Challenging Defiance

It didn’t take long for the zebras within the circle to react to Obo’s words. Moments after his decree, several studs had trotted out from the crowd, beginning to form something akin to a line around the ponies. The crowd was full of chattering, as they discussed what they’d do to these two with their turns. The sudden surge of voices shook Fenris and Kara from their daze, as they slowly began to stir. Still basking in their afterglow, they craned their heads up.

“Haaaa ~ W-what’s going on…” Kara muttered as her eyes fluttered.

Though she wasn’t completely gone just yet, the iron will she once boasted was all but vanquished. Her walls of resistance had been critically breached, and if she was pushed more she’d without a doubt break entirely. Eyeing the multitude of studs surrounding her and Fenris, she licked her lips.

She found the ability to deny her needs stripped of her. Her constant mantra of pressing these needs back completely sundered with her climax. She craved more, wanted more - needed more. The sample of cum she had been given wasn’t enough, nor was the pleasure she experienced through her climax, and, although she hated it deep down, she couldn’t deny desiring more.

“W-why’re ~ mmmm ~ you all here…?” Fenris followed, looking around with lidded eyes.

His mind was lost in a miasma of ecstasy, his climax having undone his fortitude nearly entirely. He knew if the onslaught of pleasure continued, he’d never be able to go back. Though, a part of him was growing fond of the notion at an alarmingly fast pace. Pleasure was, well, a pleasure, but it was also a danger. Too much, and it was all too easy to become addicted - and it seemed more and more likely that that fate was what awaited him and his mate. Smacking his lips, he managed to find another small remnant of Obo’s seed within his mouth, dutifully swallowing it.

His needs overwhelmed any logic he had, as he found his cravings near unquenchable. A mere mouthful of seed had driven him to near lunacy, but he seemingly had lost the care for his sanity. His body demanded more, even with his clarity slowly returning.

Eventually, two zebra studs walked up to them both, eyeing each other before looking down at them. They seemed to be scanning them, drinking in both their features silently, and the attention was sending a thrill down the pair’s spines. They meekly brought their gazes towards the two unknown stallions, staring at them with lust-crazed eyes. They tried shaking their heads, the afterglow of their orgasms slowly beginning to fade, though it seemed they weren’t recovering fast enough.

“Which one do you want?” the first inquired, turning his attention towards the other.

Snickering, his companion eyed Fenris. “I’ll take the pegasus; that ass of hers is just begging to be destroyed.”

Fenris’ ear twitched, barely registering the remark. It should have angered him, or at the least worried him, but he was too far gone to care. The notion of being called a mare, emasculating him to the deepest extent, was no longer an insult, but rather a comment he found appealing.

“Fine by me,” the first followed, licking his lips as he looked at Kara with lidded eyes.

She barely managed to look back into his cerulean eyes, before her attention shifted back down towards his package. Seeing it, watching it throb with anticipation, made her heart nearly jump out of her chest. She’d have thought a climax would sate her needs, but it seemed to only make her all the more desperate.

As the pair of zebras walked up to them, the two put on a shameful display of resistance. Weakly and pitifully stirring in the zebras’ grasps, they were more than easily overpowered. The first threw Kara onto her side, positioning himself behind her and raising one of her hind legs. The second had rolled Fenris onto his stomach, propping the pegasus’ ass up into the air while keeping his torso down.

Positioning himself behind the pony stallion, he looked over towards his friend. “Remember, Obo said we can only fill ‘em up once, then it’s the next rotation.”

Kara woozily shook her head, the haze of her lust finally settling and allowing her mind to return to a fraction of its former clarity. Glancing back, her eyes slowly went wide in bewilderment. Watching the zebra behind her lining his cock up with her dripping marehood, she wriggled in place.

Her mind waged a war, as two sides of her clashed against each other. The mentality of a brave, powerful mare, the one she had always took pride in for her entire life, was slowly being overpowered by that of a sex-crazed, mind broken slave’s. She was on the path to breaking, and as she felt the thick, meaty head of the zebra slowly part her lower lips, the defiant spirit she held onto so dearly gave one final cry.

“W-wait! Hang on n-not yet - ahn! Ah! Ah! Oh my gosh!”

As if her words were a cue to the zebra, he slammed into her with all his might. There was no buildup, there was no tenderness, he simply pummeled into her fully without a single reservation. Her words died in her throat, as the sudden surge of pleasure rocked her to her core. If the war in her mind was a close one, then her old self just took a critical strike.

