The years have not been so kind to Equestria. The influence of the zebras have spread to every corner of the once pony dominated land. Every kingdom from Canterlot to the Crystal Empire kept the Alicorn Princesses, but they were little more than figure heads; puppets to the true masters. Behind each Princess, there was a Zebra Prince controlling and fucking them into a joyous submission. Though Prince Abraxas maintained somewhat of a professional display, even as he enjoyed Princess Twilight Sparkle, the other three Princes treated their cocksleeves as toys; some even subjecting them to humiliation after humiliation. In the quiet town of Ponyville, through Abraxas' mercy and kindness, some aspects of pony culture was allowed to remain, but not without heavy influences from their zebra masters. Only in this place could a nonzebra truly rise to prominence.
Just waking from his midday nap, Rumble, now a full grown stallion, looked down to see he was not the only one awake. Gleefully sucking at his cock was Zena, the zebra who had introduced him to the debaucherous pleasure of conquest. Having served and taught him so much, the zebras in charge of screening the potential colts decided to assign her to further Rumble's development. Though through the years, she had become so attached to him, she was fully devoted to his dick and pleasure; almost more so that her loyalties to her own kind. Not that there was a problem with that, he was in a good place in the new world order, he wasn't going to do anything to lose his place.
"Such a good slut." Rumble said, petting his cocksleeve tenderly, which only made her coo as she took in more and more of him at a faster pace. "Nothing beats a morning blowjob from my favorite. But you feel even more eager, something going to happen today?"
"Yes." Zena cooed, speaking between long licks along her master's shaft. "You see, you'll be getting a new whore to fuck with your beautiful cock."
"Oh?" Rumble raised an eyebrow, curious as who he could be getting. Typically, slaves were bought but to have one gifted was seen as a great achievement. "Who is she?"
"Oh, someone I know you'll recognize." Zena smiled, pulling herself away from Rumble's cock. Quickly, she walked over to the door, eager to show her master his new slut. "I just wanted to get you nice and hard for her." Opening the door, she showed off Rumble's newest slave, the only zebra to openly rebel against the new regime, Zecora.
Rumble was shocked, jaw dropping surprised as the zebra he had known his his colthood was entering his chambers, wearing the gold and jewels of a noble's prize courtesan. She was silent as she approached him, her body was even more curvaceous than he remembered, and yet there was something different about her demeanor. It was only after he gazed into her eyes that he realized what had happened. She had been reeducated. There were rumors among the nobility and other higher ranking members of the court that those who rebel were not killed off but made an example of. Often this came through the use of more potent drugs, other times they were beaten and raped into submission, but the reeducation method was feared above all else.
Those to face such a treatment were subjected to magic, a powerful and continual use of a magic that warped their brains. Their minds and memories were modified beyond any hope of repair. By the time one was finished with the treatment, they were no longer who they were before, but a willing slave to the zebras. Whoever Zecora was all those years ago, she was gone, replace only by a willing sex toy wearing her erotic form. When he was a colt, Rumble may have been disturbed by this, but after living through the zebra culture, he has accepted that this was how things were, and as a high ranking member of the court, it was his duty to accept this gift.
"Such a fine gift." Rumble said, leaning up to present his cock to Zecora. "Now come and show me your worth."
Zecora wasted no time, she swayed over to her new master, making she he got an eyeful before she reached the bed. Crawling over to him, she mounted herself, angling his cockhead at her soaked entrance. Before he could say a word, she dropped herself, taking the full length deep into her pussy. Zecora's head arched back as she yowled out a scream of pleasure, her pussy tightening hard against Rumble's cock in orgasm. The stallion gritting his teeth as he felt the sudden warm tightness coiling around his shaft.
Zecora did not stop there, she wanted more. As if possessed, she placed her hands at her stallion's chest for support as she began to work in her bouncing. Slow and steady at first, she was quick to pick up the pace as her soft and filling ass smashed against Rumble's cock, each motion bottoming out inside her. Her belly bulged as she gyrated herself on and off the stallion. He only leaned back, enjoying the view of Zecora's bouncing chest as she went faster and faster. But if there was one thing Rumble had learned over the years, was endurance. And by how Zecora moaned, she was cumming hard and would tire out.
"Did I please you master?" Zecora asked, her voice sounding like the sultry melody from Rumble's wettest dream. "Did your new whore satisfy your magnificent noble cock?"
"Not a bad start." Rumble grunted, savoring the beautiful sight before him. "But you'll have to do much more to earn your place here." Grabbed at the mare's hips, he smirked up at her. "By the time we're finished, you won't want to live with my dick in that whore cunt of yours!" Zecora only stared down at him, her eyes gleaming with an eagerness to serve him; now and forever.
