Since the takeover of the farm, things had become far more active during the day as the mass of Zebra’s and even gryphons working on the Apple’s land was easily overlooked for the most part by just about everyone. With the mix of the drug that had been getting fed to the general populace and the cider that was sold at vendors across town and even at the schools, the influence of the drug had become widespread. The fact that Applejack herself was an extremely well known figure within Ponyville and known for her honesty, many took her word at full value. This allowed the Siri to preach of things through her and drive interest and help change public perspective rather rapidly, that alongside the fact her and Applebloom where often making a bit of a display when delivering supplies throughout Ponyville, normally this would be done by Big Mac.

Big Mac though was in a weird position among The Siri and his own family. That and a few other girly stallions had to be isolated after a few outbreaks of their pheromones running wild. Which caused the Siri a great deal of issues to cover up, that alongside even approaching the living lust bombs was proven to be problematic. After they had been detained they had been placed into a cellar that was normally used for preserving Cider for long periods of time as it had a magic cooling system that was provided to them after Twilight went on inventors spree, creating all kinds of quality of life things that anypony could have or afford. The cold also curbed a majority of the pheromone release as the girly stallions were too busy shivering and trying to stay warm to care about being horny.

As a precaution they were bound and separated from each other to avoid them from trying to share body warmth. It was a bit cruel but with what they had to deal with before detaining them, it was for the best and the safety of the Siri. A temporary solution was provided in a rush as they couldn’t keep them in the cellular for long or worry about them dying and with them having value, letting them die wasn’t an option. It was a headache they had to deal with for several weeks on the farm before something was finally able to be done. The collaborative efforts of a few alchemists and enchanters among the ranks of the Siri worked tirelessly with Zecora in creating a solution. That solution, specially made ink that was provided with magic qualities when applied to the skin.

Initially it was going to be like a cream or ointment that could be applied but didn’t hold and led to the creation of an ink, while allowing Zecora to use one of the traits very few in the Siri had the talent for Mchicha Wa Hatima, or in the common language, “Fate Spinner”. It was the art of making a tattoo into a source of power, very few could do this and even the best among them were limited in what they could achieve as it was an all but lost art of magic despite its grandiose name. What Zecora had created was likely the most complex thing she had ever made with it and was at its core, also extremely basic. She was explaining this or trying to at least, To Zakia who’s outstretched hand was currently being tattooed and doing his best to deal with the pain.

“It is almost done.” Zecora’s voice said sternly as she saw Zakia’s fingers twitch more and more as she reached his palm with her needle that glowed a purple and green hue as it danced into the hair, rapidly stabbing at flesh. “Please, remain still or I’ll have to remove it and start again.”

Zakia tensed up a bit at the thought of having to redo the whole process, grunting on the piece of leather he was given to bite on. The sweat that had formed his brow was getting more prominent as time went on. The pain burned through his body as he tried to bear the burden. It was a deep pressure. It was hot, it was cold, it bruised, it stung, Zakia’s body was experiencing agony unlike any he could have imagined. But just as he was ready to feel the last of his strength leave him, the pain suddenly stopped. He let out a sigh of relief when he heard Zecora’s voice again.

“I’m finished.” Zecora said in a clearly exhausted voice as the needle hovered and fell into a metal tray nearby. “S-s-sorry...Master…”

Her eyes, one glowing green and the other purple, reverted back to their natural color. Then promptly slumping over. Being caught by Zakia, preventing her from hitting the ground. A few Siri rushed over to check on her, Zecora was smart to have helped so close by just in case before they started. For a brief moment, he feared the worst. Such a process, it was not a ritual one would undertake so readily, nor endure it for long. Looking at the mark on him, he could feel only pride for Zecora’s accomplishment, but that paled compared to his concern for her well being.

“She is fine, she is just exhausted.” One of the Siri commented, their voice rousing Zakia from his thoughts. “She just needs to get some rest, Master.”

“Shall we take her to your chambers to allow her to rest in peace?” The Siri asked, but was quickly answered when Zecora moved herself a bit and ended up hobbling and laying beside Zakia who was currently sitting in a long reclined style chair that had enough space to fit some of the larger Siri with great ease.

“No… I shall stay here.” Zecora grumbled, keeping Zecora close to him as he tried to steady his breath. He would not allow any subordinate to see him in such a vulnerable state longer than he had to.He smiled a bit before looking at the Siri and said “I believe she has made her choice, please bring her something to eat and drink and station yourselves outside. I’ll take her to my chambers when she is ready.” The Siri bowed before leaving the room.

Zecora did not remain still as she shuffled about, her back to Zakia’s chest and grabbed Zakia’s still tender hand, examining her work like a perfectionist for a moment. It was beyond what she expected, something she didn’t want to admit could’ve easily ended in failure. Sighing, she savored this moment of having her lover hold her in such a way. This was a precious moment, something she knew may become less and less frequent as Zakia was bound to become busier and busier.

“Do you recall what I told you during the process?” Zecora asked, her eyes half open and on the point of falling asleep. “How to use it correctly and what motions did what?” Zakia only shook his head. “Then let me explain again.” Zecora said as she attempted to instruct Zakia on how to use his marking and was interrupted with a firm “No.” Zecora was confused for a moment before Zakia moved her smaller frame a bit to face him and said. “Sleep, we can talk when you’ve rested.”

Zecora wanted to object but the warmth of her mate's chest and embrace of his arm around her as exhaustion overtook her proved far too much for her and resulted in the Mare falling asleep within a matter of seconds.

