Chapters It had been two years since the Zebra Kingdom declared war on Equestria. Many had been lost, many more had faced worse fates in the infamous Zebra prison of war camps, where it said that stallion and mare, filly and colt alike were left under the ‘mercy’ of truly deviant Zebra guards, who had near complete free reign over their captives, treating them however they liked with absolute no checks or sense of higher moral authority. These camps were the stuff of nightmares, with each harrowing tail being even more unbelievable than the last, and it was impossible to tell which were true and which were propaganda, if you’d get lucky under guard of a more sympathetic Zebra, or you’d face some of the most perverted of fates dished out by your Zebra masters. From here say alone many were driven to suicide in the face of capture, it wasn’t even uncommon for parents to kill their own foals out of fear of them being raped by gangs of Zebras, or as hard as it was to imagine, even worse according to some of the more fantastical tails to come out of the camps, which of course tried to rid from their rational mind, but were nonetheless more horrified on a deeper emotional, primal level. Regardless of your fate in a Zebra camp, it was something to be feared to your core, for even the few ‘lucky’ prisoners would more often than not face transfers to some of the more brutal camps.
It was therefore no surprise that upon Candy's capture, a young mare sent behind Zebra lines to spy on the enemy, she was immediately taken deep within Zebra lines, being considered as a top priority prisoner. The only real distinction for those ponies immediately concerned between being a top priority prisoner or civilian was that top priority prisoners were to be kept alive and not to permanently scared in any severe way, purely for diplomatic reasons, usually in trade for supplies from Equestria, but to the prisoners themselves this was hardly comforting, for the further within Zebra lines one went the more hopeless and suicidal prisoners tended to become, torture. Not just physical, but much understood to the Zebras, emotional and self inflicted humiliation were much more useful in bargaining and the breaking down of moral on the enemy side.
Stories of extreme torture and physical brutality filled troops with rage and spurred them forward to defeat the enemy, soldiers lived on such rage, they thrived on it, it’s what allowed them to put aside any moral qualms they may have held in place of brutal merciless rage, Zebras beyond any other race understood this simple fact of warfare, however countless stories of mares willingly giving themselves to strong Zebra bucks, begging to be fucked, raped by gangs of well hung Zebras in exchange for food, water, a warm shower, and a nice soft bed, things that they were intentionally deprived of in preparation of such humiliaties protrayed pony mares as sluts, as filithy tail raises willing to happily take Zebra cock in exchange for a pice of bread, there was no martyrdom in such stories, only humiliation and deep demoralisation, almost worse were the stories of willingly Equestrian guards raping pony mares, civilians, little fillies young enough to be their daughter’s in place for food or for some mercy to be shown to family they may have had in a camp.
Pony mares were sluts only too happy to betray their colt friends or husbands back home for some thick Zebra cock, and pony stallions were amoral rapists who would brutalise their comrades little filly or wife in exchange for a minor comfort such as a barrel of hay. The effect of these methods were proved beyond effective for the Zebras, and brutally demoralising to every pony, mare or stallion, civilian or officer in Equestria, and of course within the camps themselves.
Candy felt near death as she trudged through the oppressive heat of the thick Zebrica jungle, dodging low hanging tropical branches and stepping over hazardous veins as she went, the whole journey being made all the more bothersome by the heavy shackles that needlessly restricted hindlegs, as if she had anywhere to run off to in this mess, and that was assuming that she could still run, Celestia knew that trotting was already gut-wrenching enough. She had lived like this for nearly a whole month, trodding slowly through the depths Celestia damned Zebrica jungles with no hopes in sight, her 6 comrades and the 14 animals that followed them close behind all seemingly just as beaten down by the infernal humidity and thickness of the jungle.
It all started while she was surveying the tracks of a Zebra caravan to determine their direction, how much they were carrying, and their approximate distance based on that age of the tracks. This was supposed to be a relatively safe mission, she’d survey the tracks and then make her way quickly back to their camp, although no
Landing with a thump before being unceremoniously wrapped up tightly in a web of rough brown rope that chafed painfully against her fur as she began to desperately struggle and flail her limbs about Candy panicked, confused and helpless at the whims of her restraints. After eventually calming down the first thing she felt was shame at her absolute stupidity, to think that after everything she had gone through she had been bested by such a foalish trap. Although it didn’t take long until she got over the ridiculousness of the situation and began to stare on, wide eyed in terror out from her leafy prison, as the reality of the situation hit her. She wanted to scream out for help, but she was too far from her camp for anypony to hear, and she had no idea how far the enemy camp was from the trap. So she simply lay there for what could have easily been hours before her worst anticipations we’re finally made reality.
Smiling wildly just a few feet above her stood four broad chested Zebra stallions, all in full Zebrica armour, with weapons to boot. “Look at what we have here, another slut for our band of merry bucks.” One of the more brash looking Zebras spoke up, showing absolutely no hint of shame as he eyed up the mares supple rump with a look before befitting a hungry predator than a civilised being, then again given his choice of allegiance that was hardly surprising, typical. Candy merely growled up at him as she forced her tail firmly between her hindlegs.
Another Zebra who looked a bit older and more mature gave his younger comrade a light (by Zebra standards) smack on the back of the head with his right forehoof. “Ay, don’t get too carried away. We have to check her over first, and you know that we get a good bonus for everyone we bring back fresh, and I’ll be damned if I lose out on that because of some foal.” He said, gesturing towards all three of his younger comrades.
Although looking back down at Candy he couldn’t help but give her curvaceous little body a good once. “And I’d be willing to bet that we’d get a little extra added onto that for such a prime cut.” He said, smiling down at his captive.
Finally having enough Candy scrunched her muzzle at the four beasts above her. “Lay one hoof on me and you’ll have a whole camp full of vengeful pony stallions to deal with.” She said, shifting around desperately in her constraints.
The older buck simply just laughed back down at her, which was quickly met with the joined laughter of each of his younger comrades. “How long have you been down there? Hours at least I’d be willing to bet, but then again I’ve known ponies to be left for days on end. And you really think that what, the 5 minutes it would take us to hoist you out of there and drag you off into the jungles undergrowth is going to make the big difference? No!” He said with much pride down to the increasingly hopeless and pathetic mare under him. “Guards, get this harlot out of there. You may be able to have some fun with her yet.” He said, before smiling menacingly down at the mare.
Candy let out a hard painful grunt as the ropes of the net tore into her flesh and her barrel was scraped hard against the dirt walls of her prison. She landed with another hard thump as the three Zebras tasked with retrieving her dumped her bruised body on the hard ground of the dirt track. She looked up at them, preparing some kind of witty remark, but was silenced as her body was dragged hard against the ground, off of the trak, and into the thick foliage below the heart of the jungle.
It must have taken them at least half an hour to reach the accursed Zebra camp, all the while Candy’s body was violated and badly bruised by Celestia knows how many different kinds of tropical fauna, all that she knew is that she was in great pain and her much of her one prestianne white fur was now mated with a sickly red-brownish colour.
Candy was then thrown before a large dark brown log, yelping as her ribs slammed into the thick stump. She was then cut loose from her torturous confines by a thick knife that carelessly tore against the edge of her flesh, leaving a slow trickle of blood on its wake. “Hey, no scares you fucking idiot.” The older Zebra said, smacking another one of his comrades on the back of the head, albeit far less lightly.
He rubbed the back of his head before looking up at his superior. “It was only a little scratch, and even if it does scare her fur will cover it.” He said, increasingly hesitantly as he noticed the unimpressed look on the other stallions face.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to beat the shit out of you, you’ll just be last in line to ride snowball over there, and if she is fresh, you can consider yourself relieved from touching the rest of our harlots for at least a week.” He said, stepping towards the colt as he shoved his muzzle merely an inch or two away from his face.
The older stallion then turned towards the other younger Zebra from earlier. “You! You seemed eager, so I deem it only fair that you get the first ride.” He said, smiling knowingly towards the colt.
