flare scraped along her inner walls.

He was barely even a third of the way into her when his swollen cock-slit kissed up against the stretched-out hole of her cervix, kissing it and pressing the arch of his flare’s dome into her already-cum stuffed womb. There was no way he was going any further: the raw physics of her hip’s bone structure wouldn’t permit it!

“F-f-fuck!” Tower Shield moaned out, his small, relatively constrained pistons slowly squelching his huge shaft in and out of the much smaller filly under him.

Zala groaned, writhing under the huge pony mounting her, fucking her… pistoning in and out of her with slow, devastating strokes. The Equestrian was conquering her… destroying her… breaking her entire mind and committing her spirit to the superior pony-male. Her mouth fell open as she began to shiver and cum, her clitoris winking in and out constantly, her body spraying a trickle of filly-juice for the third time that night, coating Tower Shield’s lower shaft in her hot, natural lube…

But she didn’t stop.

She was broken.

Zala’s orgasm never tailed off, her pleasure center pumping more and more oxycontin, adrenaline and endorphins into her small body. Her heart-shaped eyes rolling up in her head.

“Holy shit! Tower, ya’ fuckin’ destroyed her!” Feudal hooted, pumping a hoof in the air.

“Shit!” Tourniquet swore. “I wanna see him pump that Zebra full of spunk... but Sarge is gonna kick my tail if I take any longer…” She looked nervously at the door, then back to the grunting and straining Tower Shield, as he slowly fucked the delirious little Zebra-filly into oblivion. “Fuck it!” Tourniquet walked forward and gripped the two thirds of exposed earth-pony cock still outside of Zala and began to softly pump and stroke the stallionhood with her soft underhooves.

“You guy’s fuckin’ OWE me!” She grumbled, her armor making little clinking sounds as she began to give her squadmate a hoofjob while he fucked their zebra guest.

“Wooo! Go Tourney!” “Get ‘at it, filly!” “So much for bein’ a filly-fooler!” The guys cheered her on.

Tourniquet spat on her hooes, pumping harder and faster, encouraging Tower Shield to also start fucking Zala harder.

“E-easy! Th-that’s too… ungh!” Tower Shield groaned out, his head craning back as he began to involuntarily hump forward, his base and medial ring pumped by Tourniquet’s hooves, and his upper shaft and head being milked by Zala’s spasming, orgasmic cunt.

“Fuck that noise, Tower, I want you to blow!” Tourniquet growled, igniting her horn. A warm magic field shifted down and gripped Tower’s heavy balls, surrounding them with a buzzing, massaging, electric energy.

“Oh Celestia! Oh Celestia! Oh Celestia!” Tower began to gasp, over and over, as the impossibly overwhelming feelings coursed through him in crashing waves of feeling.

Tourniquet was jacking the huge stallion meat at a blur of a pace now, a small sweat building up under her silver helmet, her tongue bit between her teeth in concentration.

Zala was just constantly screaming now, mindlessly, rising and falling in squeaking yells as the huge stud-cock slammed into her at the same blurring pace encouraged by Tourniquet. Her womb was throbbing, her cunt was throbbing, her clit was throbbing. Everything was on fire! Her neurons were swimming in a sea of potent neurochemical aphrodisiac as she came over and over and over. Her zebra body was milking and pleading at the huge stallion fucking her, begging to receive his hot load.

“Stop…. Fuckin’.... Resisting!” Tourniquet huffed, running out of breath. She bit down on her tongue even harder, and summoning one more huge rush of magical energy, extending the field that was surrounding Tower’s balls to spread over his large tailhole, sliding inside and prodding his delicate and swollen membrane which rested against his prostate, milking it with the last ounce of her strength.

It was too much for Tower.

He reared up in a whinny onto his hind legs, lifting the entire filly impaled on his huge cock off the ground, suspended only by his spasming shaft. It was a good thing that Zala was completely incoherent to anything but the pleasure she could feel, as the huge cock expanded even larger, flaring out as the earth-pony stud began to cum.

“Yes! That’s it! Gooooood boy… let it alllll out for momma…!” Tourniquet coaxed, softly milking the clenching and unclenching shaft and balls while she gently caressed his releasing prostate.

“HOLY SHIT!” “LOOK AT HER BELLY!” “SHE’S GETTING FUCKING HUGE!” The squad shouted and cheered, pointing and laughing.

Zala’s belly was indeed inflating out, a high-pressure stream of rope after rope of fertile Equestrian, earth-pony cum joining the brew of unicorn and pegasus batter already in her. Tower Shield slowly lowered back down to all fours, letting out a tight breath as his clenched face slowly unwound. His huge cock tensed and untensed, each throb growing the filly’s belly with more hot cum, each flexing pump powerful enough to lift her slightly off the ground.

“We fuckin’ did it boys!” Tourniquet cheered, unlighting her horn and turning to high-five her comrades, whooping it up…

Then the door burst open.

“What in da FUCK is goin’ on in here, devil-diamond-dawgs?” Sergeant Bayou screamed as the plywood door ricocheted off the wall with the force of the kick he had laid on it.

The entire squad froze in mid high-fives and looked over at their team leader… a moment passed… then a sickening schlorp broken the tension, as Zala’s overfilled womb finally began to spurt thick, white semen out from around the tight seal of Tower Sheild’s still ejaculating cock.

“I’ve bin’ out there on post solo for thiry fuckin’ minutes CORPSMARE!” Bayou screamed, pointing at the sweaty unicorn. “A zebe warria couldah’ cut my dam’ head off ten fuckin’ minutes ago and yew’d all still be in here doin’ FUCK ALL! Now git the buck back on post!” He pointed outside, waiting for Tourniquet to trot by him, her tail tucked beneath her legs.

He turned and looked back at the rest of the team, half of them covered in obscene juices, half of them with semi-flaccid cocks hanging in the wind… and one of them with a leaking zebra filly impaled on his huge stallionhood.

“As you were, Guardsponies.” He turned to leave, and all of the squad began to sigh… before he turned back and added something more, making everyone tighten up again. “But don’ yew tail-holes think yer’ gonna make it, 4 days fuckin’ that there filly when ya’ should be sleepin’... doin’ that shit right up, until we head back to the CP.” He pulled a cigarette from his saddle bag before continuing. “Yew’ll wear yerselve’s out, on that little spitfire...” He chuckled and shook his head, then turned to follow after tourniquet.

All the stallions looked at one another in wonder and awed silence… then looked to the little Zebra-filly… who was just waking from being passed out, her body looking half-way pregnant from the amount of stallion cum pumped into her.

“M-m..m-more… Please.”

End

Author's Note

Did you enjoy it? Shoot me a like and favorite if you did!

This all came from a lovely and hilarious edit of one of Shino's pictures, that spawned an adorable and sexy greentext of "Zala the Zebra" on 4chan's notorious /mlp/ board.

I can't take credit for her, she was invented by the hive mind of our collective tail-holes (whom I love to death).

I went much further than I have in the past with the kinks on this one, and I know that this is a controversial subject in the first place, because a lot people project strange race relations and other human concepts onto zebra-pony relations.

To me, I just LOVE the idea of mares getting fucked silly, and using this trope is just another great way for me to project that fantasy.

Nonetheless I fully expect to get a lot of hate and negativity, which is FINE! I just hope that some of you out there enjoy this, too!

~Clops