Nopony can know

by Holocron

Rating: mature
Tags: Non-consensual, Random, Sex, Zebra, Anthro, Fleur de Lis, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Porn
Length: 1004

Fleur is blackmailed into some sexual humiliation.

Fleur de Lis is a mare of high society. She and her husband Fancypants are well known and well respected. But there are aspects of her past, aspects she had hoped were long forgotten. But she was wrong. When an anonymous letter, with a scandalous photo, appears in her mail, the mare has to do whatever it takes to make this go away. No matter what.

This is part of my 1K Challenge.

Published 2018-11-13 00:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-11-13 00:40:01 UTC

I'll do anything

“I’ll do anything.”

Those were the words Fleur said that she would soon regret. Sitting in the dark room, she could only imagine the horror and humiliation that was being prepared for her. Even in the dim light, she could see what he had done to her. She was naked, her bare and voluptuous body was exposed for any to see. But what was the strangest, was that her body was covered in black zebra stripes; painted onto her body only minutes ago. As well as her mane, which was braided into dreadlocks. Anypony who didn’t recognize her would see her as a zebra whore. And that was the intention. A knock from the door roused her thoughts away.

“It’s time.” Called a voice, a voice Fleur hated. “Hurry up slut.”

Opening the door, Fleur saw him, the large zebra Uchafu. He was shirtless, wearing only loose pants that showed off his bulge. The sight and smell of his musk only made the mare nauseous. She wanted to run, but she had no choice. He had something on her, evidence of a past she had long wished to forget. Over the past months, Fleur had been receiving letters that held numerous photos, photos of the mare in poses and outfits that did not suit a mare of her status. She took them in her youth, a way to be rebellious against her strict, wealthy family. It was thrilling, especially because she would often pair with the one race her father hated, zebras. Uchafu was one of Fleur’s many flings, but he was also the most obsessed with her. She had barely managed to escape him when she was younger. But now, there was no hope.

“Just like old times.” Uchafu laughed as he led the mare down the hall. Fleur was silent, glaring in anger at the zebra. “Oh don’t be that way babe. You loved it back then. But you were just a barely legal brat trying to piss off your daddy.” He smirked, reaching to grope at the mare’s ass. “Now, your a sexy mare trying to hide the truth from your husband.”

“Just keep your word when this is over!” Fleur snapped, smacking the zebra’s hand away. “The faster I get through this, the better.”

“Oh I will.” Uchafu replied, rubbing Fleur’s back. “Just one more night, and the letters stop.” Reaching the door to the next room, he paused for a moment. “We’re here. Oh and my the way, try not to freak out too much.”

Walking out into the room, Fleur’s eyes widened in horror at what she saw. Ponies, all aristocratic mares and stallions were sitting at dining tables, though they all wore some manner of black masks to attempt to hide their identities, she could recognize many faces. She glared at Uchafu in utter disgust, only for the zebra to walk behind her and turn her head towards a certain table in the dark right corner. Her face when from horror to utter fear and despair. It was Fancypants, her husband was wearing a mask and sitting alone at a table.

“He’s a frequent guest you know.” Uchafu whispered into Fleur’s ear, making her shiver in shock. “Why do you think you’re in stripes? He just loves when I break a tight zebra slut.” Fleur then felt a large and thick something slide between her legs. Looking down, she could see the zebra’s cock was already for her. “Guess who’s the slut tonight?”

Before she could object, Fleur felt herself get lifted for a moment. This only ended when Uchafu’s cock aligned and shoved itself in her unwilling pussy. She let out a breathless scream as the chunk of zebra sex meat beat against her insides. By the first thrust, his cock was fully inside her tight pussy. When he pulled half way out, only to shove it back in, he was forcibly making out with her cervix. Licking his lips, Uchafu reached his arms under Fleur’s thighs, lifting the mare upwards to get a better angle.

“How’s that zebra cock?” Uchafu chuckled, biting at the back of Fleur’s neck to make the mare moan a little. “Brings back some fun memories?” He began to steady his breathing, causing the mare to worry. “Time to give these nobles a show. Let’s make them hear that whore noise you make.”

Pulling a little out, Uchafu rammed himself back in. His hips humped upwards in a piston motion, causing Fleur’s body to bounce on his cock. The zebra was merciless in his thrusts, making sure the mare felt every thick inch of his cock as it was pressing past her cervix. Within several deep and hard pumps, the monster cock was fucking in her womb. Fleur tried to hold in her moans, but her body was soon betraying her feelings. Her throat echoed her lusty, sex noise. She felt her insides fill with a warmth and passion Fancypants could never give her.

‘This is wrong.’ Fleur thought to herself, not wanting to admit how good Uchafu’s cock felt. Looking over to where Fancypants sat, her heart sank. ‘He’s watching me. He doesn’t even know his wife is being raped in front of him, and he’s enjoying it?! How long has he done this? Watching some poor girl being raped for his pleasure. Oh Fancypants, why?’

“Enough daydreaming slut.” Uchafu whispered, biting at Fleur’s neck, making the mare yowl in a perverted mix of pain and pleasure. “I’m gonna cum in you, and flood your womb.” Roaring, Uchafu released his load in Fleur’s pussy, his cock ramming to his base into the mare’s unwilling hole. She could only roll her eyes back as she felt as her body surrendered to her forced orgasm. She hated this, this humiliation, this shame, and how her body only twitched from her climax. “That’s the look I remember.” The zebra only laughed at her agony, savoring the fucked broken expression she held. “We’re not done yet. We have all night.”