“Ndoto nzuri, nusu yangu nyingine*.” Zakia spoke, his words almost tingled with almost a softness of his heart on Zecora’s ears. “Tomorrow, we shall continue.”

Big Mac fidgeted like a nervous school filly as he stood beside Zakia. The two had set out for deliveries and ‘free time’ as Zakia put it. Which likely meant he was gonna be begging for his master's cock soon enough. An intense blush crossed his face that was certain to give his already red cheeks a darker shade when he thought about how Zakia had been with him. The femboi stallion’s fidgeting got a bit more intense as his mind wandered more and more on those enjoyable moments of being filled with a fat zebra cock and bred like a mare in estrus. He was broken from his own memories though. As he felt the grasp of Zakia’s large hand with a firm group on his plush backside. The warm sensation above his tail got warmer and warmer as Zakia’s thumb seemed to tease the feminine stallions tailbone, right over the tramp stamp that he had put on him.

Big Mac struggled to hold a moan as he was being molested by his master, it didn’t help that they were in such a public place as well. Zakia had joined the feminine stallion on his delivery to town though. It had been a while since he had done one but Zakia made it clear that he was expected to draw a lot more interest than his sisters when they would come over and advertise the Apples or Cider during deliveries.

The red furred twink didn’t know how he was gonna do that, in the outfit he was wearing it was going to be extremely clear that he wasn’t a mare. Big Mac was in a pair of skin tight sports shorts that hugged his ample bottom and formed a snug bulge around his tiny stallionhood and balls. An equally as tight sports top that left his back exposed but hugged his flat chest and rubbed against his nipples a bit resulting in them being hard. A pair of sports styled stockings, similar to his shorts and top being skin tight and caused a bit of a grip on his thighs showing a slight amount of plumpness. While his hair was tied back into a singular ponytail. Big Mac for a lack of better words as dazzling as Breaburn put it, he didn’t need make up to really look stunning.

Which resulted in a bit of pride forming within the stallion twink, but he was still uncertain despite all the praise for his looks. His brain couldn’t comprehend how he could be even more enticing than his sisters who were far better looking than himself in his opinion. Big Mac expressed his concerns, he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do differently. He wasn’t sure if he was to try and attempt to be sexy. Zakia reassured him once again and said

“Just act like you normally do.” Zakia said, reassuring his stallion slut. “Besides you got that little stamp above that tight bottom of yours. Which is your secret weapon.”

These words didn’t really do anything for the stallions' concerns. He was confused though regarding Zakia's words, how was that his secret weapon? Did stallions really like such a slutty thing? He never got to see what the tattoo ended up looking like but he was told many times that it was suited for a slutty pony like him, even Breaburn got one alongside a few others.

Though that was not the only thing that had changed happened to him recently, He had gotten a bit of a nickname that a few Siri had started calling him Macareina. The nickname caught on pretty well and even his master called him Macareina back at the Apple Acres. It was because of his feminine looks and how easily he could be confused for a mare when looked at from behind and how he was more like a submissive mare than any type of real stud. His sisters thought it was cute as well and started calling him Macareina as well. Lost in his own thoughts again about everything that had happened before Zakia pulled him in front of him, the twinks face buried into the zebra's chest a bit, while the stallion sluts hands instantly went to fondle his master's heavy fertile balls.

“Your mind is wandering a lot today, Macareina and that tiny prick of yours is hard.” Zakia said as he placed both hands on Big Mac’s backside, spreading the twinks plump bottom and teased the small sensitive area between his butt cheeks and tail. “You’re a bigger slut than your sisters, it seems if a little groping is all it takes to get you in a daze.”

The little fleshy nub were the root of his tail’s hair formed from was extra sensitive and the fact he had a piercing that went through the area made any type of contact with it elicit a wildly erotic sound, akin to that of a cheesy porno flick.

Many turned their eyes at the sound that got a great many curious as to who or what made such a sweet sound of pleasure.

“Oh, found your sweet spot huh?” Zakia teased as his hands grazed across the tattoo causing a fraction of the enchanted tramp stamp to light up. The change in air was instant, the powerful pheromones that converted fembois released in the air, though far weaker than normal. Showing that the tattoo was working as intended. Regardless of how weak it was, it called a primal instinct in everyone around and that included Zakia who was sporting a half chub.

“Well I think it’s time you put on a show and advertise some Apples and Cider. Don’t you think so?” Zakia stated more than asked. Big Mac nodded at his master's words, being released from his master's hold and as he turned to do as he was told, Gave the twinks bottom one last swap which got a bit of a yelp. “Just relax, “Macareina” you’ll be fine.”

Making their way to the Ponyville Markets, Zakia and Big Mac, his feminine appearance looking mare to all but the most observant onlooker, were carting the Apple Family’s wares. Once arriving at their tent to peddle the fruits of their labor, Mac or Macarena, as he was jokingly referred to, set about selling what they could. At first, it was a pretty slow start. Many ponies were walking about, but only one or two within the first hour or so even bothered to purchase anything; and even then it was an apple as a snack. Still, profit was profit, and Zakia knew this conquest was going to need more financial backing to succeed. Though he was putting in motion means of greater gain, this small amount brought a sense of pride to his chest. As well as this, it gave him another chance to better observe the various ponies in town.