He then turned back to Candy with a harsh expression on his face, simply commanding the words “Get on!” to the poor mare.
To horrified to speak Candy simply tucked her tail so far up her rump that she doubted if it would ever return back to her, which was of course met with a rough slap across the jaw by the stallion, followed by the exact same command. “GET ON!” He bellowed, giving the mare the fright of her life.
Not having the willpower to refuse and already in more pain than she had ever gone through in her entire life Candy meekly climbed onto the wooden stub, and was quickly met by the hoof of the younger colt who was first to greet her, which mercilessly forced her head against the hard stub.
Lying there shaking like leaf the stallion above her began to mount before his commanding officer came up beside him. In a less authoritative voice the older stallion simply asked her to “raise your tail.”, which only caused her to begin to hyperventilate, which was of course swiftly met by the hoof of the stallion mounting her.
The older stallion took another step towards her as he stared down intently at her quivering form. “We just want to do an ‘examination,’ and if you’re found out to have never slept with a colt before we’ll leave you fully to the mercy of the sick bastards back at camp, however if you have we get to have our fun with you first. Now I’m only asking you this because any permanent damage inflicted comes off our paycheck, so we’d rather not, but if you give us no other choice you’ll find a few things much heavier than a hoof coming down on your pathetic, weak, little body. Now, raise the tail!” He said in a semi-civilised manner, before barking out the last line.
Hesitantly, still shaking violently all over, Candy began to raise her tail, praying to Celestia that her hoof hadn’t accidentally tore her hymen in one of her various less than ladylike moments. She felt a deep pit of shame as she presented herself willingly to the brut behind her, but she had no choice, and if she was lucky she may be spared, well, she daren’t even think of that.
The stallion behind her lay his forehooves on her soft white rump, his hooves sinking into the supple flesh as he began to spread her open. She felt a few silent tears hit the wood her head was forcibly being held against as his hoof began to trace her sensitive vulva before pulling her black folds open roughly as he leant forwards to ‘examine’ her. His hoofs were rough and cold, coated in mud and the thick foliage of the jungle that he didn’t seem to mind smearing her marehood in, as he pressed down hard on her virginal sex, pulling it from side to side as he peered into her tight vagnail walls, clearly taking a lot longer than was necessary, his muzzle brushing against her soft delicate thighs, his hot foul breath assulting her marehood as he prodded away at it and violeted her with his eyes predatory eyes. Even the idea that he had been the first stallion to touch her so intimately while she was in such a position, and that such a monster was the first to get a better look at her precious sex than even she had made her feel sick. She felt like when one day she did meet right colt she’d be able to remember nothing but this on their first night. It was completely humiliating.
Then, all of a sudden she received a firm smack to her rump as the stallion retrieved his muzzle and hoof from her sex, apparently satisfied. He didn’t even directly acknowledge her as he turned to his comrade. “I’m afraid you can’t have this one. You’ll have to be satisfied with one of the others.” The older colt said in what almost sounded like sympathy, not for her of course, but that his Zebra comrade wasn’t going to be given the opportunity to brutally rape her.
The younger colt scrunched up his face in disappointment before unmounting himself from the mare. “Very well! Besides I have just the slut in mind.” He said, still disappointed, but with a little more optimism.
His superior smiled at him as he gestured towards a large bamboo cage that Candy had just now noticed. “Good, just remember to take her back there with the rest of him.” He said, slapping Candy’s rump.
The young colt saluted his commanding officer before looking back down at Candy. “You, get up! We’re moving!” He said, grabbing her by the neck with his powerful jaw as he began to drag her off in a hurry. “Get up or I’ll drag you all the way there.” He now demanded, following the example of his elder as he gave the mares rump a good firm smack.
Candy hesitantly got up on weak legs as she stumbled towards her new bamboo prison. The other ponies inside looked on at her in concern, but she could barely see the ground she trotted on as she made her way towards them, occasionally having the stallion behind her give her ass another good feel up to get her to hurry.
Arriving at the cage the mares naturally sunk back in fear, with the few stallions rushing ahead to protect them. “Now, we’ve gone through this a hundred times. Move and we’ll take one mare, don’t and we’ll take two , and be sure in me saying this, anypony who so much as scratches a Zebra will receive a few broken ribs. I can’t believe I have to near constantly remind you animals of this simple fact.” The Zebra stallion said, as one by one each pony stallion stood to one side.
The Zebra then pushed Candy into the cage, gesturing for her to join the stallions, before he smiled predatorily towards the other mares, strutting up to them before grabbing what he want by the mane and dragging her off, screaming, kicking, and shouting bloody murder, her body was torn and battared across the ground, as she dragged towards the same stump Candy had been humiliated on just minutes ago.
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.”
Author's Note
Again this chapter is less story driven and more focused on the motivations of the characters.
Expect the next chapter to be a little longer and more story driven. Also thanks to a few private request I’ll be updating more consistently.
Jungle Trek
It had been days, possibly weeks, and although she wouldn’t go as far to say months, it certainly felt like it some times. The long jungle trek had been torturous, both physically and mentally. Since the start of their journey 4 ponies had dropped dead from the jungles harsh elements, and many others, including herself had come close, but were naturally prodded and forced along by their Zebra companies who seemed to be completely unaffected by the environment of their natural homeland.
The Zebras didn’t just see them as enemies, combatants in war based on politics resources, no, if they were Zebras they might, but they were ponies, and the deep scorn of Zebras towards her race went back far beyond this war, the war only seemed to heighten their hatred and give them a good opportunity to enact it. Ponies certainly didn’t like Zebras either, in fact she’d unashamedly say that most hated them (rightfully, she thought), but ponies at least consider themselves to be civilised, and only the lowest of the low among their ranks would ever seriously think of enacting that hatred in anywhere near the degree of their racial counterparts.
Although their Zebras counterparts, who unlike Ponies had known nothing but hunger, poverty, suffering, strife, and brutal civil war the comparatively lavish Equestrians who lived out their lives surrounded by more luxury and peace than they could dream of seemed glutinous, undeserving of their luxuries, especially considering the lack of strife they had endured in comparison to their people. Why should Zebra foals starve when many of Equestria’s foals suffer from various degrees of obesity, why should rape, murder, and theft be something that every Zebra feard daily when the average Equestrian never gave any of these things a second thought, why should they suffer so greatly when even a small amount of bits, food, medicine, or supplies thrown their way could save thousands of lives, things that the Equestrians could easily do without.
The only kind of interaction they had gotten from Equestria for centuries was one sided trade in gems. The Zebrica jungles were rich in gems, but the conditions were far too harsh for most ponies to face, so the trade was simple, the Zebras would extract precious gemstones in exchange for food and medicine, the only problem being that the gemstones they extracted were often many 10s, or even 100s of times as valuable as the meagre supplies they were given, but any argument or attempted negotiation, however slight from the Zebra’s part would result in an immediate withdrawal of Equestrian goods. There were thousands of other Zebra mines the Ponies could deal with, so they’d simply be left to starve, used as an example of how callous Equestrian business could be in the face of even a minor disagreement or offence.
The Ponies saw themselves as being completely innocent, how could they be guilty of anything when most Equestrians didn’t think twice of where their gemstones or other goods came from, and furthermore, would they be able to choke up the appropriate price if they did know, or did the Ponies infamous morality come to an end when they were personally affected. Therefore it’s easy to see why the Zebras would have such a contempt, such a hatred for the Ponies who in their eyes had oppressed their people for centuries and stolen their lands natural resources, while staying just removed enough, just ambiguous enough to keep their morals . So why should a Zebra, already fiercely brutal by design of his environment and generations of natural selection have any sympathy for a Pony, why shouldn’t he revel in the sudden unexpected change of circumstances between his people at that of his centuries old enemy, his centuries old ‘oppressor’?
