“SPIKE!” Very nearly slamming the doors off of their hinges, the usually prestigious Princess of Friendship barged through them. It was an incredibly uncommon thing for her to do, her always trying her best to be the best princess she could. Now called for urgency though.

“GAAHHHHH!” But the intrusion only made him fall off the back of the chair he’d been sitting on, him calmly having been reading a comic without a care in the world before the fright of his life barged her way through the library doors. Picking himself up off the floor, Spike rubbed his head he banged on the way down a little, annoyed at having hurt it before he quickly glanced at who’d caused the pain.

Frantic stress was more than visible on Twilight’s face, her entire body looking on-edge and in a rush as she instantly got her dragon’s attention.

Rising to his feet, he stood strong, ready to hear about whatever villain must be attacking Equestria this time as well as how he could help her as her personal assistant. “Yes princess?”

Twilight, his kind-of sister, would’ve found his royal guard-esque display adorable if it wasn’t for everything else occupying her mind. “Spike! Has Celestia sent over any letters?!”

He was slightly taken aback. It wasn’t the first answer he was expecting, him assuming she’d need him to send something to said princess rather than receive it, so his response was a little confused. “I- Umm… No?”

The dragon should’ve been unaware of the panic he’d just caused, only Twilight was the worst at hiding her emotions, blatantly showing that his answer was the wrong one as she muttered to herself.

But before he could get a word in to try and calm her, she spoke, cutting him off. “Okay! I’m going to fly to Canterlot then!”

He really wasn’t being given much context here, so he’d take what he could. “Um… Why?” All his confused self could give was that question and a lazy movement of his arms.

Not bothering packing a saddle bag and already making her way to the door, Twilight just looked back at him realising he deserved at least something. “I- Well- Zebras. They’re in Ponyville and- And Rarity and Fluttershy, they-“ It was probably a bad idea to have mentioned Rarity being involved to Spike, but she couldn’t take it back now, she just needed to find Celestia so the ruler of Equestria could sort out this whole mess. “I-I need to go! Zebras are here and… Just don’t leave the castle! Anyway, bye!”

Leaving the conversation there (if that could be called a conversation) she galloped out again, leaving him baffled and worried with a need to go outside and find out what exactly was going on.

At the same time however, she zoomed down each corridor on her way to the front doors. Finding them, she smashed them open too, taking flight immediately in the direction of Canterlot. With a purple aura closing the entrance to the castle, she prepared herself for the journey. It was a long way to fly, way too far for any means of teleportation, so she just had to hope this message could reach her tutor as soon as possible so she could help, them having few other options of trying to fight the striped invaders other than relying on her fellow alicorns.

Little did she know however that it was already way too late, both Celestia and Luna having swapped sides and now… getting to know the enemy better.

Four zebras. Four excited, horny zebras. All of them were moving through Ponyville, ignorant of any events happening around them as they searched for pony mares to ‘have some fun’ with. However just like all other zebras in Equestria, these stallions weren’t looking for some quick lay to solely bust a nut inside of, they wanted a proper satisfying and carnal fucking. Quality over quantity was what they believed, though both never hurt. So the four were looking for mares so they could have some fun, but they’d enjoy them too, appreciating the future sluts’ bodies as they practically already belonged to them.

“Any ideas then?” A curious zebra turned to the others. They felt lost in the unfamiliar streets, which was absurd considering they didn’t have any set destination.

They looked around for anything to latch onto, and quickly, one of them just decided to point to the strange building not far from them with his hoof. “How about there?” They didn’t really have any better options, so mutually agreed on that one, but mostly it was their anticipation and unwillingness to wait to see a mare that swayed the decision.

Trotting to it, the building was impossibly out-of-place in the rural village. Every house around them had straw roofs and little decorations on them, this one however was bizarre compared to them with its bright pinks and a roof that looked like it could be eaten. Only when stood at it’s doorstep did they realise it was a bakery, the outside mimicking what was inside. Sugarcube Corner? The name on the sign was slightly strange, but they obviously only cared about a specific kind of ‘sweet treat’ inside, and walked in to find it.

Dingaling! They entered the shop, a charming little bell arriving their entrance.

Looking around the interior, the four zebras swiftly took in their surroundings and got exactly what they’d been expecting from the outside, except for one thing…

It looked like a bakery, albeit one more colourful than any they’d ever known, with tables and stools and a large enticing counter in plain view of the door. Also there was the smell of delicious baked goods in the air, of stuff so delicious they could almost taste it, but of course their attention was elsewhere. Asides from the smells, tastes, the overall feel of the place and the other sights, they could hear the chipper humming of the singular bouncy mare with them in the main room. And they were loving seeing her.