Being such a small community, everypony knew everypony’s business here and there. Every so often, Zakia would listen to the best of his abilities. While Mac sold apples, he eavesdropped on the ponies around. Though many of these were just day to day conversations, his ears perked whenever he heard the word “zebra”. None of them were potential risks however. If anything, what he heard brought a smirk to his lips. A few mares would mention that they saw more and more zebras in town lately, while others commented that they were curious if any of the zebras would be single. It was only just as he was trying to memorize the mares’ voices, his attention was drawn towards the sudden sound of Mac’s groans.

Looking back over to the twink stallion, Zakia saw that more and more ponies were arriving to purchase apples. That’s how it appeared off hand to any spectators, but he could tell what they were looking at. Mac’s body, more feminine than it was before, seemed to not be familiar to the stallions as they gathered. Zakia couldn’t help but smirk harder as he saw his pet being glared at, ogled by the perverted ponies that were purchasing apples. Part of him regretted not caring enough to learn about some of the other stallions in town, but now was the perfect chance to learn their faces. Though, to make sure his spectating wasn’t being noticed, he took a few steps away from the booth, leaving Mac alone with his customers. Walking over to a nearby barrel by a building, Zakia watched on as the stallion bought Mac’s apples.

Though he wasn’t close enough anymore to hear what they were saying, especially with the growing crowd buying other wares, he kept his gaze upon them. Mac was clearly nervous by this, but whenever he saw Zakia watching, he steadied his nerves. Smiling, he continued to sell the apples, and with each pleasant expression, more and more stallions arrived. The modified pony sold what he could, every so often, one of the stallions asked him to get something more so behind and on a lower shelf. Mac complied, turning to bend over to pick up the bundle of apples, his round and soft looking ass swaying a little, as if to invite the stallions to take him then and there. Part of Zakia wanted to make a personal bet on how long before Mac would be taken like a loose whore in full public view.

Watching on, Zakia could tell Mac was quickly learning to adapt to the situation. While some stallions did the same as the previous, having him bend over to pick up a bundle in the back, others were getting even bolder. Offering to buy even more apples if Mac was willing to do a cute pose for him. Complying, the twink stallion was making more and more profit. Each pose he made, sweet and timid looking at first, he was quickly discovering that he could sell nearly twice as many apples for more risque poses. Leaning forward, bending over, maybe even tugging at his tight shirt to show more of his sweet and delicate skin. Be it sweet and timid, or raunchy and suggestive, Mac was selling apples faster and faster as the stallions were forgetting all about moderation.

Zakia couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, Mac was doing far more than he expected. In all honesty to himself, he believed Mac wouldn’t be able to do it, but he could see the glimmer of enjoyment the twink was having. He liked being gawked at by these degenerate perverts. The pile of bits were growing, so much so that it had to be tossed in an empty barrel. Watching on for another hour, Zakia, even from his vantage point, could see the barrel was nearly half full by the time Mac was starting to run low on apples. This test run was a perfect success, better than he could’ve imagined. His pet was certainly going to be rewarded for this. After the last of the stallions left of course. Zakia wanted to give Mac a suitable prize for his service, but the sight of him slowly adjusting to flirting and teasing to gain more and more bits was enough to stay the zebra’s hand.

Following a little under another hour, the booth was cleaned of merchandise. Not a single apple remained, and now they had nearly a full barrel of bits to add to the zebra cause. Zakia’s smile was a blur of amusement and pride. This was a great achievement. Clearly the farm would need to step up production, but with how the apples were being treated and dosed, their influence was going to spread faster and faster. With Mac setting up the booth to depart, that is when Zakia approached the twink. He was more than eager to show off the profits, much to the zebra’s smiling grin. Looking up and down his body, he knew his twink was eager for a reward, and with nothing more than a silent gesture, he extended his arm. Eager to take his gift, Mac hugged against Zakia’s arm as his zebra master led him on to somewhere more suitable.

“I think this area will do.” Zakia commented, surveying their surroundings. This section of the park was clearly a lover’s make out hotspot, but thankfully the few couples he could see were too preoccupied to notice them. “You’re lucky slut, I don’t get to ream your holes with an audience.”

“W-well...back on the farm.” Big Mac tried to say, but his words were being mixed in with the soft moans of Zakia groping his feminine ass. “W-we could wait.”

“Nonsense.” Zakia smirked, squeezing the femboi’s ass a little harder. “If I wait until we get back to the farm, I might not get a moment alone with that tight ass.” Smiling, he positioned his hand more up along Big Mac’s back. “Speaking of tight ass, you’re gonna need to get me nice and wet to fit in your hole.”

“B-but…” Big Mac moaned, feeling a shivering from his ass. “I-I-I’ve had this in my ass all day. Isn’t it loose enough?”

“For one cock maybe.” Zakia replied with a sinister grin. “But not for two.” In that instant, Big Mac knew that the zebra was planning. A double stuff anal. “Now then, stop wasting time and get to it.”

Big Mac had no place to complain. Deep down, he enjoyed being treated this way. Long gone was Big Macintosh, the strong, the powerful, the studly. Now, all that remained was Big Mac, the timid, the submissive, the femboi slut. Dropping to his knees, he obeyed his master, he could already taste the strong smell cock as he slowly pulled them free. The potent musk only made the femboi tremble with a timidness. He could not dare disobey his master, not that he’d ever dream to. Zakia and his thick cocks were his only focus, his only want, and his only need.

“Come on slut, we haven’t got all day.” Zakia commented, staring down at the femboi. “Show me what you’ve learned.”