This is why the Zebras were not only completely unempathetic to Pony suffering, but actually enjoyed it with a kind of mad vengeful lust, with the idea of dominating an innocent young pony mare being their sort of apex, the principle and most potent symbol of their rightful dominance of their previous oppressors, for what could possibly be more degrading to a Pony than to be raped and defiled by their previous victims. The fact that Ponies seemed completely unaware of their previous strife and extremely doubtful of its severity and couplabilty in it only furthered the Zebra need for revenge, not only would they get what they rightfully deserved, their oppressors would in turn get was owed to them.
So as one could easily imagine, after centuries of civil war and internal conflict, mostly driven by the rights to various Equestrian goods and gem mines, when the Zebras began to unite under one banner for the first time in any Zebras living memory they all saw their natural enemy clearly, the Equestrians, the Ponies.
Although naturally Candy, like most Ponies, was unaware of the extent of Zebra strife or their reasons for hating them, not that such a thing would have afforded her captors any sympathy, not after what they had done to her comrades. Needless to say the rape of a mare called Shapire, the first she had witnessed, was far from the last.
She felt like the fact of her being the only mare not to repeatedly and relentlessly raped by her Zebra captors was a specific kind of torture in of itself. Although she was rarely touched, asides from the odd attempt by a few particularly rowdy Zebras, who were quickly caught and severely chastised, usually just seconds before she had what was left of her innocence torn away from her, her captors seemed to take special delight in teasing her, like she was some kind of forbidden fruit that they all lusted after but none of them could have.
She was regularly sexually harassed, both verbally as well as through gropings or tugs at her tail, with the occasional herd of Zebras gathering around and behind her flank to gawk at her, hoping to get even the slightest peek under her tail. When her harasses got particularly numerous their commander would often command her to raise her tail for them to look at, with any act of defiance being met by him tying her tail to her back, not that she was in much of a state to fight back in any meaningful way throughout most of their torturous trek.
Although she found her harassment to be extremely degrading, and the constant looming threat of rape terrified the life out of her, she couldn’t feel to bad herself, in fact she felt quite guilty about her petty ‘shame’ in comparison to what her fellow pony mares were forced to go through, and they certainly didn’t seek to comfort her. At some point she had became a source of scorn for her comrades, they couldn’t show any hatred towards their rapists, least their situation become worse, but they could show as much contempt and envy for the ‘spoiled little bitch’ who despite weeks of their tournament and constant humiliations had gotten by unscaved with her virginity intact.
At first it was just the odd stare that set Candy of with confusion and slight worry, but by the end of their journey she was fully convinced that if they were ever let free she’d be brutalised and probably killed by her own comrades, their irrational hatred for her had just become too fierce, and for reasons of survival with each rape they progressively learned to channel their anger towards her rather than their predator. Beyond being terrified by the resentment she felt from her fellow Pony mares, she didn’t understand it, but then again she couldn’t blame them, she hadn’t been raped, she didn’t know what it was like. Sometimes she even felt her sympathy for her comrades turn into guilt, and she’d half convinced herself that she deserved to be raped to make up for her terrible sin of being a pure virgin, of not suffering alongside her fellow comrades.
Knowing how cunningly devious Zebras could be she had become half convinced that they didn’t touch one of them just to channel and contain the hatred of the others. While nothing was personally done to her like every other pony, mare and stallion, she was forced to be witness to every brutalisation of one of her comrades, she was forced to look them in the eye as they bent over, raised their tail, and with each thrust stared at her, and only her, with nothing but hatred and envy in their eyes, many didn’t even bother acknowledging their rapists, as if she had become some kind of coping mechanism for them.
By the time they actually reached the camp Candy didn’t know whether she should feel relieved or horrified. On one hoof this was it, her feeble line of protection was gone, she was fair game, free meat, and she had a feeling that having been prized so highly as a pretty young virgin that she’d make quite the reward for the camp guards, but on the other hoof maybe she could finally get rid of some of this ridiculous but oppressive guilt that seemed to constantly follow her. She didn’t know if she was being naive or not, and in truth, if given half the chance she would have ran and left all of her comrades to their fate without thinking twice, and she knew this, but, she did feel some relief in finally ending their horrible trek, if nothing else. And as disgusting as it made her feel, she had pray to Celestia that she’d lose her guilt about not being defiled like her comrades during their trek, that they wouldn’t despise her as they do now, and that she’d, as hard as it was to ask this of her goddess, that she’d eventually get used to it.
Maybe it was her own coping mechanism, or maybe her mind had just been too perverted by what she was forced to witness and the guilt she carried for not having to go through it, but she felt like maybe a great deal of her ‘sin’ would be lifted by the camp, and that by going through what they had went through she’d be accepted back into her comrades forehooves. She realised how delusional such thoughts were, but after weeks of watching mare after mare be raped in increasingly perverse ways that only a Zebra mind could dream up daily, sometimes several times a day, Candy found herself completely lost emotionally. While she wasn’t completely broken, she was a complete mess of emotional contradictions, each more extreme and troubling than the last, she obviously didn’t want to be raped, but after weeks of witnessing it and the looks she got, she felt guilty about not participating.
She didn’t know what to think, and her mind was so emotionally frazzled that any thought would likely be contradicted and confirmed by a thousand different opposing and lines of paranoid rationalisations, but she knew that things were about to radically change for her, for the worse, and possibly harder to accept, probably for the better as well.
Candy struggled not to seem too excited as she stared up at the camp in awe, not wanting to be specifically noticed by any guards. The camp, which just a few seconds ago was completely invisible due to the thick expanse of the jungle, suddenly came into view as their small caravan of Zebras and Ponies escaped out from the oppressive humidity of the dense jungle foliage.
Just a minute ago if you had told her that the jungle extended for another 100 miles without breaks she would have believed you, she’d have certainly found the idea of such an expansive structure laying merely a few feet in front of her to be ridiculous, but now she couldn’t deny what lay before her eyes. A large metal fence completely covered in barbed wire at its top and bottom extended some 20-30 feet upwards and what must have been at least 500 feet to either side, in a large imposing square. It was as if they had built a small town in the centre of the jungle made of nothing but hrad metal and less than homely looking wooden huts, and concealed the whole thing with little more than the environment around them.
Large rich trees seemed to sway naturally towards the structure from every angle, completely concealing the barbed wire fence from above, and similarly each hut was painted a dark green and decorated with just about every shade and type of jungle leaf you could imagine. Candy imagined that if Rainbow Dash herself was to fly over the camp on a good day she’d see nothing but more jungle. The camp, like almost everything they did epitomised the Zebra spirit, minimalistic, but efficient, with a dark foreboding undertone of barbarity and cruelty.
Candy was quickly jolted back to reality by a firm kick to her rump which sent her skidding forward a few feet in mud. “Get back up and move!” Her assailant angrily demanded. She naturally didn’t respond, she just picked herself up and began trotting towards the camps main, and seemingly only entrance.
The camp entrance was a long trench completely surrounded by particularly harsh looking barbed wire, the kind that made you cringe as you all too easily imagined it tearing into your flesh like butter, leaving a few healthily sized pieces of pony meat behind as you struggled to climb out of it. If the barbed wire wasn’t enough every 10 feet of the 50 foot long trench was surrounded by a small bamboo tower with a Zebra in each, proudly standing watch over the narrow passageway, a crossbow and particularly brutal looking sword calmly sheathed to either side of his light armour. The trench came to end with what looked like some kind of large imposing reception building, presumably for processing and dealing with new prisoners.
The doors opened to reveal a largely empty room which aside from a healthy supply of guards and walls plastered with more propaganda posters than the mare could count lay a large desk surrounded by many wooden doors.
One of the Zebra stallion’s in from their little group approached the desk and talked to the Zebra behind it for a few brief minutes before turning back to them and silently pointing towards a door on their left. They were beaten and pushed along before they were finally allowed to make their own way towards the mysterious door.
Looking briefly around her she saw half of her fellow ponies seemed to be consumed by terror while the other half were just relieved to be out of the jungle after their weeks long trek, Candy didn’t know what camp she was in.