The sensations that coursed through her were beyond description. Being teased mercilessly had felt amazing, swallowing the thick globs of cum drove her insane, but the feeling of finally being penetrated eclipsed everything before it. The Estrum in her system had pushed her sensitivity to the absolute limit, and it was proving so now. Her body shook, her eyelids fluttered, and she felt as if her soul left her body. Having not been properly fucked the entire day yet, the intrusion pushed her to a climax instantly.

Her cunt gushed with her juices, her clit throbbed with sensational euphoria, her backdoor pulsed with jealousy, and she wavered in and out of consciousness itself. If her first climax nearly undid her resistance, this second one had properly slain it. She was no longer wading in the sea of lust, but rather she was consumed by it. Sinking deeper and deeper into its depths, she could only moan in response to all that was being bestowed upon her. She could barely think, yet she did understand one thing.

This felt so good.

She threw her head back, her tongue hung out of her mouth, and she cried out in pleasure over and over. The zebra who was rutting her was using her like nothing more than a toy, and she was growing to embrace the treatment. Her small bosoms bounced with every thrust, as her body was forced forward with each titanic plunge into her depths. Her confines were stretched to new limits, unprepared for the absolute monster of a cock pressing into her, yet that only brought her enjoyment of this all to a higher level. Her nerves felt like they were exploding within her, the pleasure overwhelming them beyond comparison.

She didn’t fight back, not any more, she just couldn’t.

It simply felt too good.

The sudden scream of bliss pulled Fenris out of his dazed state, as he whipped his head to the side to see what was becoming of his mate. The sight of her being rutted, completely and totally ravished by the stud behind her, it made the fire in his loins go ablaze. The need in him was indescribable, having only grown since his climax, and the main emotion he could find in him, as he looked on at his mate, was jealousy. It took a few seconds, but the situation finally dawned upon him, as he felt something warm and hard rub along his ass. Hesitantly, he looked back over his shoulder, only to feel his heart thump in his chest. Behind him, now prodding his pucker with the tip of their cock, adorning a smug grin, was one of the zebras from the crowd.

He wanted it, by Celestia did he want it, but the dwindling parts of his pride cried out to him. He was a proud, domineering stallion for all his life - at least that’s what he thought. The treatment he had been receiving the past day, it challenged that outlook of his. The sensations, smells, flavors, and more were undoing a core aspect of him, making him question his status as not only a stallion, but as a pony altogether. If he were to be rutted, in the current state he was in, he knew it would be the first step in the total destruction of the stallion he once held dear. The faint, dying flame of self respect in him shimmered for a moment, as he forced himself to try and call out to the zebra behind him.

“H-hey! We…we can talk about this! Just don’t - nnnngh! S-sweet Celestia! Ah! Mmph!”

He was wholly unprepared, as the zebra behind him thrust into him entirely in a single, unrelenting motion. The instant his asshole was penetrated, the wind was driven straight out of his lungs. With only a few swift thrusts into his backdoor, he was climaxing for a second time, shredding apart the clarity he had just finally regained. His stallionhood gushed with his seed, as he threw his head back.

The sensation of being mounted, the weight and grunts of the stud above him, the feeling of being filled - it was unbelievably alluring. He had teetered on the edge of a lustful canyon, and with this cock filling him and stretching his insides to their limit, he had now fallen into its cavernous depths entirely. His prostate was besieged, pummeled with unrelenting fury by the zebra towering over him, and it opened the floodgates to a mentality he was trying so hard to defy.

He wasn’t meant to be dominant - no, he was meant to be dominated and nothing more.

Though the realization was a subtle one in his mind, one that the faint traces of his pride were fending off with all their might, his body had fully accepted this revelation. Throwing his hips back, matching the thrusts the zebra was delivering, he began rhythmically fucking himself on his captor. The pleasure he was being given was unlike any other he had felt before, as he outright needed to have more of it.

Neither could have guessed or believed they’d be in such a deplorable state, but within a few short hours their previous outlooks had shifted heavily. They thought they were invincible, unbreakable, and able to conquer any challenges brought their way - yet they couldn’t have been any more wrong. Time went in slow motion, as each plunge into their depths damaged their will more and more. From originally being defiant beyond comparison, they now were barely clinging onto their ire. Each titanic movement, stretching their insides and sending them reeling with pleasure, was undoing them on a deep psychological level. A part of them was fearful, seeing that their bodies seemed to accept their circumstances, but they kept clinging onto the faint belief that they could hold on. Wailing in bliss all the while, they were slowly overtaken by pleasure once again.