Big Mac did as he was told, licking his lips to get his mouth as wet as he could to slip in his master’s sizes with ease. Zakia watched with the same wicked grin as the femboi was quick to service him. As his training had conditioned him, he started with the head, licking along the tip to take in as much of the precum’s taste as he could. It was a flavor he was now accustomed to, and yet he couldn’t get enough of it. Once the precum was on his tongue, his instincts took over. Lips curled around the tip, taking it in his mouth.

“There we go.” Zakia groaned, feeling the femboi’s oral skills. “Right there slut.”

Wanting to please his master as best as he could, Big Mac worked over the zebra’s cocks. Suckling on one while gently stroking the other. Keeping up his paces, the femboi worked over the thick size in his mouth, his tongue reaching around as much as he could. Zakia only kept watching, not wanting to lead him on. While he would have already started fucking this stallion’s face, he wanted to see the results of his training. So far, he was slow, but Big Mac showed some progress and potential; at least enough to keep his master content.

Slurping up and down on Zakia’s cock, Big Mac did not want to keep his master waiting. Taking in inch by inch, he aimed the other cock towards his lips. Not wanting to delay, he opened his mouth to suck in the second cock. Though his jaw was not as accustomed to handling such a thick size all at once, he still tried. But it was obvious that the femboi did not have the same degree of oral talent as his sisters. Applejack and Apple Bloom were leagues ahead of their brother, able to deep throat both cocks at once.

“Come on slut.” Zakia ordered, his tone becoming more and more serious. “If this is the best you’ve got, then your training will need to be intensified.”

Big Mac tried to improve, to take in more and more of his master’s cocks. But it was all in vain. His ass was far better trained than his mouth, and it showed. Zakia only shook his head in disappointment. He wasn’t sure who he’d have to talk to first, the Siri training him or maybe even Applejack. Regardless, he could feel as if his own boner was slowly getting soft; and he hated this feeling. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the side of the femboi’s head. Pulling back slightly, he rammed his cocks in Big Mac’s mouth.

The femboi’s eyes burst open from the sudden shock of having such girths crammed in his mouth. His throat bulged as he felt less and less air getting in his lungs. Big Mac did what he could to maintain some cockworship, using his hands to fondle and massage Zakia’s balls, and while this did help with his mood, the zebra was set on orally pummeling the femboi’s throat pussy. Panting, the zebra fucked in and out of Big Mac’s mouth, showing less and less care for the femboi’s safety.

“Come on damn it!” Zakia grunted, almost shouting, bucking his hips harder and harder. As he fucked Big Mac’s mouth, he noticed that more and more eyes were turning towards them. Rather than try and shy away, he only kept up his motions. “You see that whore? Looks like we’ll get an audience after all.”

Normally, Zakia would be concerned that there were so many eyes on him that were not his Siri agents, but his focus was so set on Big Mac that he didn’t seem to care. Bucking himself in and out, he only wanted to make the femboi scream on his cock, choking on the thick sizes. Grunting, he felt himself getting closer and closer to orgasm, though this was more or less being forced out of him, as Big Mac’s mouth didn’t feel as good as it could. Regardless, Zakia was determined to show his pet what to expect going forward.

“Keep it up.” Zakai groaned, shoving deeper and deeper in Big Mac’s throat. “I’m gonna blow my first load, then I’m gonna see if that tight ass is any better!”

Fucking faster, Zakia pumped himself in and out of the femboi’s throat, causing it to bulge further. Onlookers only seemed to become more and more aroused by the sight. The stallions felt their cocks getting harder, while the mares were getting wetter. Zakia was showing off how much of a stud he actually was, and how he was easily treating Big Mac’s mouth like a second rate fuck toy only seemed to make it impossible to look away. The zebra only smirked, the thought of being such an alpha among the lesser ponies around him.

Letting out a low groan, almost a roar, Zakia showed his dominance as he released his load in Big Mac’s mouth. The stallion instinctively swallowed his master’s load, savoring the strong flavor as he drank. Slurping on the cum and saliva soaked dicks, the femboi cooed and moaned a muffled cry, even as he could almost feel his mind slipping from the lack of airflow. His nostrils flared, taking in as much musk as he could, his lungs burning with the strength of his master’s masculine scent.

“There we go...fucking finally.” Zakia grunted, slowly pulling his cocks free of Big Mac’s mouth, leaving a trail of cum and fuck slime from his panting maw. “Nice and slippery, good.” Grabbing his shoulder, he gestured for the femboi to present himself. “Come one whore, I want that ass ready.”

Big Mac obeyed, adjusting himself to fully bend over, presenting his round ass to his master. Pulling down his tight pants, Zakia only smirked at the sight of the vibrating dildo that was wedged deep in his ass. Reaching for it, the zebra slowly pulled the thick toy from the stallion’s rear hole, drawing out soft moans as his pucker squeezed hard, as if it was resisting. Despite the resistance, Zakia wanted to be a little playful. Pushing the dildo back in, only to pull it back almost out.

“Squeal like a whore for me!” Zakia said, fucking Big Mac’s ass with the dildo. The femboi only gives out more and more moans from the toy’s motions. “Come on, if you don’t cum soon, you’ll have to get my dick all wet again.”

Big Mac couldn’t respond, though he wanted it. Everything he tried, the dildo would only stimulate his prostate, making any noise escaping his throat sound like the mewing of a small animal. Anyone listening in on the two would easily mistake him for a timid mare from the sounds he was making. Zakia knew this, but only wanted to tease him more and more. The blowjob wasn’t the best, but the stallion did show some potential, he just didn’t want to tell that to Big Mac. And the feeling of teasing and toying with him brought out his zebra instincts to conquer and control, to dominate such a submissive creature.