Everything else in the room disappeared, their lustful tunnel vision having activated on their pink pony target.

She was facing away from them, bent over a table and cleaning it with a cloth in her hoof.
As she moved her head to the sound of her hums, her body followed, it being shaken in their direction and their sheaths not standing a chance as their throbbing dicks forced their way out into the open. The mare was… breedable, claimable, and they weren’t willing to stop watching that fat ass of hers move.

The more they stared, the more they understood how one word perfectly encapsulated the mare before them: plump. Every last part of her was, and their hungry eyes couldn’t get enough of it. From her chunky pink cheeks to her thick thighs to her dangling udders and everything that lay in between them all, this mare was the perfect pony for them to sink their cocks into and mate. In this society she’d probably be considered fat, but they knew no equine, zebra or pony, could ever call the plump Pinkie Pie undesirable.

Layers of the attractive fat were all around her hind quarters, moving, bouncing with every slight motion of her body and jiggling as if it were doing so just for them. But between the glorious masses of her bountiful booty and above the tauntingly tempting tits was her most private area, one near-entirely obscured from their view. No matter how hard they tried to from where they were, the zebra four just couldn’t see her pussy or her ponut. They were hidden under the juicy rear of the earth pony and behind her lively tail, but they could see it all in their heads: if they pried open her cheeks, they’d get the full view of her vulnerable snatch. That way, the mare would have her wet and waiting pussy out in the open, drooling down as if it were a lewd river in a valley, meanwhile her asshole would wink at them, the fat ponut waiting to be filled.

Despite lusting over her, the zebras had yet to move from where they’d entered, stuck imagining what they could do to her. Hard, throbbing and impatient, their horsecocks underneath them were fully erect. The four hoped nopony would notice them, especially not in this horny and already riled-up state, but that hoping did nothing as they were soon noticed, noticed by the only other equine in the room who was now looking back at the new arrivals over her big buttocks.

“Oh! Heya! Welcome to Sugarcube Corner!” Turning around and snapping them out of their trances, hiding only most of her rump from view, the mare greeted the potential friends with her usual hyperactive eagerness, it causing her to not yet notice their… interest in her. “I’m Pinkie Pie, the best party planner in all of Ponyville, but I also work at the counter here, so do you guys want anything to eat?”

She was almost concerningly energetic, but that didn’t mean the zebras forgot just what this slave-to-be was packing back there. With her bouncing to the counter, her entire body bouncing with her, Pinkie bent over that too, facing them whilst being so excited at the possibility of new friends that she still didn’t notice the appendages beneath them twitching for her. “We’re not hungry, thanks.”

Something seemed off about them Pinkie noticed, but ponies always acted weird when meeting her for the first time, why would zebras be any different? “That’s okey dokey! Like I said I also plan parties, you guys want a welcome party? Free of charge!” Moving back around the counter, the peppy pink pony trotted towards them, but now that the novelty of the new stallions wore off she got to have a proper look at them, instantly seeing exactly why they were acting the way they were and why they were looking at her that way. Holy moly! Look at those things!

The personality of the mare was a little off-putting to them, the zebras never having met anyone so bombastic and full of energy, but they were sick of waiting and were about to deny her offer yet again, ready to be much more direct with what they wanted to do to her. That was the plan anyway, right up until she baffled them once more. What the fuck?!

“You stallions sure you don’t want a welcome party? You sure look like you know how to ‘party’ with these!” Without a single one of them noticing her move there, Pinkie Pie had gotten on the floor before the front-most zebra, lying on her front holding his hard dick in her hoof and analysing it with a child-like glee. “Woah! These things are huge!” Diving forward, she pressed her muzzle against his tip and inhaled deeply. “And you smell… soooooo good!”

Originally, the plan had been to find mares, breeding them, raping them, and doing whatever it took to transform them into loyal zebra-worshipping broodmares and sex slaves. This one however was… an anomaly. Rather than have any typical cautious reaction to their erections, she was throwing herself into the fray, getting up close and personal with them before they could even make any advances on her. Oh this pony slut’s gonna be perfect! Grinning down at her interested face, the zebra who’s hung horsecock she was inspecting couldn’t help but shove it forward into her face. He wasn’t just seeking some stimulation out of it though, he wanted to see what reaction he could get out of their future mate.