With their bodies being thrusted forward, their asses bouncing with each plunge, and their holes being assailed with unending sensations, the pair were ravaged beyond any of their past experiences. Where they thought pony stallions could be fun, they now knew that zebras were beyond comparison. Nopony had ever bestowed upon them the throes of pleasure they were each enduring. They weren’t ones to be scared of a good romp, having rolled in the hay with mares and stallions alike - sometimes multiples at a time, but they were always able to handle it.

Now things were different.

As another set of orgasms rocked the two of them, causing them to twitch and spasm in climatic glee, their outlooks shifted. They had always seen one another as the peaks of pleasure, having bestowed upon each other the greatest sexual experiences of their individual lives. He was the source of her best pleasure, she was the source of his - but with every single thrust into them, that perspective warped.

Nopony in existence, be it a stallion or mare, could dream to deliver the pleasures even the smallest zebra within this village could give. Each and every last one was this insurmountable mountain of pure, carnal might. With their juices spewing from them, the pair of wavering ponies were further made aware of this fact.

Grasping onto Fenris’ hips, the first zebra grunted. “F-fuck! This bitch is tight!”

With his forelegs wrapped around Kara’s raised hind leg, his companion replied. “Mmph! You’re telling me!”

Obo snickered to himself, drinking in the sounds of the pair’s moans. Turning his attention to the crowd, seeing the lot of zebras growing impatient, he stomped a hoof. “You two, finish up now. Everypony gets a turn with our new toys.”

As if his words held some kind of untold power, the two zebras complied near instantly. Gritting their teeth, they plunged the entirety of their lengths into their individual pony, held their breath, and unloaded untold seas of spunk from their weighty balls. The pleasurable scream that met their ears was the loudest of the night, as Kara and Fenris wailed out in ecstasy.

As the molten foal-batter entered their depths, the two ponies felt the world around them spin. Climaxing yet again, having lost count of how many times they had since the rutting began, they were entirely unready for the next part of their pleasurable gauntlet.

With their insides bathed in the aphrodisiac infused essence, their nerves went alight. A deep, intense craving for the zebra’ seed met them. Where they desired more from the sample of seed the dutifully swallowed, they now downright found a need for more.

Realistically, if swallowing it could lead them to becoming addicted to the modified cum, it being dumped into their depths by other means would hold equal, if not superior, results. Though the logic was there, the two couldn’t find the power in them to even realize it. The sensation of the warm essence within them had once again shattered them temporarily, leaving them both as gasping, quivering messes before their captors.

The zebras using them slowly unsheathed themselves, watching as their seed spurted out of the holes they had just fucked. Glancing back at Obo, giving a firm nod, they trotted back into the crowd with satisfied expressions. Immediately taking their place, not letting the pair rest at all, two more studs positioned the ponies to their liking. Kara was now in the position Fenris was before, and vice versa. Satisfied with their setups, they looked up at Obo for approval.

“Don’t even let them recover. Fuck them with everything you have, and when you’re done, the next group comes. Their wills are nearly gone. Shatter them as you will their minds,” he answered, waving a hoof to signify the pair to start.

The sounds of feverish moans met his ears, as Kara and Fenris were immediately put back to work. It was almost certain these two would be his, but until he had them willingly and happily serving him, he couldn’t be sure. Looking over the crowd, he smirked.

They’ll be ready for him in no time.

“Glk! Nnnf! Glk! Glk!”

Fenris’ moans were muffled, as he was being facefucked by a particularly bulky zebra, while another plowed him from behind.

“Ahh! Haaaa! D-don’t stop!”

Beside him, Kara was being rutted in both of her holes. One zebra grabbing her from behind laying on his back, plowing her asshole, and the other rutting her cunt from above.

Hours had gone by, with the unrelenting assault of pleasure never faltering for a moment. Their fiery spirits were essentially entirely extinguished, the nonstop mind-shattering pleasure permanently chipping away at the values they held dear. With nearly the entire village having made use of them already, pumping load after addictive load into the two of them, there wasn’t much of their former selves left.

Yet they hadn’t faced the largest member of them all.

Obo watched from afar, feeling his own stallionhood twitch. Having watched his entire village’s stallion population take a turn with his two “guests”, he had worked himself up by a fair margin. Though, there was a method to his madness. With him being the most well endowed stud in his clan, by a large margin, he had concocted a plan. If the Kara and Fenris of before were still in their minds, they were on their deathbeds, and he’d ensure he would be the final nail in their coffins.