“Almost there, keep crying for it. Cum your pathetic little spurt already!” Zakia ordered, fucking Big Mac’s ass with the dildo harder and faster, nearly shoving it into his organs with each hard motion of his hands. His tiny cock twitched as it let out a small shot of cum, leaking only at best, a dozen or so droplets. “That’s it? That’s all you have in there?!” Pulling the dildo fully out, causing him to let out a tongue hanging yowl as his cock let out a few more heavier bits of cum. “There we go! At last.”

With Big Mac’s ass fully exposed and winking at Zakia, the zebra aimed not one, but both his cocks at the entrance. Licking his lips, the zebra wasted no time, slowly wedging his way in. The femboi cooed and moaned as he felt his rear being stretched, taking in inch by massive inch of his master’s sizes. Unlike his throatpussy, the femboi's ass was more adaptable and spread to handle the girths.

"Fuck, that's much better." Zakia huffed, sliding his cocks deeper in Big Mac's ass. Groping at the round flank, he angled himself to better slide himself into his toy. "A good, tight fit. Just right."

Smirking, Zakia slowly picked up a bucking speed, his hips started smacking his body against the Big Mac's ass. The femboi let out more soft moans as his body matched the motion of his master's body, bucking his ass harder against Zakia, taking in as much as he could. The zebra continued his steady thrusts, driving himself deeper and deeper. Panting a little, he savored the tight embrace of the femboi's ass as it squeezed his shafts.

Feeling his ass was ready to take a more brutal motion, Zakia rammed his hips against Big Mac's ass, humping faster and faster as the zebra was thrusting himself in his toy's flank. As he fucked him, Zakia couldn't help but compare the stallion to his sister. Big Mac's tailhole was certainly a snug fit, just as fuckable as Applejack and Apple Bloom. But unlike the two mares, whose asses swallowed both his cocks with ease, the stallion still offered some resistance.

'Damn, even his ass needs more work.' Zakia thought, sneering at the femboi. Sighing, he kept up his pace, not giving Big Mac a moment of rest as he fucked harder. 'We'll have to ramp up the size of his dildos, this tightness is fine, but I expected more by now.'

Keeping pace, Zakia only seemed to grow more and more annoyed, despite the pleasure he felt humiliating the femboi stallion in front of so many onlookers. There was something missing, something the zebra wasn’t getting out of the bitch hole he was fucking. But what could it be? It took a few more hard and rough motions before it dawned on him. Big Mac was quiet, aside from his soft moans, he wasn’t making any other noises. Sure, the stallion wasn’t known for being much of a talker, but even as his soft ass was being viciously plowed, he only made the cooes of a small animal.

“Come on whore.” Zakia grunted, raising a hand to smack Big Mac’s ass, making the red flank even redder. But this didn’t bring out any new sounds. “Come on, come on, come on, come on!”

‘Fuck, he’s ramming those fat cocks in my ass!’ Big Mac thought, his mind racing around and around. Though he didn’t express it, Big Mac was in a state of cycling euphoria. ‘Shit, it feels so fu-aaahhh!’ The savage ass pounding made it almost impossible to think. ‘Come on master, break my ass!’

‘This is getting me nowhere.’ Zakia thought, his pace quickening, but feeling in vain. ‘There has to be something to make this slut scream?’ As he fucked, the zebra felt something in his pocket. The realization hit him as his hand wandered down. It was a vial, one of the femboi potions. His eyes widened as his lips curled into a wicked grin. ‘Oh yeah, this will do.’ With his mood improved, he could feel a smaller climax approaching.

Grunting, he grabbed the back of Big Mac’s neck. Lifting it, Zakia held the vial, ready to pour it down the femboi’s throat. He stared up at the liquid in his master’s hand, his eyes widened, as if he knew what would happen to him. Panting, his tongue slipped past his lips as if he was hoping to lap it up like a bitch in heat. Zakia could easily see this, feeling the femboi’s ass squeezing harder around his shafts. This was exactly the reaction he was hoping for. Smirking, he swung the vial playfully, as if to tease and tantalize the stallion.

“Come on slut.” Zakia said, his tone sounding almost like a song as he teased Big Mac. “Good sluts get to feel better, but if you don’t wanna talk-”

“No!” Big Mac moaned, not as loud as Zakia wanted, but it was a start. “Please daddy break my bussy, use me harder than you do my sisters!”

“Good slut.” Zakia replied, quickly shoving the vial in Big Mac’s mouth. The femboi easily drank the potion. Whether it was an effect of the potion, or perhaps just luck, but as his body warped and changed into a cuntboi, the zebra’s cocks split. One remained in the tight as, while the other was now buried deep in the even tighter, soaked pussy. “Okay, now we can get somewhere.”

Pulling back, Zakia rammed himself in and out of Big Mac’s ass and newly made pussy. The now cuntboi let out a much louder moan than before, getting more and more attention from the pony onlookers. The feeling of being watched only seemed to make both his fuck holes even tighter. Zakia grunted, panting as he was feeling more and more pleasure. Big Mac wasn't as good as his sisters, but he waa showing much more potential.

"Come on slut, keep screaming!" Zakia groaned, grabbing at Big Mac's hips, bucking faster and faster as he rammed as deep as he could. "Show these horny ponies just how much of a whore you've become."