Each pony was rushed through the small door in a single file line, Candy having found herself somewhere near the back found herself being pushed into the rump of the poor stallion in front of her. Although luckily, upon entering the room everypony (and even a few of the Zebras for their group) was able to take a long sigh of relief as they saw that they had been immediately forced into a large communal shower.
After promptly being told to ‘shut up!’ by what looked like a Zebra commander that was already stationed in the shower waiting for them each was thrown a small sponge and a bar of soap and directed towards the showers walls, which each pony without fault took gratefully.
Candy hesitantly joined two mares with her cleaning utensils, standing neatly between them as they waited for the shower to come on, and promptly as it did each pony let out a louder sigh as the warm water ran over their ragged bodies and turned their scruffy manes straight.
The mare moaned as she ran the sponge over every nook and cranny of her body, allowing the mud to dissolve and drip silently off of her before the clear soap made the mare's fur sparkle and gleam. In only a few minutes her coat looked far cleaner than it had in months, before even her capture. Although soon she was rudely reminded of the only reason why a Zebra would want a pony to look so clean as she heard a loud ‘squeak’ from one of her partners.
Peering rightwards her body began to stiffen and her skin crawled. An unfamiliar Zebra looked over the back of her comrade with an intense predatory stare, and in that moment she could easily imagine him mounting and taking advantage of her right there against the shower floor, Celestia knows it happened so many times before. She just prayed that this wild ‘predator’ had been informed of her virginal status.
Luckily he seemed content to just traumatise the poor soul as he brushed his tail up against her and passed by. For her part Candy tried to look at anything but the stallion behind her but failed miserably and ended up looking at nothing that ominous gaze of his. He lingered over her body for a good few seconds before slowly grabbing ahold of one of the mare’s hindlegs with his tail, wrapping his tail around her leg tightly before giving it a quick tug as he continued to stare intensely into her eyes.
Shivers ran up the mare’s spine and she felt her own tail twitch slightly in apprehension as the Zebra leaned further into her, his hot breath running freely down the mare’s back as he eyed her up with clear predatory intent. Candy couldn’t do anything but stand there paralysed, staring up at the stallion with terror in his eyes, which unfortunately for her only seemed to excite the Zebra, causing him to run one of his forehooves over her soft flank.
“Hey!” The commander suddenly shouted, causing her assailant to turn round instantaneously and unlatch himself from Candy. “You can have as much fun with them later as you want, but we have to get them sorted first, you know that.” The commander continued, reminding the stallion of his duty, who in turn saluted his commander and trotted on, continuing his cycle around each of the Ponies.
Candy felt some relief, but she continued to watch the Zebra intently until he was at least a good few mares away from her, and to no surprise of her only a few mares later she found him back to his usual harassment. Candy just tried to look away as she continued to wash herself down with the sponge. She was safe for now, or at least it seemed as she was so far.
After merely a minute or two the commander shouted back to the Ponies. “Mares, raise your tails!” He shouted, to which not a single mare complied, many instinctively tucking their tails far between their hindlegs. “Don’t worry, we’re not going to touch you, at least not yet. We just want to make sure that you’re well cleaned for our troops.” He said, trying, but hardly reassuring any of the mares.
Shortly after the commander gestured for some of the guards to take a few steps back one by one, including Candy, each mare hesitantly raised her tail, taking their sponges to their marehood before cringing at the involuntarily pleasurable feeling they got from rubbing their marehoods down with a nice hot, wet, soapy sponge.
Candy was quite occupied with rubbing her marehood down when her head suddenly shot back upon hearing the Zebra commander shout, not in his usual authoritative voice, but rather halsey scolding. “I thought I told you to raise your tail!” He demanded to one mare in particular, stomping his hoof down to emphasise his point.
The mare was a dainty young unicorn, pettie, small, with a rich white coat, and an innocent feminine face that was pleasing for anypony to look at. She was the last Pony you’d expect to cause an issue or speak up, but despite her soft appearance she was a fiery young mare with a ferociously defiant attitude. Although for all her bravery she was usually rewarded by being made an example of, which the Zebras specifically enjoyed because of her innocent looks. It didn’t look like her demeanour was going to change any time soon now that she was in the camp.
The snow coated mare stared back at him before stamping her hindleg down in defiance, causing everypony in the room to let out a shocked sigh. “No!” She shouted, just a little louder than he had.
The stallion trotted right up to her confidently, all the while she kept her same stubborn pose. “I said clean your snatch, because I don’t want to be the stallion to have to touch such a disgusting mare!” He shouted, stamping his hoof down again.
“No, you can do anything you want to me, but I’m not doing as you say!” The mare said very simply, staring daggers into the stallion’s eyes.
Surprisingly to everypony, most of all the mare herself, the Zebra simply smiled at her, not maliciously, but with a smile that almost seemed genuine. “Very well. You and any other mare that wants to doesn’t have to clean her pussy, I’ll just do it myself in my own time with some of my guards, but I won’t be using a sponge.” He said, his smile only growing wider as he mocked the mare stubbornness.
“Now, if any other mare thinks that being railed by half a dozen in the showers rooms sounds like a good time lower your tail.” No Pony lowered their tail, but the mare in question never raised hers.
Looking towards the guards he made a simple gesture, not having to say anything. The guards then came up behind the mare before grabbing her by the mane, pulling her to the ground before dragging her off, kicking and screaming.
For all her bravado all she had managed to accomplish was to remind everypony of the harsh consequences of stepping out of line, not to mention subjecting herself to said consequences. Candy briefly wondered if the pride was worth it, it clearly was for her, but she decided that it was useless to ask such questions until she was awarded a similar choice.
Each Pony was then guided out of the shower room to a small drying area. After a quick dry off they entered a long corridor which they trotted down for little under a minute before reaching another mysterious door that each pony was forced through.
It was a small waiting area, one that almost looked cozy but couldn’t be given their current circumstances, the guard detail here was even pretty short in comparison to what they were used to. Again each pony took their seat and patiently waited, although the longer they waited the more anxious things became. One by one a Pony would go through the other door of their cozy waiting little waiting area and an half hour or so later another Pony would be invited in, but no Pony ever seemed to come out that way after their half hour was up.
Broken In, In The Showers
Briefly after being dragged off, scrapping and bumping against the ground as she went, Snowfall was thrown roughly into a small dark room. She immediately tried to get up to sneer at the guards but all she found was the door slammed in her face. She must have sat there for at least 3 hours surrounded by complete darkness until finally the door opened just as violently as it had been closed.
At the other side of the door stood the commander clad in sharp steel horseshoes with a decently sized leather belt strapped to his side. He was also flanked on either side by two particularly brawny looking guards who despite looking more than intimidating in of themselves, seemed almost embarrassing naked in comparison to their booted superior. “Get up!” He simply called down to her.
“No!” The mare replied equally as plainly back to him.
“I said get up and trotted!” He shouted back again, this time emphasising his point with a hard crack to the floor with his hoof, the sound of sharp metal on rough brick piercing through the mare’s ears and soul.
Swallowing back her apprehension she looked back up at the stallion. “I said no. I might have trotted along with you here, but I’m not making my trip back any easier for you.” She said defiantly, albeit with some clear apprehension.
“That’s fine.” The commander responded simply before hitting his hoof against the floor, giving the call for his guards to restrain the poor mare.
Before guards leaped forward and in less than a second despite her meek attempts Snowfall found herself pinned roughly against the floor. The commander then came trailing up behind her before bent down to grab one of her hindlegs, pulling her off without a word by the leg as his two guards stood dutifully beside him.
One again Snowfall found her body being ragdolled against the hard brick floor, albeit rather than her backside scraping against the floor she found her head continuously banging against it.
After a minute or two of having her head repeatedly bashed against the ground Snowfall was quickly yanked up and thrown against the shower wall, back to the same spot she so mercilessly been snatched from before. A bit dazed she struggled to get back on her four legs again, only to look up at his face smiling back down at her.