Stifling a smug chuckle, he watched as the four studs unloaded into the pair of ponies. The two on Kara hilted themselves, filling her already overflowing depths with even more cum. Seed gushed out of her marehood and ass, the fresh loads forcing out the volume already flooding her walls. He turned to see Fenris hungrily swallowing a load being shot into his mouth, all while his own asshole was flooded yet again.

Nonchalantly unsheathing themselves, the four zebras let the pair limply fall to the ground. Trotting past Obo, giving their chief an understanding nod, they dismissed themselves. Now left alone with them, the massive zebra slowly made his way over. Night was fast approaching, and with the sun setting on the horizon, Obo intended to finish the two off.

Laying in a pool of their own juices, covered and filled to the brim with cum, Kara and Fenris barely reacted to his presence. Their legs twitched, their eyes seemed glossed over, and they wore dumb, lust-drunk expressions. He frankly wasn’t sure which to claim first, but a part of him was quite fond of the notion of shattering another stud.

Eyeing Fenris, Obo tilted his head. “So, mare, do you still wish to deny your destiny?”

His words seemed to strike some deep, final remnant of Fenris’ pride, as the pegasus weakly craned his head up. “N-not…haaaa…a…mare…”

Obo recoiled slightly. He couldn’t deny that he was impressed - honestly, he might even have been concerned had he not been so sure of himself. The amount of resistance these two have been putting up was something beyond his own imagination, but it didn’t matter - they’d break all the same.

Walking up to the pegasus, he rolled the pony onto his back. The stud gave no resistance, having had his energy drained from him some time ago. Pinning Fenris, he looked directly at him and saw a flicker of that defiant flame in the pegasus’ eyes. It enraged him, but also aroused him beyond comparison. He’d be the one to finally vanquish that flame, he’d be the one to break this pony’s mind permanently, and he’d be the one to earn the right of owning him.

With intent to snuff out that ember, Obo continued to set himself up. Placing a forehoof on either side of the pony’s head, he rested his massive cock against Fenris’ twitching own. Although the stud had an incredibly respectable stallionhood in terms of ponies, he was still much smaller than the zebra towering over him, making him feel vastly inferior.

Slowly motioning his hips, Obo rubbed himself against the smaller stud’s tool. “You know you want more, mare.”

“Nnngh…n…no…” Fenris muttered, barely managing to look back into the zebra’s eyes.

“Do you not see the difference between you and I?” Obo inquired, glancing down at his member. “You’re small. You’re pathetic. You’re nothing but a mare in denial.”

Fenris gulped as he watched a bead of precum drip from Obo’s tip.

“You belong to my village. You belong to me,” Obo continued, rocking his hips at a quickening pace. “You and your mate are destined to be our cocksleeves - like the good little mares you are.”

Fenris wrenched his eyes away from their cocks, weakly looking at the zebra. “No…I…I’m not…not…”

Reaching down, Obo caressed the pegasus’ cheek. “You and I both know you don’t want to go back,” he cooed, moving his hips back and prodding the pegasus cum-slicked entrance with his tip. “You’ll make a good mare for our village. A slave to the pleasure. A slut who worships her superiors,” bringing a forehoof to his chest, he smirked, “and a bitch who obeys me, her Master.”

Fenris’ blush deepened intensely, all while his heart fluttered with excitement. For some horrible reason, being regarded as a mare was driving him insane. He had hated the mere concept of it hours ago, but with each word the massive zebra delivered, he embraced the idea more and more. He couldn’t even recall why, or how, he was opposed to it. The pleasure had demolished his mind, leaving him teetering on the edge of breaking entirely. He was terrifyingly close to becoming nothing more than an empty-headed cocksleeve for Obo and his clan.

A small portion of him despised the possibility of it happening.

But a much larger part was eager to see it finally come true.

He was craving more of the rich seed these zebras gave him, and their cocks in general, to the point where he was beginning to genuinely consider the new lifestyle being offered to him. Working day in and day out, serving every and any zebra that wished to use him, demoting himself from a prideful adventurer to nothing more than a living, breathing fucktoy - it was a tempting offer. Becoming an unthinking, blissful slave would’ve been a notion he’d scoff at not even a day before, but now, now he craved it. The pleasure, the affection, the praise, the delicious seed - it was nearly impossible to refuse. He’d be taken care of, as would Kara, and they’d both live out their days as empty-headed sluts.

“P…please” he grunted, his mind damaged beyond repair.