"Yes daddy! Fuck my slut holes!" Big Mac moaned, not as loud as his sisters would've been, but it was still louder than his recent moans have been. "Make me your bitch! I'm just a dirty whore for your cocks."

"Much better." Zakia nodded, raising a hand to smack Big Mac's ass, making the cuntboi give out a small yelp. "Keep it up slut, you'll get your reward soon."

Smirking, Zakia thrusted himself faster and faster, the sound of his hips slapping hard against Big Mac's body, echoing out around them. Though he wasn't fully paying attention to them, he could smell the arousal of the horny ponies around them. Adjusting his facial expression, Zakia raised his head, giving a serious stare towards the nearby trees. Giving a wink, a whistle, then a nod, there was a faint sound of rustling leaves.

Titling his head, Zakia directed the Siri he knew were watching him, towards the onlookers. Not to harm them, or even touch them, but to subtly leave something at their feet. Given their skills, the agents were more than capable of leaving behind samples of their potions with the horny ponies. Zakia's display managed to keep their attention on him so well, the Siri may have even been able to dose them if he ordered, but it was easier to leave some with them, and let their own curiosity do the rest.

‘That should be good.’ Zakia pondered to himself, feeling his cocks tingle at the tight feeling. ‘He managed to handle double in the ass, but how about in this new cunt hole?’

Pulling his cocks free from Big Mac’s rear holes, Zakia took both shafts in hand, holding them firmly together. With a single, hard push, the zebra rammed his cocks into the cuntboi’s pussy. He let out a loud yelp, feeling his newly formed canal stretch and form around his master’s massive sizes. The zebra pumped himself, thrusting in and out of the cuntboi’s hole. Big Mac’s mind was in an absolute daze, feeling as if his thoughts were being fucked full of his master’s cocks. The horny onlookers continued watching, some even discovering the vials left for them.

“You hear that slut?” Zakia whispered to Big Mac, his ear twitching as he could hear the moans from their spectators. “Sounds like your whore sounds are turning them on. How does that feel?”

“I love it daddy.” Big Mac moaned, his body smacking against the zebra’s hips. “Fuck your load in your wet slut.”

“Well, you’ve been behaving better...so why not.” Zakia chuckled, grabbing at Big Mac’s hips. “Get ready.”

Gripping the cuntboi's ass, Zakia nearly pulled his full lengths out, to then ram himself as hard as he could, nearly breaking through Big Mac's body as he was all but fully forced into the ground. He gasped a loud but breathless scream as his pussy squeezed hard around Zakia's cocks. The tight feeling was enough to push the zebra over the edge, his balls tensed up as the thick cocks swells.

Grunting with continuing to fuck in the cuntboi, Zakia's orgasm was large and thick as the potent cum quickly filled the nearly formed womb. Big Mac could feel his belly filly and grow as if he was being heavily impregnated by his master's load. The hot cum saturated the cuntboi's pussy, the inner canal gripping his master so hard that not a drop escaped as Zakia continued to pump Big Mac full.

"There we go." Zakia sighed, savoring the moment aa he let out the last of his ropes of cum. As tempting as it was, he resisted the urge to coat the cuntboi's back in his spunk. "Despite needing more training, you did a good job, slut."

"Thank you daddy." Big Mac cooed, shivering as he spoke. "My fuckhole feels so go-aahh!" The cuntboi let out a soft moan as Zakia quickly and suddenly pulled his cocks from his soaked and stuffed hole.

"Now then, we shouldn't stay too long." Zakia commented, looking around to the onlookers. "We don't wanna attract too much attention now do we?"

“Well, well, what have we here?” Zakia teased, looking over at the display in front of him. Braeburn, the once stallion, now cuntboi, nearly a full mare, was presenting his naked body to his master. “To think such a delicate looking creature like you was ever a stallion.”

“Thanks to you master.” Braeburn cooed, giving Zakia the most alluring smile he could as he wiggled his bare flank to him. “Ever since you made me what I was meant to be, I can’t stop thinking about all those big, fat cocks I never got to fuck. But right now, I’m looking at a pair bigger than all Appleloosa.”

“Sounds like you’re feeling needy.” Zakia smirked, slowly stroking his twin cocks towards his prize. Turning his gaze towards Big Mac, the cuntboi was still trembling as he was riding his orgasmic high. “Well, while this one is getting over his spurt, maybe you can clean me off?”

“Oh yes, yes, yes!” Braeburn cheered, turning as he dropped to his knees. Slowly, he crawled his way over, moaning softly as he approached. Once there, he pressed his face against Zakia’s cocks and balls, taking a heavy whiff of his scent; quivering from the musk. “You want to fuck my face...daddy?”

“Oh you really know how to get me going don’t you?” Zakia chuckled, angling his cocks at the cuntboi. “Alright, get to it already slut.”

Braeburn wasted no more time, his mind was so focused on Zakia’s cocks, he took in as much of the length as he could. Within the second or third bobbing of his head to take the complete size. Gripping the shaft with his throat, he slowly pulled himself off, taking in as much cum, saliva, and juices as he could. Moaning, he shivered as he tasted everything Zakia had fucked, the flavor only making his pussy drip with excitement. Once he had finished the first cock, he did the same with the other, savoring the delightly taste of his master, as well as Big Mac, and even Applejack, Apple Bloom, and another mare’s taste he couldn’t recognize.

