Challenging Defiance

Jaws dropping, the pair of ponies let Obo’s order ring in their heads.

Now, you suck.

If only they had their artifacts, they’d have more than easily disposed of Obo and any other creature that was intent on using them - though they simply didn’t.

With Estrum coursing through them, they stared at the zebra’s gargantuan cock with fear and small portions of excitement. It was just doused with a very bright Estrum brew, seemingly somehow even more potent than the one they had been forced to consume earlier. They knew full well that the second they put their lips onto his package, even more of the euphoric herb would take hold on their bodies .

They wanted to retort, they wanted to fight back, they wanted to laugh at the zebra for making such an absurd demand - yet they knew they couldn’t. Drinking in every divine inch of the tool presented before them, nearly obscuring each other from one another’s view, they felt the burning in their loins rage on. The thick member was beyond anything they had ever seen in their lives, dwarfing even the pony stallion’s in the porno mags they sometimes used as reference for their own private sessions. It throbbed lightly with the veins along it pulsing with blood, only further supplying the fuel to keep it absolutely rock hard. Estrum dripped down it, gathering in the region where his weighty nuts met his lengthy dick.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Obo inquired in a sultry tone.

With their need to climax only fueling their degenerate desires, Fenris and Kara could only gulp in response. It wasn’t that their ire or defiance had been struck out of them, but rather the sheer shock from his endowment had finally dawned upon them. Managing to pry their eyes off his tool, driven by the parts of their brain screaming to resist, they ducked down and looked at one another.

Though they still gave each other a reassuring look of confidence, it was nowhere near the unbreakable bravado they had about an hour ago. One dose of Estrum, accompanied by some intense oral stimulation, had brought them to openly moaning messes - anymore and it could lead to devastating results.

In an attempt to calm themselves, they each took a deep breath, but soon found such action to be a ruinous mistake. With their sinuses vulnerable to any lingering aromas, Obo’s heady musk soared into their senses. They realized their transgression all too late, as their eyes fluttered, their bodies quaked, and they found themselves moving up and closer to his cock ever so slightly.

There were good smells, there were great smells, and then there were ones that were downright divine. The earthy, exotic scent that bestowed itself upon them was unlike any they had ever experienced, but it brought with it a sense of delight. The Estrum they had consumed heightened their every sense, and now it was showcasing just how devastating it could be on that of their smell. Clenching their eyes, the fire of defiance within them still burning bright, they recoiled.

“You w-want us to bucking blow you?” Kara snarled, calling out from below the titan of a stud.

“Is that not what I just said? Or are you too busy thinking about what this cock will do to you to think clearly?” Obo cheerily replied.

Furrowing his brow, forced to accept the zebra’s orders, Fenris called out to him. “So, how…do you want us to do this?”

Swaying his hips, in turn motioning his package, Obo smiled. “Simple. One of you suckling on my nuts, the other worshiping my shaft. Don’t worry who gets what, you’ll switch spots at some point.”

Fenris and Kara once again looked at one another, eyeing the zebra’s shaft from the corner of their eyes. Nodding his head at his mate, taking a deep, nervous gulp, Fenris went ahead and took the initiative. Slowly, he shifted his position and stooped down, leveling his snout with Obo’s nuts. Giving himself an internal peptalk, deeply trying to reassure himself that he could do this, he slowly opened his maw and dragged his tongue along one of the cum-filled orbs.

A shiver of ecstasy went through the pegasus, as the second his tongue pressed against the thick flesh of the zebra’s balls, he was assailed with a flavor beyond any he had known before. Similar to his musk, Obo’s taste was downright addictive. Earthy, salty, and exotic - it was the perfect blend of tempting. Mixing with the natural flavor the zebra provided, was the herbal brew that his package was doused in. The Estrum mixed with his already divine taste in a catastrophic harmony - nearly sundering the pegasus’ reservations in an instant.

With each and every lick, he ingested more of the aphrodisiac, and its effects were taking hold in quick fashion. The desire within him surged with renewed intensity, his downright need to cum was becoming unbearable, and he found himself stifling a moan as he began suckling on one of the nuts before him. Dragging his tongue along the area where Obo’s balls and shaft met, picking up a hefty dose of the devious brew, Fenris’ eyes fluttered. His defiance faltered once again, as he started to entirely engulf one of the pendulous orbs into his maw.