“As you can clearly see I’m not up for playing games anymore, so I’d suggest for your own sake that you comply.” The stallion said before taking a confidant step towards the mare.
She looked back up with him with usual scowl before barking out her reply. “Make me!” She shouted, spitting on the stallion’s face.
The Zebra’s face instantly scrunched up into his own nasitier scowl before he wiped the Ponies spit off his face and bucked her upside the skull, his powerful hoof coming down on her with a loud crack as metal met bone. “Bitch!” He shouted down at her as she let out an ear piercing scream and crashed back down to the floor.
“Get her up!” The commander shouted gesturing towards the mare, only for his guards to quickly rush over to her, holding her up with their strong forehooves before turning the mare’s body around, her face now staring directly at the wall while her Zebra captor loomed over her rump.
The Zebra licked his lips as he looked down at the mare’s soft white flanks. She had far from the biggest rump, but nonetheless she looked soft and pliable, as well as being perfectly proportioned for her small size. “Now, unless you want that little rump of yours redend I suggest you lose your attitude. First of all, what’s your name?” He said, gripping his belt with his hoof.
Snowfall spit against the ground before looking back towards the Zebra. “I’m not complying with your threats. Get used to it.” She said, grunting as her two guards weighed down on her.
The Stallion took the belt firmly in his hoof, unlatching it from his side before giving the mare a cold icy stare of determination and brutality. “Last chance, tell me your name.” He said, lashing the belt in the air to make a sharp ‘whooshing’ sound.
“Fuck off!” The mare shouted before letting out a loud scream of pain. The belt came down on her right flank hard, leaving a large pink mark behind as it lashed against her soft flesh.
Looming over her with a large sadistic grin in his face the Zebra asked her the exact same question again, albeit with a sick sense of sadism in his voice. “Fuck off!” The mare simply shouted again, receiving another firm lash to her rump that turned her pink stop another shade or so darker, causing the mare to arch her back as she let out another loud scream.
Again the Zebra asked the exact same question and got an identical response, lashing his belt against the mare’s rump once again, causing her body to shudder as her head shot back and she let out a loud moan of pain.
The Zebra snorted before assuming a maliciously smug smile. “What’s wrong slut? Enjoy being put in your place by a big strong Zebra?” He asked, teasing her as he gently traced the belt over her bruised rump.
Snowfall simply growled back at him. “Not for a second you pig!” She sneered back at him before receiving another hard lash. Her rump had gone completely red around her bruise mark at this point, but the mare just groaned intently, not giving him the pleasure of hearing her scream or moan at his lashes.
The Commander growled before turning towards his guards. “Smack this little bitch upside the head for me.” And they happily complied, one aiming for her jaw while the other lay a nasty bruise directly against her soft face. Again Snowfall groaned inwards, although she did so with great struggle through bared teeth.
Once again the stallion lay his belt gently against the mare’s rump, gaining a small sigh of pain as the rough leather lay against her sensitive flesh. “Now I’m going to ask again, what’s your name? Come on, open those pretty little lips for me.” He said, smiling down at her as he traced her redend rump with his belt.
Snowfall just glared back at her captor, making it clear to him that under to circumstance would she comply with his wishes. In turn the Zebra smirked at her before reaching back towards his side, retrieving a small strap suited with sharp steel studs that he attached to his belt.
The stallion brought the now steel capped belt back towards the mare’s rump, running it along her bruise as she looked back at the harsh looking thing in absolute terror. “Horrifying, isn’t it? But you don’t have to feel a thing if you just talk. Say anything, no really, even make a sound.” He said down to her while he continued to trace her rump.
Snowfall seriously considered it for a few seconds, but in the end decided against it, just closing her eyes as she looked away from the stallion and mentality prepared herself. And surely enough within seconds she felt the belt move away from her rump, only for a loud terrifying ‘swooshing’ sound to enter her ear as the belt came down on her with loud ‘smack’, the sharp studs ripping right into her already sensitive flesh, sending four distinct trickles of blood down the mare’s rump. All Snowfall could do was keep her eyes shut as she took her beating.
Surely enough the commander took no time in waiting and just seconds later felt another loud smack land against her rump as four new holes were torn open, blood leaking profusely from each. At this point there were tears forming around the poor mare’s eyes, but she tried to stay strong, although she knew she was close, she couldn’t take much more of a beating and willpower had nothing to do with that. She simply didn’t have the energy, being completely famished from her long largely foodless trek.
It only took one more particularly hard crack for the mare to lose it. Once again the sharp studs dug into her flesh, but rather than come back out when the Zebra pulled away they dug down, ripping four trenches into her flesh, cutting through her skin to reveal what looked like a warm dripping fleshy pulp. She couldn’t help it, her head shot up violently as her mouth opened, a loud painful scream of frustration rushing through the room after her. “AAAAAAAAHHHHH!” The mare screamed in pain, tears rushing from her eyes as blood stained her once white flank red.
The Zebra seemed pretty proud with himself, smirking down at the mare with not a hint of sympathy. “I’d hate to do the same to your other pretty little flank, I will. Now I’ll ask again, what’s your name?” He asked with the same satisfied smirk plastered across his face.
Snowfall just looked up at him, red hot tears running down her face. “It’s Snowfall you bastard!” She shouted back at him hysterically.
He continued to smirk down at her. “Now that wasn’t too hard, was it? Okay ‘Snowfall’, you can raise your tail now, I’m bored with this part.” He said nonchalantly.
Snowfall scrunched up her muzzle in disgust and shock that he could ask such a thing of her so casually after what he had just done. “No! I don’t care what you do to me, I’m not doing that !” She shouted hysterically, tears still streaming from her eyes.
The Zebra simply laughed lightly while he traced her flank with his belt. “But sweetie, you have no choice. Now, how about you make this just a little easier on yourself?” He asked, smiling down at her.
She simply stamped her hoof on the ground. “No!!!!” She screamed with maddening rage.
In return all she got was a snort as the stallion dropped his belt. “Fine, as I said, I’m done with this shit! I’m far too hard to argue with you right now. Although it’s too bad, I was actually planning on going pretty easy with you at first, but you lost that luxury.” He said before placing his hoof on the mare’s bloody rump, getting quite a bit of blood on him as he gave it a firm squeeze, causing Snowfall to grit her teeth in pain.
The Command then trailed his hoof towards the mare’s tail, which was now firmly hidden between her hindlegs. He took a tight hold of it and yanked it back violently, causing the mare to scream out in pain as a decent amount of her hairs were yanked out from the root.
Pulling her tail to the side the Zebra quickly mounted her, pushing her meek body down with his powerful steel clad hooves as he did so. He lined up his stallionhood with the mare’s pussy before he said anything to her, pressing the head of his cock against the Snowfall’s soft vulva. “Notice how I didn’t care to get a look at your filthy little snatch, neither did I try to eat you out or pleasure you. That’s because to me” He said pointing authoritatively towards himself. “and to all other Zebras all you are is a filthy little cumdumpster, a snatch that needs to be filled with the seed of a powerful virile Zebra. I don’t particularly care about pleasuring you or appreciating your feminine attributes, I will fill you with my seed and you will take it!” He said, going off on a long winded rant about how he was going to treat the poor mare.
Snowfall, wiping the tears from her eyes, just stared back at him, trying her best to assume her same defiant gaze. “I told you, I don’t particularly care how you treat me. I’ve been defiled by enough of your kind , you’re no different. I won’t bow to you.” She said, her determination growing with each word.
The Zebra just snorted back at her as he held the head of stallionhood firmly against the mare’s opening. “Nor do I care whether or not you choose to comply. At the end of the day I still get my dick wet.” He said, smirking down at the mare with his usual look of nonchalant wickedness.