“Very good, my pet.” Zakia nodded, seeing how efficient Braeburn was at cleaning his cocks. He was so thorough, it was almost both his cocks hadn’t fuck a single hole all day. “Oh, now that is impressive. You’ve gotten better.”

“Only for you daddy.” Braeburn teased, gently suckling at one of the cockheads while stroking the other. “So, which one do you wanna ruin my throatcunt with?”

"Hmm, tempting...tempting." Zakia hummed, unsure which cock he'd use first. As much as he'd want to ram both cocks in his mouth, but after all he's done today, there was little chance he'd last doing that for a third time. "Let's get them nice and slippery for that swollen pussy of yours."

Taking a cock in one hand, Zakia’s balls in the other, Braeburn suckled against the tip of the remaining dick. Moaning softly, he was quick and efficient. His lips took in the cockhead, his tongue flicking and teasing along the end. The zebra watched on with an eager curiosity. Braeburn has shown the greatest change among the Apple family, not only physically, but in personality. This gave the zebras a chance to better prepare for their plans, as they never factored in a willing pony. Not only were there willing ponies out there, but the fact they could even be trusted to not spread word around too conspicuously, it was perfect.

“Come on Braeburn.” Zakia commented, rubbing the cuntboi’s head. “There’s no need to take this slow.” He looked over to Big Mac, who was standing there, timid as a shy filly. “I want to show my slut here how you properly submit.”

“Of course.” Braeburn replied, readjusting how he was kneeling before starting to take in more of Zakia’s cock. Pulling back a little, he licked his lips. “You know, I think I can taste my family on your dick.” Pausing for a moment, he pondered the taste. “I know one is Big Mac...then let’s see...Applejack, Apple Bloom...but who’s that last one?”

“Quite a talented sense of taste.” Zakia complimented, chuckling a little as he looked down on the cuntboi. “That last one belongs to Scootaloo, a friend of Apple Bloom’s. But that’s not important. I want my dicks good and ready for you.” His eyes narrowed into a more serious stare. “Now get to it.”

“Yes master.” Braeburn moaned, getting back to his oral worship. He was eager, far more than most Zakia had bent to his will, and had so much potential. He would be the first of many, and of course, his willingness to submit to his master would rally many others like him to join. As he suckled, licked, and savored the zebra’s cocks and balls, he moaned louder and louder. “Your cock is so delicious daddy.”

“So I’ve been told.” Zakia chuckled, his eyes shifting over to Big Mac. “Don’t just stand there, there’s still one more cock to suck.”

Big Mac obeyed his master, despite his own exhaustion, and his body refused to deny Zakia’s order. Shifting over to join his cousin, the still cunboi knelt beside Braeburn. The zebra smirked, watching with glee as the two cuntbois took in both his dicks. Big Mac was still tired, but did the best he could, though his cousin was clearly more eager to please their master. Not that Zakia cared, it was so amusing to watch these two compete. Even if they did get along, he could tell that their eyes were all over how much fat zebra cock they could take.

Reaching out, Zakia pet the top of their heads, giving them a proper and tender treatment as he silently praised them. The two gave off soft, muffled moans as they took in as much as they could with each bobbing of their heads. The two were quite eager to please their master, though Big Mac wasn’t going to last much longer, and Braeburn was putting so much into sucking cock that he was going to strain his jaw too quickly. Rubbing his chin, the zebra pondered what to do about it. He wanted to claim both their pussies again, plowing them hard against the nearby trees, but he couldn’t help but hold back a small yawn. He was definitely getting tired, and even quality cockworship wasn’t going to be enough.

“Come on you two.” Zakia ordered, slowly bucking his hips forward. “Keep sucking you whores!”

Big Mac did his best to hold out, but Braeburn was showing off the most enthusiasm. A small pool was forming under him as his pussy was squirting a passionate amount of his sweet nectar. The cuntboi only seemed more and more eager to show off his skills, no matter what it took. His pussy quivered and gushed out his glistening juices, while his moaning became louder. Soft, vulgar sounds were muffled by the thick size in his throat, but the words he was trying to say nearly brought a wicked grin to the zebra’s lips.

“Alright, my dicks are wet enough already.” Zakia said, slowly pulling his girths away, much to the cuntbois’ reluctance. “Get in position.”

“Anything for you daddy.” Braeburn moaned, giving Zakia’s cockhead one more playful lick before turning around to present himself. His pussy was much more swollen compared to Big Mac’s, competing with Applejack’s in terms of puffiness. Though the two of them shared the same style of piercings. “Come on daddy, fuck my soft pussy wide open with those fat cocks.”

“Quite the eager slut aren't you?” Zakia smirked, giving Braeburn’s ass a hard smack, leaving a red mark as the cuntboi moaned a whorish cry. “If you think I’ll be fucking you like a good bitch...you’re wrong.”

“No, no, I want it hard.” Braeburn pleaded, looking over to Zakia with lustful eyes. Shaking his ass, as if to make his round size bounce, he moaned. “Come and fuck her hard daddy! I don’t want to walk without dripping with your sexy thick cock milk!”

“Such a vulgar whore aren’t you?” Zakia chuckled, angling both of his cocks at Braeburn’s swollen, soaked entrance. “Then let’s hear you scream.”