He winced at his reply, some deep part of him telling him it was wrong to speak in such a way. He wasn’t sure if it was the Estrum, the amount of times he’d been fucked, the potent seed driving his senses through the roof, or an intense combination of the three, but, something told him he was meant to respect Obo. Clenching his teeth, he hesitantly looked into the chief’s eyes.

“It’s time we say goodbye to the pony you once were,” Obo lovingly soothed.

Fenris’ eyes went wide, as he felt his thoroughly used asshole immediately get pushed to newfound limits. Obo slammed into him in one, relentless thrust, pushing his entire titanic length into the pony’s insides with merciless intent. The pegasus threw his head back in a noiseless scream, the wind driven out of his lungs from the massive intrusion.

With his body pushed to its limits, accompanied by the Estrum warping his senses - he came on the spot. Thick, globs of spunk shot from his stallionhood, coating his chest and face with his own essence. Though Obo hadn’t even started thrusting yet, he was already being greeted by a greater pleasure than any other zebra had given him.

“Lick it up.”

His ear twitched, unsure if he had heard correctly through his pleasure.

“Lick up your seed, mare.”

Clearly understanding now, hearing Obo give him an order, Fenris subconsciously obeyed. His tongue flew out of his mouth, lapping up the bits of seed around his lips, before using a forehoof and scooping up the cloys of his own essence off his face. He hungrily swallowed all he had picked up, before realizing what he had just done.

It felt good to listen to the stud, hell, it felt right. Bigger, stronger, and endlessly more superior to him, it was like the natural order of things. Obo above him, him below the entire village. He winced, trying to cast aside the thought. Something was telling him he had to keep it together, if only just. He tried to calm himself, to find some hidden composure in the sea of lustful thoughts, but his efforts were fruitless. There was no escaping, not anymore, deep down he knew it was over - though he hadn’t yielded entirely yet. He should’ve been angry, he should’ve been scared, yet most of what he found within him was excitement.

Smacking his lips together, tasting his own essence, he felt a sense of resentment surge within him.

His own seed was nowhere near as euphoric as the zebras’.

“That’s a good, pretty little pegasus,” Obo started, stroking the pony’s mane. “Already obeying what you’re told. Such an obedient slave.”

Fenris couldn’t speak, the throbbing stallionhood within him making it too hard to focus on a spitting rebuttal. Feeling his pucker hungrily flexing around the cock, eager for more, he opted to try and focus himself - to make a last stand.

Though he didn’t utter a word, Obo seemed to understand his intention all too well. “Ah, I see you’re still being foolish.” Leaning forward, he whispered into the smaller stud’s ear. “I’ll help you finally see the light.”

Fenris was confused as to what Obo meant, but he soon found his answer. Within in a blink of an eye, the zebra went from holding himself in place to jackhammering into him with reckless abandon. He threw his head back, releasing a guttural moan, as he found his outlook on life being reformed.

“This is what you are meant to be. Tch - nothing more but a tool to please myself with,” Obo declared, plowing into the pony without a drop of mercy.

The pegasus wanted to deny the claim, to refute the ridiculous notion, but he was too far gone. “Mmmph! Hnnnng! C-can’t…hold on!”

It felt so much better to just submit - so much easier to just accept his role. Never before in his life had he experienced such pleasure, and he knew, even if he made it out of this village, he’d never be able to get it out of his head. The sounds of their grunts, their gargantuan tools, the way they used him like an object, and the euphoric, addictive cum they had - these zebras were something beyond the wildest reaches of his lewd imagination.

Obo continued pummeling the pegasus’ prostate, further shattering the Fenris of before. “Tell me, how is it?”

He trembled in place, his face contorting into one of pure, unrefined ecstasy. “Nnnnnngh! Sho….sho good!”

His pleasurable honesty fanned the flames of Obo’s passion, as the zebra plowed into him with renewed fury. The pegasus’ mind was on the ropes, and the zebra chief was planning the final strike in shattering everything and anything the pegasus was.

Seeing Fenris close his eyes, he caressed the pony’s cheek. “Look at me, look at the stud that will claim you.”

Fenris turned his attention towards the stud, each thrust causing his eyelids to flutter. His face had a deep crimson blush, his tongue hung out of his mouth, and he looked like a shadow of his former self. Gripping onto the pegasus’ thighs, Obo only strengthened his motions by yet another large margin. Each and every plunge sent Fenris’ body lurching forward. Each and every plunge made him release a deep, pleasurable moan. Each and every plunge erased another part of the stallion he thought he was.