The two guards at either side of her suddenly tightened their grip as their commander leerd down at her. And then, suddenly, he did it. Despite his immense size and thickness the Zebra forced his whole body weight down on the mare with one powerful thrust, causing her to arch her back and let out an extremely loud moan of pain, as she found a good 19 inches of Zebra cock bottoming out deep within her in almost an instant.
Snowfall puffed and panted heavily from being taken so suddenly. He was a decent amount bigger than most Zebras, but not by too much, no what really got to her was the suddenness of it all. Merely seconds ago she had been chastising the stallion, and now he had a good 19 inches of himself buried deep within her most intimate of places, stretching out her vaginal walls as if they were nothing, while it’s oppressive weight throbbed inside of her. She felt skewed, like some kind of perverse kebab.
Although again, as had become all too common of the stallion, her captor simply smirked down at her, seeming quite pleased about having taken her so easily after all her resistance. “Pathetic, your pussy has absolutely no strength or tightness to it. I can tell that you’ve already been well used.” He said, teasing her.
“Oh yeah, I was thinking that maybe you just weren’t big enough, I can hardly feel anything back there.” She chided back rather humorously with her own sarcastic response.
Naturally received another hard crack to the back of the skull from the stallion mounting her, causing her to let another struggled moan of pain. “You know it’s probably not the best idea to insult the stallion half way inside of you! Regardless, you’ll be put in your place, you subordinate little bitch!” He shouted, pulling a good foot of himself back out of the mare before once again ramming into her with incredible force, causing Snowfall to let out an involuntary moan as the Zebra’s medial ring brushed against her sensitive clit.
He let out a loud grunt as he bottomed out into her, but within seconds he had most of his stallionhood hanging back out of her, thrusting in again as his mare closed her eyes and shot her head back, letting out another particularly loud moan as the Zebra’s whole member weighed down in her swelling clit, sending an orgasmic sensation through the mare every time he thrust forward or pulled back, every vein or small irregularity scraping against her clit much like it did with her vulva or the flexible of her pussy.
Snowfall hated herself for it, but as the Zebra assumed a more regularly but gradually quickening speed she found herself arching her back towards the stallion’s groin as she moaned and screamed out in pleasure like a slut. His thrusting was too hard and fast for her to even form a word of protest, other than maybe ‘fuck’, which she feared might just excite the stallion further. So she stood under him, being constantly pounded like a jackhammer as she threw her head back and moaned like her life depended on it.
For his part the Zebra was only spurred on by his mare’s clear moans of sexual satisfaction. He clenched his eyes shut tightly as he began to grunt and groan on top of her like a wild animal, giving the mare wild but regular thrusts as his mind clouded over with the increasing feelings of swelling in his heavy balls. His balls slapped hard against the mare’s rump as he thrust into her, causing him considerable pain as his seed built up and surged within them.
Finally after a minutes of ponding into his mare’s pussy he felt the base of his stallionhood surge with heat, causing him to let out one finally groan as he pulled all but an inch or two of his cock out from the mare before forcing himself back in, causing Snowfall to involuntary thrust her hips backwards to meet his stallionhood as her vaginal finally took a tight grip of the Zebra’s stallionhood.
Snowfall let out a low guttural moan as her stallion finally came into her. He placed both of his forehooves at her neck, violently forcing her down as he let wave after wave of his hot seed directly into the mare’s womb. Snowfall clenched her eyes shut as she felt her lower half warm up and her stomach swell with the stallion’s cum as she was filled to the brim with Zebra’s hot thick seed.
Again as much as she hated herself for it she couldn’t help but let her body go as her mind was filled with absolute euphoria at having her womb filled with the thick seed of a strong Zebra buck while his stallionhood throbbed hard within her pussy, and he leered over her, forcing her meek body down with his powerful forehooves while he made her submit to him and his seed. As much as it made her want to throw up, there really was a dark part of her that loved being dominated by a Zebra stallion, to be made his little bitch, his slave, his cumdumpster.
Merely a few seconds after finishing inside of her the commander pulled his flaccid member out from the mare, causing her to let out one last pathetic moan as her body fell to the ground. Her two guards had stopped holding her, taking a step back as their commander loomed over her fallen body, panting heavily.
The Zebra smiled and chuckled a little through his pants as he stared down at the body of her fallen prey. She just lay there, her hindlegs spread out as some of the Zebra’s dripped out from the mare’s ravaged pussy. “It’s funny, no matter how much you little fuckers kick back and claim how much you hate us you always end up an absolute moaning mess of nerves by the end of it. I don’t think I’ve fucked one Pony, no matter how stubborn, that hasn’t been left moaning for my cock by the end of our little encounter. Pathetic!” He said, slamming his hoof down on the mare’s spine at the end of his rant, causing her to let out a painful groan as she let out a few struggled coughs.
Snowfall turned her head back slightly, staring directly at her assailant as she panted through heavy breaths. “And what, you really think that a Zebra mare would do any better? Do you really think that they wouldn’t moan just as hard? At least I still have some of my dignity, I’d like to see how well they kept theirs, not that there’s one damned Zebra in this whole jungle that has one ounce of such a thing.” The mare said back to him, growling.
The commander lay one powerful hoof down on the mare’s back, far harder than the last time, followed by both of his guards stepping in to the give her a good few kicks to her side. She groaned out in pain as she was repeatedly struck, and she could swear that she heard one or things crack. “Get this slut up!” The Zebra shouted at his guards who dutifully followed their orders.
Snowfall felt light headed as she was dragged back up into a standing position, and she felt a massive pressure weigh down on her sides and back as she was forced to move. “I huh, I huh, I already, huh, already told ‘cough’ that I’m not giving in.” The mare struggled out between heavy breaths and fits of coughing.
The commander didn’t say anything to her, he just continued to look towards his guards. “You!” He shouted at one of them. “As reward for your efforts I’m allowing you to have this slut suck you off.” He said confidently, gesturing for the stallion to let the mare go.
The guard stared back at his commander somewhat hesitantly. “Sir I don’t know if that’s wise. This Pony is far from broken in. She’ll likely bite.” He said pointing towards the mare as she stared him down with a look of pure unadulterated hatred and venom.
His commander just took one step towards him before crashing his hoof down. “Look at the absolute state of her! If you’re scared of that you’re simply not put to serve as my guard, and you’re no Zebra ‘stallion’. Do you understand!?” He demanded.
The other Zebra simply saluted him. “Yes sir!” He shouted before trotting towards the mare.
“Besides I’d be willing to bet 100 bits that this little fucker does everything I say from here on out. Watch.” The commander said as he strode over to her. He smiled down at her as he ran his hoof over her face. “Come over here.” He said, looking back towards the guard.
The guard stepped in front of the mare while his comrade held her up to the height of his stallionhood. Although just before his guard attempted to force himself upon the mare he shouted down at her. “Shut your whore mouth!” He shouted down at her through foalish fits of laughter, especially after she complied upon seeing the other stallion’s hard member.
“Strike her!” The commander shouted, and his guard dutifully complied, laying a hard blow across the mare’s jaw. “Keep your mouth shut you disgusting fucking cretin! Such a vile creature hardly deserves to talk!” He shouted, teasing her as his guard without warning lay another blow across the mare’s jaw.
Snowfall burned with hatred but she couldn’t open her mouth to protest, for she knew the second she did so it would be filled with Zebra, so she survived another few blows as the head Zebra laughed down at her and taunted her to no end.
Eventually the commander got tired of his own teasing, so trotting up to the mare he forced her weak half broken jaw open with his own hooves. “Now I want you to use whatever strength you have in that disgrace you call a third cum hole to bit of my guard’s cock.” He said, smirking down at her as she scowled back at him.
“Have her!” The commander simply shouted to his guard who gladly approached the mare, forcing the head of his stallionhood into mare’s mouth, only for her to bite down on it with her weak jaw, as expected.