Kara grit her teeth, unsure if she was glad or envious that Fenris had opted to take on Obo’s cum tanks, but needless to say, she had a task to accomplish. Moving herself, hovering just above Fenris, she eyed the zebra’s cock nervously. She found herself licking her lips, imagining just how good the tool could feel if it was put to use in other places, but, feeling her marehood give a wink in response to her lust, she shook her head.

Allowing her instincts to overtake her logic would only lead to her galavanting her way into becoming a mind-broken sex slave for Obo and his village. She attempted to steel herself, convincing herself she had the willpower to resist the pleasures she was about to engage with. She motioned her head forward, nearly resting atop of Fenris’, and, despite her ire, slowly brought her tongue to the zebra’s sheath. Clenching her eyes, she took a single, solitary lick - yet that was all it took.

Her eyes shot open, her cunt gushed with her juices, and she felt dizzy. The taste, by Celestia the taste. It was unreal and undefinable, yet it was coursing through her taste buds like firecrackers. She had no idea why, or how, his shaft could hold some unholy blend of flavor, but his natural taste conjoined with that of Estrum sent her reeling in a moment. Pressing forward once more, moreso driven by her outright need for more of the taste, she began dutifully mopping his shaft. Dragging her tongue up and down the titanic tool, more and more Estrum entered her system, taking effect on her. Her primal urges grew stronger and stronger, as she brought her mouth to the tip of his cock and suckled on it.

“There you go ~ Such good mares," Obo cooed, gently rocking his hips.

Both ponies simply moaned in response, seemingly lost in a sea of their own lust. With every passing second, they were pushed more and more towards the edge of their sanity. The Estrum, his taste, and their denied climaxes blended into a horribly thrilling experience. Where they were initially hesitant, they soon found themselves absentmindedly lavishing him fervently.

Kara had engulfed his cock fully, throating it down her gullet to her best ability. It slipped down her throat, as she struggled to meet his medial ring, yet her instincts drove her into a frenzy. Just below her, Fenris hungrily suckled on Obo’s nuts, trails of saliva connecting to his lips as he rotated in between each delicious ball.

On and on they went, worshiping Obo against their own initial reservations. They may have lost their clarity, momentarily, yet some parts of them still resisted heavily. They hadn’t yet begun to stroke themselves, the parts of their minds not currently clouded with lust fending off the urge. Lowering themselves to such a level would go against everything their pride stood for, add in the fact that a climax at this point could be the key factor in undoing the core of their resistance, and they had to hold on.

As they continued to worship their “Master”, as he wished to be referred to, they lost sight of their initial disdain of him. The taste was too good, and though they hated every aspect of the zebra before them, they couldn’t deny having an outright hunger for more.

“Stop,” Obo shouted out, stepping away from the pair, “time to refresh your treat.”

With saliva staining their fur, crestfallen expressions splitting their countenances, the pair watched the zebra trot backwards from them. Having been stripped from their haven, the two had a moment to gather their bearings. They stared dumbfounded at the zebra chief, awestruck by how quickly they had been consumed by their lust, as their minds collected themselves properly. Every part of them was ashamed of how fast they had begun lavishing their captor, yet they also found an aspect of themselves enjoying it. Shaking their heads and gritting their teeth, they watched as Obo doused his packages in the Estrus brew once again.

“Y-you’re putting…more?!?” Kara stuttered, disbelief across her face.

Obo smiled down at her, rolling his eyes. “Oh, this is only the start. You’ll be getting much, much more of our lovely little herb soon enough.”

“You’re k-kidding right?” Fenris nervously inquiried, staring at the droplets of the potion dribbling down Obo’s member.

“I would never joke,” Obo sighed, adding a few more drops of the aphrodisiac onto his member. “You two are starting to love this, aren’t you?”

Kara took a sharp breath, as she felt her juices sinking into the fur on her thighs. She feared he was right, somehow some part of this was beginning to become enjoyable - happy even. Scoffing, scolding herself for letting such insane thoughts cross her mind, she turned her nose away from the zebra.

“Just shut up and get this over with.”

Fenris gave a firm nod in agreement, though his coy smirk faltered as Obo made his way back to them.

“Now,” Obo continued, stepping over them once again, “switch.”