It was absurd to believe, but somehow Obo was just better than every single zebra that had used him before combined. Every aspect of the stud was at a peak. His demeanor, his cock, the untold gallons of cum he could unleash, his voice, his force, his size, every little thing about him reeked of domination. He was right, Fenris was nothing before him. He deserved to claim the pegasus as his slave, and that knowledge made Fenris shiver with a mixture of fear and excitement.

Leaning forward, folding the pegasus over himself slightly, Obo made to finish him off. Locking the stud in a mating press, he began to pound in the nails of Fenris’ coffin. “You know it, deep down, this is your place.”

Fenris slowly nodded his head, the sensation of his prostate being pummeled destroying the fortitude within his mind. “Y-yessssss!”

Obo intensified his rate, feeling his balls begin to ache. He’d peak any minute now, but he’d ensure that Fenris fell in the process. “You aren’t a stallion. You never were.”

Fenris giggled to himself, his willpower permanently sundered, amused by how silly he must have been. This felt right, this was right. He wasn’t a stallion, by the gods, he wasn’t even a pony anymore. He was just a tool to be used by the zebra - and that’s all he deserved to be.

The realization dawned upon him in a moment of pure bliss. In that moment, all the defiance he had held crumbled into the abyss, leaving only the knowledge of what he was truly meant for in its wake. Obo wasn’t his enemy, Obo was his Master. It was all so clear to him now. He shouldn’t loathe what the zebra had done to him, emasculating him and stripping him of his believed role in life, no, he should be grateful. For his entire life, he had this false understanding of who and what he was, when his proper role was hidden from him all along. He was a toy. He was a slave. He was Obo’s plaything.

“I’m not - ahn - a stallion!” he answered.

He was right where he belonged.

Feeling his stallionhood begin to flare, the pegasus instinctively clenching down harder onto his member, Obo snarled. “Beg for it.”

Fenris looked into the zebra’s eyes, desperate to fulfill his purpose. “P-please! Give me it!”

Obo clenched his eyes, feeling his climax mere seconds away. “What are you?”

More a statement than a question, Fenris was compelled to answer. “A mare! I’m your mare!”

With his final decree, Fenris earned his reward. With a roar, Obo gave one final, immense thrust into him before unloading. Rich, hot, Estrum-infused seed bathed his interior, eclipsing the sensations all the zebra before had accosted him. In that moment, as he was bred like the bitch he now was, Fenris faded away - nothing more than a bitter memory. What lay there now, quivering and convulsing while taking the zebra’s load, was a different pony. One that understood that he was below his companions, that he was nothing more than a tool for their pleasure. As it all clicked for him, a dumb smile spread across his face.

His stallionhood pulsed, as he shot his load all over himself, bathing his body in his inferior cum. He waded in and out of consciousness, the reshaping of his mind nearly being too much to handle - nearly. Barely holding on, he relished the sensation of being bred by his chief - by his Master. He felt his entire body seize up, as the last ropes of Obo’s godly essence shot into his depths, pushing out the seed of the zebras before him.

The last remnants of energy left him, as he laid his head back, panting. His smile never fading, he winced as he felt the stud who broke him unsheathe from his depths. With his asshole gaped, a near sea of cum slowly flowed out of his depths, and, feeling the thick substance glide down his flanks, he giggled. His vision was blurry, he couldn’t move his body, and he simply happily laid in the puddle of cum the village had formed for him.

Obo shook himself off, rising up. He took a quick glance at his work, knowing full well that Fenris was gone. The stallion was now his, submitting his body to him fully. Fenris’ mind was broken, shattered into pieces, all he’d know now was pleasure, cocks, and servitude - fitting for a bitch. Obo turned his attention to the side, watching as Kara was slowly beginning to stir.

He had to act fast.

To relish in his conquest, he informed the newly forged femcolt of the next part of his plan. “I think it’s time your marefriend joined you in blissful servitude. Isn’t that right, slave?”

Fenris giggled, barely managing to lift his head to acknowledge the towering zebra. “Hehehe ~ Y…yes~”

Obo chuckled to himself, amused by how pathetic the once prideful stud ended up being, before trotting over towards the pink earth pony. She had only managed to raise her head ever so slightly, turning to face him, before he loomed over her.

“Your mate has submitted,” Obo began, glaring into the mare’s eyes. “He’s accepted his role. He’s become nothing more than a slave. It’s time you join him.”

Kara slowly rubbed her temple, the deep, fading parts of her defiance desperately trying to crawl into the forefront. “N…no. That’s…n-not true…”

Obo scoffed, leaning down and grabbing her face with a forehoof. Gingerly, he turned her attention towards the sniveling, giggling pegasus not all too far from them. As if on cue, Fenris rolled onto his stomach, looking right back at her.