And as it booped her nose, Pinkie didn’t react negatively, not even making any noises as it happened and only recoiling slightly. It was more than bizarre, and the zebras realised as much when they watched her lick up the drops of precum that had been pushed onto and into her nose’s fur. But quickly her attention turned back to them, chatting with them enthusiastically about their dicks as if it were a normal conversation. “I’ve never seen ones so… so big before! These things are… amazing!” And they taste good too… and smell good… I… I might get addicted to these things!

Ugh! Enough foreplay! As much as they were enjoying this, the waiting was getting on their nerves, so the one that was the centre of her attention spoke to her huskily. “You know, we’d be more than happy to get you properly acquainted with these if you’d like.” Actually it didn’t matter much if she’d like to or not, this was going to be fun for them all either way.

And, despite her blatant curiosity, it seemed the offer made her hesitant to accept. With an unsure face, Pinkie got back off the floor walking backwards to the counter and leaning her backside on it. “Well… That does sound really fun…” She was genuinely deliberating it, but work had to come first, so she knew she couldn’t. “But my boss wouldn’t want me to, especially not after the last time me and a stallion had some fun here…”

That brought up a lot of questions, ones that would go ignored as the four slowly cantered over to her, subtly surrounding the mare who was backed up against the counter. “C’mon Pinkie. You know you want to, so what’s a little fun?” His voice turned husky; domineering. “Now be a good mare and turn around for us.”

They were closing in, and it was getting harder and harder for her to deny them, not with how horny they were all feeling.

This wasn’t good if she wanted to keep her job. Pinkie could feel herself moistening between her cheeks, her pussy wettening from the arousal of everything around her. There was the promise of an extremely fun time (their huge lengths ensuring that) but there was also her memory of how they tasted, how they smelled, plus she’d always wanted to be a part of an orgy, it basically a sexy party, so her resistance was dwindling quicker than shed’ve liked it to.

“I… Um…” Not able to tear her eyes from their throbbing horsecocks that she was sure could and would dominate her, Pinkie just rushed out any old excuse. It didn’t need to work on stopping them, she didn’t really want it to at this point. “B-But what… Uhh… What if my boss hears us?”

The random comment made them pause though, something she didn’t expect. “Wait, another pony’s here?”

Barely able to, Pinkie Pie managed to make eye contact with him, nodding. “Um, yeah?”

“Is it a mare?” Another one of them didn’t hesitate before chirping in. They weren’t far from her now, barely a metre away.

The mare felt the aroused atmosphere of horniness focused on her was escaping them, something that she noticed slightly bothered her for some reason. It’s not like she wanted to… Okay, she wouldn’t lie, these studs could do whatever they wanted with her and she wouldn’t complain. “Yeah. Mrs Cake is upstairs.”

Looking at his fellow zebras, the one who asked her about this other mare smiled at them almost apologetically, though there was an unmissable excitement in there. “Sorry guys, I’m gonna have to check that out. You guys enjoy yourselves though!” Leaving the half-circle that surrounded the unstriped one, he sped off to the stairs. The zebra did feel a little upset at having given up being one of the first to break such a fat-assed mare as Pinkie Pie, but if he got some other amazing mare all to himself then that’d be even better!

Watching him leave, it didn’t even take a second for the others to lock their gazes back on their bouncy companion. He was forgotten as they closed the distance between them. They were only inches from making contact with her, the ones at each of her sides taking in the sights as the one nearly kissing her at her front suddenly had the best idea he’d ever had.

In a single motion, he dropped onto the floor before her. Sat on his firm rump with his front hooves propping him up, the zebra’s powerful and prominent pony-fucker was pointed towards the ceiling, throbbing for only her as she watched the display. Meanwhile, his expectant eyes stared her down as his cocky smile never left his face. “Hop on slut! I wanna see that fat ass jiggle as we make a broodmare out of you!”

She’d never been so turned on, and she knew it as the first drop of her wetness dripped down onto the floor.

Whilst that happened, only a floor above, the zebra who'd gone solo was looking at each of the closed doors he was passing. They all were the same: closed, silent, boring, each one had nothing of interest to him so he strolled right past them and ignored them. One door however, one further down the hall, was different. Unlike the others, it was ajar, the room’s lights being on and a faint sound coming from it.

Not needing any more encouragement -already being restless with an expectant member below him still erect- he tiptoed forward, ensuring his hooves made no noise on the wooden planks that made up the floor. Upon reaching the plain brown door, the zebra peered through the small gap into the room.

It was a room intended for foals and fillies. That much was clear to him with the toys strewn around the place and the baby supplies everywhere, but as he scanned the room, the cot at the far side of it made his eyes stop, him having found exactly what (or who) he wanted.

