Author's Note

Disclaimer: This is less of a clop chapter and more of a chapter that aims to explore the internal conflict of a mare captured, raped, and humiliated by countless Zebras on a near daily basis.

She represents the average mare under Zebra occupation and the torment, both internal and external, that they go through.

A Shattered Sapphire

Sapphire kicked and screamed as she was unceremoniously dragged across the hard dirt ground by the mane, her body being roughly ragdolled about and scratched all the way to the tree stub.

Arriving at their destination the Zebra threw her body against the stub, causing the mare to mare to let out a painful grunting sound as she landed on her chest. “Tail up you disgusting little slut!” The Zebra barked at her as he held her body down with his strong forehooves.

Sapphire growled and spit at the ground before hiding her tail firmly between her haunches. “I’d rather die than willingly service a disgusting beast like you! You’d think you’d know that by now, but maybe that’s asking too much of a Zebra’s intelligence!” She shot back in defiance.

The Zebra brought a hoof down hard on her back. “You have a husband, right? Well I hope he likes the idea of his first foal having stripes, because whether you like it or not it’s happening. Don’t make it any harder than it has to be.” He said, grabbing her tail with his teeth and yanking at it. “You know, maybe we should just save ourselves the trouble and cut this thing off. Then you’ll be easily mounted at a moments and your pussy will be on constant display, which is only suiting for such a filthy animal.” He said, pulling hard on her tail, causing the mare to scream in pain.

Sapphire began to kick and shift around violently under the stallion as he got into postseason to properly mount her. “You can do whatever you want to me, I’ll never bend over for you!” She said, her struggles becoming increasingly pathetic as the powerful stallion above her proved far stronger than her weak frame.

The Zebra didn’t say, he simply lined his cock up with the mare’s pussy and pressed his head firmly against her entrance. Her vulva was dry and her marehood was activity being clenched shut in a pathetic attempt to stop the stallion’s shaft from entering her, but this only made her tight entrance all the more pleasurable for the Zebra.

After breaking through Sapphire’s tight entrance the Zebra’s cock had to struggle to bury itself within her, trying desperately to nestle itself deep within her as her walls convulsed and wrapped around it, trying to impede its process. “You know, this is why you’re the favourite slut out of the lot of them. You put up such a valiant effort, but in the end you only make your marehood more pleasurable than us, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more accomplished than when I finally break you, and your pussy becomes loose, as is only natural for such a slutty mare. Sometimes I think you struggle because you know you get a better dicking from it.” The Zebra mocked her, before letting out a loud sigh of relief as his member finally bottomed out inside of her tight marehood.

Even with a good 14 inches of the Zebra’s member inside of her Sapphire still growled back definitely at him, baring her teeth in contempt for the animal mounting her. “I don’t particularly care how your little dick feels, I’m not giving you the pleasure of me presenting myself for you.” She growled back, quickly finding a hoof at the back of her head as the stallion above her held her face firmly against the stump.

Holding his little slut down the stallion grinned widely, pulling his shaft a good few inches out of her before retrieving his hoof and cracking it across the back of her skull. “Just keep your pussy tightly wrapped around my cock and shut your mouth, and we’ll have no problems!” He said, before slamming back into her pussy, this time a good bit harder, even enticing an involuntary moan from the mare which she dreaded.

The Zebra grunted as he pulled back out of her, smudging her head further into the hard stump. “See what I mean you little slut. Even a disobedient whore like you will moan at being pounded by a good hard Zebra’s stallionhood.” He said before slamming back into her, again gaining another low involuntarily moan from the mare.

As much as she hated herself for it, Sapphire couldn’t help but let out a loud pleasurable moan every time the stallion bottomed out in her. His cock was always quite painful at first, but after a good few thrusts she’d find that her pussy would gradually become more malleable as his stallionhood pounded into her rump, his hot shaft throbbing pleasantly within her sensitive walls. The fact that she really enjoyed the feeling of having a Zebra mount her, especially considering how ridiculously large some of them could be was a great source of shame for the mare, but she tried her best to hide, feebly passing of her constant moaning as pain filled screams.

She tried to peak up to voice her hatred for her rapist and exclaim for the millionth time how much she hated being forced to sleep with such ‘disgusting creatures’, but she was just met with a firm hoof to the back of the head which left her quite wozzy the second the first syllable of disent left her lips, and she’d receive many more every time she tried to open her lips, unless she was being forced to give some Zebra a blowjob, or more appropriately, throat fucked. It seemed like they weren’t even interested in her for her sharp tongue or aggressive nature at this point, she had went through this so many times that she was solely used for her tight marehood, which sometimes, in her less prideful moments, made her wonder if maybe she’d be better off just giving them what they wanted and loosening up like many other mares.

Eventually she felt her rapist come to a climax inside of her, his shaft pulling backwards before being plunged right into her, only for his cock to start swelling up as it released wave after wave of the stallion’s hot seed. This was always the most terrifying and exciting part for her. She hated that she was defiled in such a way so often, and that she was no doubt pregnant at this point with a half pony half Zebra hybrid, birthed partially by who knows which of these monsters, and that filled her up with enough hatred and shame to outmatch Celestia’s own sun on its brightest day, but at the same time, she was a mare, and mares have biological and even emotional reactions to such basic instincts, especially the more carneal, and it was these instincts that were stirred up in her during her frequent breedings session that hurt her the most.

Being raped was painful and horrifying, but it made her a martyr, it was something that in some little way, even if twisted, she could take pride in, however involuntarily moans, the strange feelings being filled up with such a large stallion, a Zebra, brought to her loins, and the absolutely screams of ecstasy as he finally filled her womb up with his putraed seed was nothing to be proud of. Being raped made her a martyr, but moaning, even if involuntarily, in her mind made a slut, a slut who’d cheat on her husband with a dozen Zebras and actually in at least some part of her enjoy it. She could handle being raped from a psychological perspective, but her physical and emotional reactions during the harrowing event absolutely shattered her psychic.

As usual the Zebra pulled himself out from her only to sipt on her now defeated body and have a few laughs about how much she enjoyed herself, how great her pussy felt massaging his cock, how loud she had moaned, how her hips shot back to meet his when he finally came inside of her. At that was that, he left without a word and another stallion lined up to take his place, and the process was repeated, again, and again, who knows how many times and by how many Zebras, until she was once again ragdolled back to her cage and another poor mare was chosen.

All that night, as she would every night, Sapphire would dream of her husband, her foals, her life back home, only for her to imagine what they’d think of her in such a state. Her rational mind told her that they’d love her regardless and support her for going through such a traumatising event, however the stronger emotional part of her just reminded her of how she had reacted, how for many long uninterrupted seconds and even minutes she actually enjoyed herself, and of course how she could have resisted harder against her rapists. It didn’t matter that she still held a strong loyalty towards her husband, or that she hated every one of her offenders with a burning passion, she couldn’t help but somehow feel responsible for what was happening to her, to the point where she almost felt like she deserved to be beaten by her master’s for being, in their words, “a slut”. Wasn’t she a slut? Maybe not, but increasingly it’s how she grew to view herself, and how she imagined that others might view her, most of all her husband and foals, she couldn’t bare the idea of them thinking of her like that, but at this point she had basically convinced herself that that was what she was, a “slut only fit for Zebra cock.”