As she looked into his eyes, Kara felt a rush like nothing else before. Those eyes, once filled with pride, courage, and confidence, were now filled with nothing but endless lust. It should’ve bothered her, it should’ve upset her, it should’ve angered her, yet all it did was drive her arousal even further. He had been broken, shattered into a fucktoy for these zebras, and she was aware that she was next.

Turning her attention back towards him, Obo licked his lips. “Now then, let’s make you a good bitch - permanently.”

Kara weakly watched as Obo walked behind her, wrapping his forelegs under her hind legs. In a swift motion, he rose to his forelegs, using his massive size and strength to lift her up with him. Now being held up into the air, she felt him place his forehooves behind her head.

It took her a moment, but the position he had put her in was unmistakable. Locked into a full nelson, she shuddered as she felt the massive head of his cock tease her moist, cum-stuffed folds.

“S-stop…I’m not…a slave…” she mumbled, grimacing lightly as her marehood gave an especially enthusiastic wink, prompting a gush of seed to flow out of her.

Obo rolled his eyes, speaking directly into her ear. “Your mate thought the same.” He nodded his head downwards, snickering. “Now look at her.”

Kara was prompted to follow his motions, slowly and weakly shifting her gaze downwards. To her absolute shock, laying directly below them, rolled onto his back with his mouth wide open, was Fenris. Somehow, while she was being lifted and put into position, he had managed to crawl his way over to them. He now laid there, tail wagging, as he swallowed and lapped up the concoction of zebra seed and her fluids gushing out of her pussy.

“See that? That's all she knows now,” Obo continued, slowly pressing his cock against her cunt. “She’s just a horny, needy, cum-addicted bitch now.” He pressed even more, parting her lower lips as the head of his cock slowly began slipping into her. “And you’ll be the exact same way in just a moment.”

Kara winced, the pleasure and pressure from his tip alone sending surges through her. “No…I…I w-wont…”

The last, feeble, dwindling parts of her once endless pride were faintly shimmering as a dying ember - yet there was enough for her to barely hold on to this point. She was a warrior, a trained, seasoned champion of combat and willpower - yet her undoing was the depths of pleasure itself. Feeling him heave air into his chest, pulling her to him, she gave one last decree.

“Can’t…make me…a bitch.”

Obo didn’t respond, far too annoyed with her final showcase of defiance. With a deep grunt, he pulled her down and slammed her onto his cock. A loud, pleasure filled scream left the mare’s lips, as he forced nearly his entire cock into her in one, foul, merciless motion.

Kara’s eyes shot wide open, her jaw hung loosely as her tongue flew out, and her entire body convulsed. With the one thrust into her, all the experiences she had gone through that evening were eclipsed by a landslide. She came on the spot, gushing her marish juices all over Obo’s cock and down onto Fenris’ face. She couldn’t see him, but hearing the pegasus give an excited giggle and a throaty moan, she knew he was desperately lapping up each and every drop he could possibly acquire.

It was insane to comprehend, but Kara had finally realized something - there was no going back for her. Even if she and Fenris succeeded in besting Obo in his challenge, nothing, be it pony or creature, could ever surpass the absolute euphoria these zebras had bestowed onto them. Each and every stud that had rutted and filled her had brought her closer and closer to accepting her new role, but with Obo’s cock lodged deep within her depths, she felt she was mere inches away.

“Tell me, slut, it feels right, doesn’t it?” the domineering stud questioned, slowly beginning to raise and lower her onto his cock.

She felt obligated to answer, her mind registering the stud’s question as a command - one she had to obey. “Yes…”

Obo began to slowly pick up his pace, pushing his cock into her depths further. “This is all you’ll know, this is all you’ll be.”

“Y…n-no…nnngh!” Kara grunted in response, ignorantly trying to still resist.

Obo scowled, truly and fully done with the mare’s fierce defiance. Raising her up fully, nearly unsheathing himself from her depths, he whispered in her ear. “Your new life starts now.”

Without having a second to respond, Kara was slammed down onto his cock with immense force. His entire stallionhood made its way into her convulsing, quivering depths, before she was lifted up again. She was slammed down again, then raised, then slammed down again - all at an absurdly fast pace.

In that instant, as he began using her like nothing short of a fleshlight, the Kara of before finally gave in. It was all too much. The pleasure, the bliss, the absolute dominance these zebras held over her - no matter how strong willed she was, it was impossible to deny it.