“Fine,” the pegasus shot back, biting his lip.

Their breath picked up pace, as they took their positions before the zebra’s groin. A deep fear in them continued to grow, knowing full well in moments they’d be slobbering all over Obo’s package again. The Estrum simply did things to them. It seemed insane to believe that somehow ponies had such a critical weakness that could be exploited - yet they were now experiencing it directly.

They could act confident as much as they wanted, but they felt themselves weakening with every passing moment. It was breaking down their walls of fortitude at a nerve wracking pace, and if things got anymore intense, they feared their minds would shatter from it all. Barely managing to quell their fears, they got to work and began servicing the stallion once more.

Fenris engulfed the larger stud’s dick in his gullet, hesitating before the same sensations that hit him before took hold. Struggling for a moment, the aphrodisiac took hold on him as he began bobbing his head up and down, taking the zebra down his throat hungrily. He clenched his eyes, finding his ability to resist the urges Estrum put into him sundered, as he continued to worship to his best ability.

His body may have been giving into its desires, but he kept his mind secure - for the most part. He kept telling himself that he was in control, that he could stop if he truly wanted to. He was just doing what he was ordered to, as the challenge required. He wouldn’t be hungrily deep throating his captor’s nuts otherwise - right? His mind hesitated, his signature confidence faltering even more.

Part of this felt right.

Kara had long since started lavishing the stud’s nuts, finding herself in a similar situation as before. At first she hesitated, her anger conquering all other emotions within her, but as soon as she started, she just couldn’t stop. His nuts were just as good as his cock, and she found herself diving right into them with her best ability. The smells, the flavors, the sounds of his grunts above her, and the sounds of Fenris’ muffled moans to her side - it was all just too good. Popping one nut out of her maw, giving it an urgent lick, she swapped to the other.

Her body was desiring Obo, and frankly any of these zebras, so badly, so she was just quenching its thirst. That was all there was to it, she was in control of herself, she was simply…having fun with it. It wasn’t that she wanted it, she simply had to do it. She kept reassuring herself of that fact, yet she felt uncertainty brew within her mind.

There was a part of her yearning to be conquered.

They continued for what felt like a lifetime, moaning and suckling on their respective parts of Obo’s package all the while. Though, somewhat to their dismay, the towering zebra pulled back. Releasing his cock and balls from their maws with an audible pop, he strained his face in pleasure.

“Open your mouths, now,” he commanded.

Catching onto what he was planning, the pair hesitated. Their minds were screaming to defy Obo, yet their desire soon drowned them out. Indignantly opening their jaws, they let their tongues hang out as they patiently awaited the inevitable. They had to obey, simple as that. Just obey and leave by morning.

“Good slaves,” he complimented, earning a small, scornful look from the two.

Their reaction to his remark meant nothing to him, as he brought a forehoof down to his shaft and began stroking himself. Within moments, he felt his balls pull up to his groin, as he reached a climax. Ropes of his spunk spewed out of his shaft, flying directly onto the faces of his captives. Several strands made their way into the two’s mouths, and as they went to spit, he snarled.

“Tch - swallow it, sluts.”

Once again, the duo froze up, the unforeseen command catching them off guard and leading them to pause. Having no other option, they huffed hot air from their nostrils angrily, and dutifully swallowed the seed within their mouths. Seeing his baleful glare, knowing he wasn’t fully satisfied, they also picked up the vestiges of his seed off their faces and swallowed what they could.

Pleased with them, Obo smiled. “Good mares.”

His praise held no value to them, only increasing their anger by a magnitude. Making to swiftly deny him, they both glared at the zebra.

“T-there! Are you happy - a-ah! W-what the hay?!”

“Hold on! Nngh! W-what’s going on?!”

Their rageful expressions morphed into panting, drooling, desperate ones, and it was all Obo needed to see. He was getting to them, even faster than he could have hoped. As soon as they swallowed his seed, he had felt himself getting giddy, having left out a very important detail about him and his tribe’s essence.

“Oh that’s right ~ that!” he began, shaking his cock to remove the remaining dollops of his seed off it. “You see, we have a special little tradition in our village. We consume Estrum with all of our food and drink, after all it doesn’t affect us zebras.” He lowered himself, staring eye to eye with the struggling ponies. “Since we’ve had so much, it’s become infused with our seed. But it gets better! You see, it’s led our essence to be several magnitudes more potent than the actual herb itself. Makes our spunk rather…addictive if you will.”