The guard grunted as she bit down on his cock, but she wasn’t strong enough to do him any serious damage, so the stallion simply thrust his cock further into the mare’s mouth, moaning as her teeth scraped against his shaft. Although for all her efforts all that biting down on the Zebra’s stallionhood really seemed to accomplish was to allow him to gain a good grip within the mare’s mouth.
The Zebra above her grunted as he thrust into her wildly, rubbing his stallionhood against the back of her throat, causing Snowfall to choke on his thick member as it was repeatedly thrust in and out of the mare’s throat.
They went like that for a few minutes, the Zebra moaning over the mare while she desperately tried and pathetically failed to rip off the stallion’s cock. Although eventually Snowfall realised that the stallion was coming close to climax, so just before he came she let go of his stallionhood, causing the Zebra to cum instantly but fall back with shock. Half of his seed shot into the mare’s mouth, mostly running directly down her throat which caused her to cough and splutter up the stallion’s seed while the over half of it washed over her fur.
As expected the commander, not particularly amused, strode right up to the mare before laying a powerful to her face, giving a nasty black before he lay another hoof to her jaw, causing a loud cracking sound that could just about be overheard through her screaming. “You fucking rat! If a Zebra offers you his seed you take it!” He shouted before grabbing her and throwing her weak body to the floor.
He then stepped over her, placing one hoof on her skull while he held it against the floor, smudging her face in a puddle of the other Zebra’s tongue. “I’ve lost my patience with you, you disgusting fucking rat! Eat!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, seemingly extremely offended by the fact that she’d reject a Zebras seed, especially that of his own guard.
Snowfall continued to splutter and cough under him before just barely being able to say “please”, pleading for some ounce of mercy from the Zebra.
He just snorted down her in absolute disgust. “You spit on me, you insult me, you insult my people, and then you reject what you’ve so graciously been fed and you expect any mercy. You could have had mercy, and you can still have it if you begin cooperating, but not here. Once we’re done with you here you could potentially never face another violent hoof in your life, but that all depends on your cooperation. Cooperative and live a life of relative comfort, or this can be your life for the remainder of your time in this camp. It’s your choice, you just have to eat.” The Zebra said before lifting the mare’s head up by the mane, making her stare into a small mirror merely a foot or two away.
She looked completely unrecognisable, her face was covered in blood, snot, tears, and an absurd amount of cum, and her once asymmetrical looks had been bashed out of her, with many bumps and small trenches dug into her flesh, a large black and a half hanging jaw to finish the picture off. She looked like she had been there for at least months, not hours, she looked pathetic, and she could hardly take any pride in what stared back at her, no matter how determined she was in fighting.
“We can fix you up, wash you off, give you genuine medical treatment, or we can throw you in a small cell that any Zebra will be allowed to enter at any time of day or night, and with you as he pleases, but that’s your choice, and no Pony else’s. Please, for your own sake, just eat.” The Zebra asked, sounding almost genuinely sympathetic as he let go of the mare’s mane and gave her the choice.
Snowfall just stared back her reflection for a few long seconds, completely terrified at what she saw before she made her choice. Hesitantly, shaking all over, Snowfall opened her mouth and let her tongue gingerly slip out. She took one lap of the Zebra’s cum before swallowing it, choking slightly as thick hot gooey liquid proved too much for her battered body to take. She then continued, taking smaller more delicate licks at the stallion’s seed before eventually she had ate everything on the floor, leaving it practically shining.
Snowfall then wiped a large blob of cum from her coat and went to swallow it, but was surprisingly stopped by the commander's hoof. “Don’t, Zebra cum goes well with your coat, I’d hate to ruin that.” He said in a teasing manner.
The stallion then gestured for her to get up, which she did with a great effort, before standing confidently in front of her. “Since you’ve learned to be such an obedient little slut I’ll allow you some leeway, plus you’re a very pretty mare, I may want to play with you later, so the last thing I want is to kill you or cause you any permanent damage.” He said, holding her jaw in his hoof as he smiled and stared deeply into her eyes.
“You have a free pass to be as disobedient as you want while we’re in this room, simply because I find your pathetic attempts amusing, but I’m not going to be here to protect you when you leave. Murder and permanent damage of such a pretty mare is discouraged among our guards, but it’s not unheard for a mare to break a few bones when she steps too far out of line. You should really consider yourself lucky that I have a big enough heart not to inflict that on you, and that you have a really nice ass.” The Zebra said before laughing heartily.
“What’s wrong, not in the mood anymore, I want to see you growl.” He said, growling comically at her before breaking into another fit of laughter. Snowfall just looked back at him, completely dejected.
He then slapped her rump before gesturing for his two guards to come over to him. “I’ll take the ass, you two can fight over who gets the pussy or mouth. I intend to have a little more fun with this bitch before we have to pack up. But I’m serious, not hitting, I want her in my private quarters by next week and I don’t want her missing any vital body parts when I receive her.” He said somewhat light heartedly, although emphasising his final warning.
The commander came right behind her rump before tracing his hoof over the other flank that he hadn’t tore up. “Look at that, good as new.” He said slapping it lightly. “Continue to keep that tail tucked between your hindlegs for whatever dignity you have left if you wish, again I don’t care and if anything I find it charming. I think you’ve well deserved your three black x’s regardless.” He said before mounting her.
The three Zebras went at it for a good half hour or so longer, in which Snowfall was repeatedly subjected to more humiliations as the Zebras temperaments seemed to quickly turn into that of juvenile fun, equally as interested in humiliating and mocking the mare for its own sake as they were interested in her sexually. For her part Snowfall did as was suggested and put up some feeble attempt at defiance, but her heart was completely ripped out of it.
As was promised she was rushed to see medical attention immediately after the Zebras fun, but she just didn’t care at that point, she doubted she’d survive the camp much longer at her rate anyway, and that fact didn’t really bother her. She just felt completely dejected, completely drained of her soul.
Candy must have waited for a good three hours, in which during that time like most of her fellow prisoners she was at least able to take some comfort in getting off her hooves. Usually, as she imagined would be the same for just about any other Pony there, waiting so long would have driven the poor mare mad with boredom, but boredom at least in this case seemed like a nice alternative to malaria, rape, beatings, and constantly aching hooves from a seemingly never ending journey. A mare could almost forget where she was for a few minutes, almost
But of course this peace could only last so long, as eventually she was called into the room. Most of her fellow Ponies didn’t even bother to notice her disappearance, nevermind wish her goodbye or good luck, not that she was too bothered by it or that she was going to hold any grudge.
Trotting over obediently to the door the butf Zebra guard that had gestured for her to accompany him quickly sealed it back shut, locking it to her worry and confusion.
Looking about the room she didn’t know whether or not to feel at ease or worried. The only other stallion in the room asides from two guards was a semi-professional looking Zebra that could just almost be considered elderly, at what looked like 55-60 years old. The room was split into two, with one side containing two metal chairs and a small metal table, and the other containing what vaguely looked like an operating bed, without most of the equipment surrounding it, and more than a few extra restraints.
The older Zebra simply gestured for her to take a seat on the chair closest to the wall, and to her gratitude, farthest away from that strange bed. She took her seat as dutifully as she could while the Zebra took his, not wanting to stir up any unnecessary trouble for herself.
The Zebra then brought out a pair of glasses which he quickly put on before pulling a little notepad and pen up to his face. “Name?”” He simply asked.
“Candy.” She replied.
“Age?”
“19.”
“Occupation?”
“Employed in the Equestrian Royal Guard. Stationed just within the Zebrica border to aid in disrupting supply lines.” She lied, imagining that revealing her true identity as a spy and reconsense Pony would do nothing but get her into more trouble.
The questions went on like this back and forwards for a few minutes until the Zebra began to hint on more personal and intimate topics. “Virginal status?” He nonchalantly asked.
“Uh….I’ve never been with a stallion….or a mare.” She replied after some hesitation.
“Ever used any toys?”