If any creature in the world was to claim her, claim the fierce, powerful warrior she was, it was Obo. He was better than anything her shattering mind could comprehend, and he had every single right to make her his bitch. Strong, powerful, domineering, and more, it was as if her life was destined for this moment.

Destined for her to submit.

Destined for her to become a slave.

He continued ravaging her, slamming her down onto him over and over. Her perky bosoms bounced with each motion, her juices gushed nonstop from her marehood, dripping down and into Fenris’ awaiting maw, and her mind was reformed with each and every moment that passed.

“Tch - let me say it again. This is all you deserve to be,” Obo grunted, beginning to near his climax.

Kara chuckled to herself, her mind overwhelmed as it was reshaped. “Yessssh.”

Obo continued thrusting into her, his motions becoming frenzied. “And what are you?”

“Hehe ~ Your - ahn - slave!” Kara wailed, throwing her head back and riding out yet another orgasm.

“That’s right, good girl,” Obo complimented, pressing his head against her neck, clenching his teeth. “Let’s finish you off entirely.”

Kara’s excitement surged to newfound heights, as she felt his stallionhood begin to flare within her. It was time, time for her to be claimed. Time for Obo, no, her Master, to bless her with his divine, incomparable glory. Willingly clenching down onto him, fully intent on milking every last drop of oncoming seed, she tilted her head back and clenched her eyes.

Obo pulled her back up, once again nearly unsheathing her, before snarling. “Just like your mate, beg for it.”

The demand sang a song to the mare’s shattered mind, as she heaved air into her chest and screamed out. “Please! Breed me! Claim me! Make me your mare! Make me your slave!”

With her final decree, and total submission, she was slammed back down. Obo hilted his cock within her, holding her down onto him as he gave out a primal, powerful roar. Soon after, she felt her entire world flip on its head.

Rope after rope of molten, rich cum shot into her depths, easily forcing out the other loads of zebra spunk within her. Obo’s seed was unlike any other, and it was the only one deserving to fully mark her new life as a slave. The feeling came with a sense of relief, as a weight was lifted off her shoulders. Gone were the days of training. Gone were the days of adventuring with Fenris. Gone were her days of boasting to villagers and creatures about her accomplishments.

Gone were the days of the Kara that once existed.

And it was such a massive feeling of joy.

Now began the start of something new. Now began the days of endless servitude. Now began the days of being a slave. Now began the days of her role as a cocksleeve.

Now began the first, true moment of her new life.

And she couldn’t be happier.

She panted like a dog in heat, as he held her in place for several more euphoric moments, before finally he reached his end. Slowly, he raised her up, finally releasing her with an audible pop. Liters of seed poured out of her marehood, much to Fenris’ glee, as Obo slowly and carefully laid the mare beside her mate.

As if driven by some unknown force, the pair had somehow accumulated enough energy to shimmy closer to one another and eagerly begin lapping at each other’s bodies. Hungrily scooping up seed, they each cleaned the other off with fury. Moving down to one another’s nethers, taking a position akin to a 69, they dove their maws into each other’s holes. Moaning within one another, lavishing each and every drop of seed they possibly could, the two acted like nothing more than primal beasts.

The sound of a throat being cleared led to the two of them to freeze. Pulling their heads away from one another’s goods, they turned their attention towards the sound. Standing tall on all four legs, a wicked smile across his face, Obo began to trot over to them. It only took a few large steps, but within time, he was positioned directly over the two laying ponies.

Resting just below his stomach, the mind-broken couple swiftly brought their attention to Obo’s slickened stallionhood. Every newly forged part of their minds ushered them to dive onto the cock before them, but that would be improper. They were slaves, having been fully shown the light by the stud, and being so they were only meant to act as ordered to. Though, thankfully for them, Obo made his intentions clear.

Spreading his hindlegs slightly apart, the zebra flexed his cock. “Slaves, clean me off.”

A massive, joyous smile spread itself across each pony, as they slowly crawled over towards the stallion’s groin. Huffing air into their lungs, breathing in his musk, they shuddered and replied in unison.

“Yes, Master.”

Obo smiled, as he felt a pair of tongues begin gliding themselves up and down his shaft. One mouth finding itself on his nuts, the other suckling on his tip. Light moans rang out below him, nothing short of music to his ears.

It had finally happened, these two were his. They had been shattered beyond repair, pale forms of the ponies they once were. Nothing more than eager slaves now, abandoning their former goals and dreams to worship him. His clan had newly formed bitches to indulge themselves in.

He had won.