Kara strained her face, barely containing the overwhelming need within her. “You b-bastard!”

Obo motioned his eyes towards the ground, flashing his teeth. “You act so angry, yet you’re absolutely soaking the ground below you.”

Eyes going wide, Kara looked under herself, only to feel her embarrassment reach new heights. She was absolutely drenched, her juices running down her thighs forming into a small puddle below her.

Never in her entire life had she ever been this wet.

“Y-you’re not gonna win!” Fenris sputtered, shaking in place as his stallionhood dripped with precum.

“Right, I’m going to listen to the mare in denial,” Obo mocked, dismissively waving a hoof at the stud. “If that’s the case, why is that nice, tight asshole of yours so desperate for some cock, hmm? Or, why are you dripping with excitement down there?”

Fenris recoiled, not having to even look to know Obo was right. The load he had just swallowed was ruining him to a psychological level, undoing the seams of his ire and weaving ones of desire in replacement.

Try as he might, he couldn’t stop the yearning within him.

Obo laughed lightly at the two, before turning towards the circle of zebras around them. “Now, let’s have these two put one last show on for us before the best part comes!”

“W…what now…” Kara panted, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as the heat within her grew to unbearable levels.

Obo turned towards the two, before swirling a forehoof in a circular motion. “Back to back, you two.”

The pair, with their clarity sundered, obeyed the command near instantly, whirling in place. Pressing their backs against one another, leaning on each other, they gazed over the crowd around them.

Zebras of varying sizes all looked at them with hunger. Every single one had their stallionhoods out, hard and ready. The two felt their shame growing evermore, acknowledging that these zebras were looking at them as nothing more than sex objects.

“Now w-what?” Fenris asked, barely able to focus as his need clouded his mind.

Obo smiled over at him, before raising an eyebrow. “Spread your legs.”

The two did so, showcasing their nethers clearly to all the zebras around them.

They looked back at Obo, who chuckled before pointing a forehoof towards them. “Now, get yourselves off.”

They froze, staring dumbstruck at the zebra. True, they so badly yearned for the sweet sensation of release, but they knew damn well how destructive a climax at this point would be. With the sheer amount of aphrodisiacs in them, accompanied by them teetering on the edge of cumming for some time, actually reaching their peaks would without a doubt undo them at a psychological level. Their panting never ceased, though they took a moment to try and bargain with the chief.

“H-hang on - unf - there’s gotta…be something else we can do,” Fenris pleaded.

Obo furrowed his brow at the pegasus. “You know you both want to. Do it.”

Fenris clenched his teeth, as he felt his precum dribble out of his cock. “B-but -“

“But nothing. You’ve been given a command, now fulfill it. Like we established, you’re both slaves - do your jobs,” Obo interrupted.

“F-for only today though…” Kara muttered, clenching her eyes as she felt her marehood give yet another enthusiastic wink.

“Something tells me you’re both realizing that might just change~” Obo replied, his voice littered with bravado.

The two scrunched their muzzles, the chief’s statement echoing in their minds. Within a span of a few hours, they had been put through a pleasurable ordeal that was beyond compare. They hadn’t even been fucked and yet the two of them were feeling their confidence fade more and more. Just a sample of the zebra’s load had driven them into a frenzy. The pleasure, the ecstasy of it all - it was impossible to resist. A climax could be their undoing, especially if the zebras had more planned for them after it.

They had no other option, having accepted the stakes. Drifting their hooves towards their groins, they braced themselves. They had to keep it together. They had to resist. If not, today would be the undoing of all they were.

Fenris gently drifted his forehoof to his shaft, shivering as he gently touched it. Hesitating for a moment, he began stroking himself. With only a few motions, his eyes went wide, and he felt his heart thunder in his chest. He had masturbated countless times in his days, but none of his experiences could compare to the pleasure he was delivering himself right now. His stallionhood was extraordinarily sensitive, the smallest touches sending jolts of pleasure through him. Having been on edge for so long, he picked up his tempo, beginning to lose himself in his need.