“No, just my hoof.” She felt extremely embarrassed, and in truth she had no idea whether revealing this information was a good idea. She knew that Zebras highly prized virgins, especially cute, feminine, youthful virgins such as herself, but she couldn’t decide whether or not that was a bad thing, to be prized so intimately by such beasts, and what that entailed. But then again, she didn’t want to know how they treated the mares they didn’t prize.
Eventually after a few questions of the ilk asking whether or not she found Zebras to be attractive, whether or not she owned any porn featuring Zebras, and equally disgusting and personal questions, all of which she felt compelled to answer honestly, they finally came upon a topic that disturbed the poor mare more viscerally.
“Family?” He simply asked.
“What?” Candy retorted back shocked.
“Do you have any family?”
“Yes, I suppose.” She responded hesitantly.
“Names, occupations, current residency, etc?”
Again she had extreme apprehension about this question, but she remembered something she had always been told in training. ‘If captured only lie when it’s absolutely necessary. Don’t tell stupid unnecessary lies, because you will be tripped up, and when you are the whole story will become suspect.’ As much as it disturbed her, most of her family lived in Canterlot and she herself wasn’t a big target, so she supposed telling the truth in this instance couldn’t possibly do any harm, as much as it made her skin crawl.
After another few minutes she had answered almost every question honestly, trying her best to keep track of the hoofful of lies she was forced to sprinkle in with the truth.
The Zebra then simply gestured for her to get up and accompany him to the ominous looking bed from earlier. She got up, but she didn’t move one inch towards that thing .
“Come on.” He simply said.
“Why?” Candy asked with clear fear in her voice.
“So we can do the physical examination.” The Zebra continued.
“What for?” Candy asked again, taking a few steps back.
The stallion simply scrunched up his muzzle before gesturing for his two guards. “I don’t have time for this. Get her on the bed if she won’t comply. It’s just another thing I’ll have to mark down.” He said in slight annoyance.
Two buff Zebra guards approached Candy slowly from either side, causing the mare to ‘eep’ as she took a few more hesitant steps back. They blocked her off into a corner, causing her to instinctively light up her horn in preparation to cast some spell.
She hadn’t even considered casting anything when both of the Zebras became wide eyed with fear, causing one of them to land a hard, blunt blow right across her horn with his hoof, while the other cracked her across the jaw. The pain was instantaneous, causing Candy to slam into the floor after two loud cracks and a screeching scream.
One of the guards then grabbed her by the tail, dragging her off while the other stuck to her side. Reaching the bed they both yanked her up, throwing her dazed body on the bed, stomach up, while the older Zebra quickly got to work, first attaching a magical repressor around her horn before he strapped every one of her limbs down, finishing by strapping her tail over the end of the bed, and her neck around a tight collar. She could hardly move an inch after it, not that she wanted too after her splitting headache.
“Just remember that you could have cooperated, and you brought this on yourself.” The Zebra simply said before bringing out various pieces of measuring equipment.
He then began measuring every inch of her body, from her legs to the length of her tail, also noting down things such as her eye colour, mane, coat colour, etc. Throughout all of this Candy’s sore head recovered but she didn’t protest much, simply accepting her fate, of course that was until the stallion removed his measuring tape and decided to use his hoof instead.
It was sudden, but Candy’s eyes shot open in an instant. She felt a hard falt hoof playing around with her marehood, manipulating her soft virginal lips, rubbing her unspoiled clit. Both of the Zebra’s forehooves were all over her pussy, pulling her folds from one side to another while he felt her up, leaning in to get a good look at her privates.
“What are you doing!?” She demanded, her eyes like pin pricks as she stared directly forwards.
“I’m inspecting your marehood. What does it look like I’m doing.” He said, taking notes with one hoof while he continued to prod her vagina with the other.
Candy felt completely humiliated and helpless just lying there while this stallion, this Zebra felt her unsullied sex, proding her, examining her. Unable to even move she felt a few tears run down her face as the stallion behind her continued scribbling down little notes about her marehood.
“Having fun back there?” The Zeba asked, chuckling lightly to himself as he brought a hoof over to the mare’s face, wiping a few small tears from her eyes.
Smiling to himself he trotted over to a small set of metal drawers, retrieving an extremely large steel rod which he flashed quite proudly at the poor mare strapped down to his ‘examination’ table.
“What is that!?” Candy asked, panicked.
“I’m going to use this to see how tight you are.” He simply said with a little satisfied smirk plastered across his stripped face.
“No, no! Please! You can’t! I’m a virgin!” She begged, becoming semi-hysterical as she began to pathetically thrash about in her restraints.
The Zebra simply laughed heartily back at her, continuing his slow trot towards the mare’s rump. “Trust me. Stay still and you’ll probably enjoy this if anything.” He said, pressing the cold steel rod up against the mare’s soft, ebony black vulva.
“Please. I’m a virgin. I’ve never had anything inside of me like that.” She continued to beg through hot tears as her thrashing began more violent.
The Zebra behind her simply smiled, pushing the thick steel rod past her virginal lips, directly into the mare. Her walls instinctively clamped down on the thick rod entering her, and while it was extremely painful and took more than a good few seconds to enter her the steel beam seemed to be lathered in some kind of wet slippery liquid which just about guided it into.
Her only two body parts that weren’t completely restrained, reacted suddenly, causing the poor mare to clench her eyes shut while she stretched her mouth open to an almost painful degree and let a out an extremely loud, long winded scream of pain.
The steel beam felt completely foreign inside of her. It massive, thick, almost icy cold, and literally as hard as a chunk of metal. The stallion was going extremely slow with it, but the sensation of being ripped open by this thing while her prior to unused and extremely sentence vaginal walls clamped down it was beyond horrifying. And all she could do was scream and pathetically try to thrash about on the bed.
The beam must have gotten at least a good foot into her, becoming almost visibly noticeable through her stomach, before the Zebra behind her began to pull it out, which proved just as horrifying, especially as the walls of her sex instinctively tried to grasp tighter onto the immense beam, pulling it back into her depths. She couldn’t seem to control the muscle, which acted seemingly of its own accord.
Eventually the beam slipped out of her pussy with a rather disturbing ‘plop’, taking just a little more liquid with it than it had gone in with. Candy was just left hyperventilating on the bed, feeling completely violated and ashamed of herself.
The Zebra continued to smile before he leaned over and gave Candy pussy a gentle little kiss to tease her, quickly retrieving his notepad and pen to inform her of how well she did. “Extremely tight, very sexually responsive, young, innocent, cute, feminine, a real 10/10 mare. You’re going to make many Zebras very very happy. You should learn to be proud of that fact, because it isn’t changing, and if you think crying or screaming about how much of a virgin you are is going to gain you any sympathy you’re sadly mistaken. You’ll only find yourself being all the more popular.” The stallion simply said matter of factly, albeit with a hint of pride in his tone.
He trotted up to Candy’s face before gently kissing behind the ear of the weeping mare, smiling down at her. “I may even have to borrow you for myself every now and again, and I promise you that I don’t promise that to every one of my patients.” He whispered maliciously into her ear.
The stallion then simply got up and gestured for his guards. “Get her up! And you, don’t try resisting again, you’ve already seen where that gets you!” He finally command, pointing back to Candy.
Candy was quickly released from her restraints, although her magical suppressor was far from removed. She wiped a few tears from her face before she dragged off the bed, falling to the floor with a loud crack.
Not wanting to upset her companies anymore she got up, trying her best not to cry as she was escorted to the door.
“You can expect to be immediately integrated into camp life from this second forwards. You are to go directly to the messhall for a meal and then you’ll be promptly escorted to you cell. If anything you should feel lucky, you’re a high tier mare so you’ll be kept aside commander, and you’re about to get your first good meal for as long as you can probably remember.” He said just before she left the other door.
“Although if I were you I’d wipe that miserable look off my face. It doesn’t look good on you and it’ll do you no good to look so weak around the other Zebras, or tartarus, the other Ponies in the camp.” He said, giving her a little bit of advice to finish off.