In one swift and hard motion, Zakia rammed both his cocks in Braeburn’s pussy at once. The cuntboi couldn’t help but let out a breathless scream as he was driven to a powerful orgasm. But his master wasn’t finished with him just yet. He wasn’t going to be content with simply fucking his pussy. No, no, Zakia wanted to really make it hurt. Reaching down from under his thighs, the zebra hoisted the cuntboi up, getting him in a lifted position as Zakia fucked his massive sizes upwards in his pussy, causing the pierced fuckhole to spray out their juices

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck me!” Braeburn screamed, his voice echoing out around them, his body shifted and bounced as Zakia kept himself in a firm and solid stance as he fucked upwards. “Fuck my whore cunt with your fat cock master! Breed me daddy!”

“Oh don’t you worry.” Zakia commented, taking a moment to extend a hand. As swift and unseen as wind, a bottle seemingly appeared in his hand; a small rustling of leaves implied one of his agents handed him the beverage. Smiling, the zebra downed the bottle, the potion releasing a surge of energy throughout his body. With sparks in his eyes, he was ready to fuck harder. “Time to break this bitch wide open.”

Zakia huffed, grunting hard as his cocks beat in and out of Braeburn’s pussy, rubbing and stretching his inner walls as his dicks pressed against the cuntboi’s cervix. He panted and moaned, his tongue hung out as he could feel his body filling with his master’s sizes. His inner walls squeezed hard, taking in as much as he could as he felt as if his entire body was nothing more than Zakia’s fucktoy; and he loved every second of it. Big Mac could only look on in shock and awe, envy and longing mixed within him as his cousin was being plowed like a used whore.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder!” Braeburn moaned, his throat almost becoming sore and raw from his screams. Zakia could only imagine how much work the Siri must be going through to keep their presence from getting too noticed. “Fuck my cunt, break it open, breed your sow whore!”

“Such a naughty mouth on you, slut.” Zakia groaned, feeling he was going to get to his next orgasm very quickly; and it felt like a big one. His balls slowly began to swell as the thick cum sloshed inside his huge orbs. “Keep it up, I wanna hear your voice strain with pleasure.”

“Yes daddy! Fuck me daddy!” Braeburn moaned, his voice crying out as Zakia continuously rammed both cocks in and out of the cuntboi’s insides. “Shove your cocks in me! Break your whore’s fat cunt!”

“Keep this up, and I’ll shove these down your throat.” Zakia teased, thrusting in a much more pistoning motion, bottoming out as much as possible as Braeburn’s belly bulged out from the sheer size. “Here it comes, whore!”

Grunting hard, the zebra felt himself ready to burst. Inhaling, Zakia let out a low groan, almost like a primitive growl as he shoved his swollen cocks in Braeburn’s pussy, stuffing as deep as he could as he released himself. The vast amount of cum pumping into the cuntboi’s body. His womb was full within moments, the thick sizes corked the entrance, making it impossible for any spunk to leak out. With nowhere else to go, the volume of his seed filled and bloated his belly until he looked ready to burst with foals.

“There we go, good and stuffed.” Zakia chuckled, loosening his grip and he pulled himself free of Braeburn’s tight embrace. The sudden space made by lack of cocks caused the cum to gush out, soaking the ground under them. “Messy, but I think you did a good job.”

Gently, Zakia lowered the cuntboi, but despite his clear exhaustion, he and Big Mac still seemed eager to serve. Raising an eyebrow, and with a small chuckle, the zebra located a nearby tree stump. Leaning back, he watched with glee as the two cuntbois did not hesitate to crawl towards their master. Zakia only remained where he was, not even bothering to stop his cuntbois as they began to suckle and nurse his cocks. Clearly this was them getting him good and clean, and this ingrained obedience only made their conquest all the sweeter.

“Now that's what I’m talking about.” Zakia hummed to himself, unable to stop laughing as Big Mac and Braeburn both nursed at his twin cocks. The two cuntbois suckled at his sizes while he only watched with a satisfied smirk. “Clean them off properly.”

“Yes daddy.” Both cuntboi moaned as she licked and took in as much cockhead as they could, drinking what cum remained. “We love your fat cocks.”

“Good, good. Now hurry up.” Zakia ordered, downing another energy potion. Leaning back, he couldn’t help but laugh to himself as he thought. ‘After today, I’m going to need a long, long rest.’

Meanwhile, deep within the apple acres.

“Damn these foul things and what they’ve done?!” Angrilied groaned an aged mare’s voice that was laced in venom. “I need to report this to her majesty. I’m a damned fool for letting my old age make me soft.”

Approaching an Apple Tree that was slightly larger than the rest, hobbling as fast as she could. She raised her hand to the bark and said. “Umbral Solstice, ingressum.” The tree creaked for a moment and runes formed over the tree and an entrance with stairs that led down.

The elderly mare hobbled her way inside, moving down the stairs as quickly as she could despite the pain it caused on her due to her age. She snapped three times and said “prope” but failed to notice the shadows that followed her.

Finally reaching the bottom of the steps the elderly mare looked around the room as it lit up. In the center it held a moderately sized white crystal, surrounded by what looked like a circular table. As she got closer it raised into the air and she went to grab what looked like a sun pendant. As soon as she grabbed it, she snapped as quickly as she could around and threw it behind her, causing a great deal of pain in such a movement for someone’s body who just wasn’t what it used to be. She soon found herself pinned to the ground by figures she couldn’t see and heard the voice that said.

“Even at your age… you’re as dangerous as ever.” That was all the mare heard before she was greeted by the embrace of darkness. Before the last of the light left her sight, she faintly heard. “Though I suppose that’s to be expected of a director level operative of the Black Suns.”

Author's Note

1. Ndoto nzuri, nusu yangu nyingine = dream beautifully, my other half