Kara groaned behind him, having started her motions as well. She kneaded her snatch slowly at first, but with each passing second her tempo only increased. She had rubbed herself more times than she could count, but this time it was transcending beyond a euphoric sensation. Each time she graced her clit with her forehoof, she felt herself inching closer and closer to nirvana. Her hoof was soaked in her juices, all while her pussy winked wantonly following each motion she made. To say it was downright irresistible was an understatement, as her rate was beginning to accelerate at a dangerously fast pace.

“Having fun aren’t we?” Obo commented, smirking at the two.

They wanted to respond, to shoot back an insult, yet nothing more than moans escaped their mouths. They’d have stood their ground only an hour ago, but now things had changed. They could only continue to moan in response, finding their voices locked within them. The seas of pleasure overtook their anger and defiance, drowning them out and replacing them with lust and ecstasy. They just kept going, pushing themselves closer and closer to the brink.

Obo glanced at the crowd, seeing their ecstatic faces. “Keep going. You’re putting a good show on for your owners.”

His words struck a chord with the two, somehow driving them to pick up their pace. They couldn’t explain why, but being encouraged to climax had hit some hidden desire within them. It felt right to be ordered around. It felt good to feel so weak. The only thing they’ve gained from obeying was pleasure - and it was becoming downright addictive. Coming closer and closer to a climax, they felt their vitriol dwindling.

They just kept going, feeling their brinks approaching. Their faces strained, their legs began to shake, and their breaths were becoming hitched. Any moment now, and their pleasure would explode to new volumes.

“Tell me how close you both are,” Obo commanded.

Barely registering their directions, the two sputtered in response.

“A-ahn! S-so - nnngh - close!”

“C-can’t - nnnnf - h-hold on! Ah! Ah!”

The zebras around them began cheering out, encouraging them to push themselves past the brink. Degrading remarks came from all around, comments about their bodies spawned from left right and center, and compliments on how good of sluts they were rang out.

It was all overwhelming their senses.

The pleasure, the sounds, the smells, the tastes, it was all too much to bear. As they threw their heads up to the sky, tongues lolled out of their mouths, their expressions now pale shadows of their former anger. On the cusp of a climax, they were unable to speak, finding themselves crying out in pleasure.

Obo walked up to them, leaned down, and whispered. “Now, cum like the sluts you are.”

His words were the final push needed to send them over the edge. Their bodies froze up, they opened their mouths in a noiseless scream, and their eyes rolled to the back of their heads. With the force of a shattering star, they climaxed. To say it was nirvana itself would be selling it short - it was something beyond reality. Fenris balls pulled up, as his cock shot out rope after rope of seed, while Kara’s cunt gushed with her lewd juices, drenching her thighs and hoof.

They had experienced many things in their lives, getting themselves off when needed, intimate times in the bedroom, even several orgies with friends and strangers alike - yet all those combined couldn’t even enter the realm of pleasure they were now in. It undid them at a deeper level, as their defiance all but collapsed in on itself, leaving only the pleasures they’d experienced in its wake.

Twitching, spewing their juices without a care, the two continued moaning and screaming in pleasure. Days, years, centuries could have passed and they would’ve never known. Consumed in a realm of carnal delight, they lost track of time as a whole. They bucked their hips forward, saliva dripped out of their maws, and they shook intensely.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, they reached the end of their journey beyond pleasure. Panting heavily, they relaxed their forelegs, and looked on with lust-crazed expressions. The energy taken from them had been substantial, as they collapsed onto their sides. Laying in a pool of their own juices, they barely moved besides the rise and fall of their own chests. They didn’t utter a word, too lost in the miasma of bliss their climaxes put them in, but it wasn’t the end just yet.

Obo looked at the two, pleased with the results. They, for the time being, seemed broken, but it wasn’t enough. There was an explicit reason he had refrained from having them get fucked so far. With them in such vulnerable states, getting rutted nonstop would certainly break their minds to the fullest extent. They were already teetering on the edge of their sanity, if they had not surpassed it already, and being used as cumdumpsters for the next few hours would cement their fall. They seemingly nearly broke from climaxing alone, but he wanted to ensure these two become nothing more than giggling, empty-headed whores for his village to indulge in for years to come.

He turned towards the crowd, drinking in their eager looks. “I think it’s about time you all had a turn with these two.”