“Now now, dearies, I know you’re still full of energy but mommy’s gonna need the pair of you to rest.” Leaning over the cot, a mare faced away from him similarly to how Pinkie was earlier. With her looking down at two foals, he assumes they’re hers as his dick hanging under him twitches in elation.

Holy shit! A MILF! The three downstairs could keep the slut they had. Up here he found his own mare, a mature mother that he knows would fit perfectly around his cock. And it wasn’t like she was unattractive either. She didn’t have as big an ass or tits as Pinkie did (he doubted anypony other than those royal sluts did though) but size wasn’t everything. The mare did have a big ass, but he found himself loving how it jiggled in each direction as she moved, and it’s curvy roundness only made his lust for her grow stronger. His view showed the mare’s big bouncy butt, her plump and chubby thighs, and her milk-filled teats, so he could barely resist stepping into the room now to ‘get to know her’. She was putting her babies to sleep though, he’d allow her this before he got to knocking her up with some more.

“Phew.” Wiping her brow, Mrs Cake moved off of the cot. It had taken too long to put her little ones to sleep (like usual) but finally she had managed it, so now the mare had the rest of the day off. Maybe I should check on how Pinkie’s doing, she can get a little… distracted at times. She glanced back at the infants one last time before walking to the door, unaware of the non-pony hidden behind it. Walking through whilst still looking back, she shut the door gently, before quickly heading off- “Oof!”

“Oof!” She hadn’t known he was there and he was too busy daydreaming about what he could do to her to notice her moving, so when she left the room quickly they’d collided, the pony bumping into the stallion’s muscular chest and sending them both tumbling to the floor.

“O-Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” Mrs Cake, now accidentally laying on top of the stallion, had her chest pressed up against his with his back to the floor. But that wasn’t all. Squashed between them, her squishy teats were trapped too, and the unintentional stimulation she was receiving from them was making her blush up a storm. “I-I-I didn’t see you there! Here, l-let me just-“

But she froze. Trying to stand up, she’d reversed, and Mrs Cake had to learn very quickly that she wasn’t the only one her heavy breasts had affected. She was wide-eyed, not knowing what to do and feeling his pulsating girth nearly nestled in her big blue cheeks. Snapping back out of her baffled head, the mare whipped her head down to apologise yet again. But he wasn’t equally shocked or embarrassed or anything of the like, instead he looked back at her with a seductive gaze and a lusty glint in his eye.

Still though, Cake hadn’t moved. She planned on, but now she was preoccupied with trying to figure out why he was leering at her like that. Wh-Why is he…? Surely he wouldn’t be b-bold enough to- Only seconds ago she’d been tucking her children in for the night, happy, and now she was on a zebra on the floor, blushing wildly, all while he not-so-subtly humped up, trying to wedge himself between her flank’s pillows. “I’M SORRY!”

Confused about… everything going on, the plump pony untangled herself from him as hurriedly and frantically as she could, rising to her hooves and practically diving off of him.

“I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to do… that to… you…” With him not having moved, still, she looked down at him, her eyes of course noticing the length, the width, and every other tiny detail of that massive zebra cock between his strong legs. Holy hotcakes! Why in Equestria is that thing that big?! …H-He’s so much bigger than… Not letting her mind continue, she difficultly stopped her eyes from following every vein on it, instead looking over to his face. “I-I’m sorry that I… I got you so r-riled up….” Despite looking at his head, she refused to meet his eyes, embarrassed for obvious reasons.

With her blue face having turned red, the zebra got up off the floor, finally, letting his hooves hold him and his dick dangle, it not going down yet. The tension was killing them both for different reasons: he just wanted to pounce on her and relieve himself with the MILF’s help, and she wanted to be anywhere but with the hung, young and admittedly attractive zebra who wasn’t bothering to hide his eyes ogling her body.

Eventually though, after she was too uncomfortable from the awkward silence and being leered at, Mrs Cake stumbled out some excuse to escape. “I-I-I think I n-need a lie down now. If y- If you came up here because nopony’s there to s-s-serve you downstairs then have a quick ch-check in the kitchen, P-Pinkie Pie should b-be in there.” Immediately after finishing, her eyes locked onto a door next to them both, and she threw it open with her hoof. In a blur, the mare shot through it, violently slamming the door behind her to let herself be free of the virile and shameless male’s gaze.

Obviously though, he wasn’t done with her, and all that stood in between them was a door with no lock on it.

Not bothering to get lost in filthy thoughts again, he instead strode on over to the door and effortlessly opened it. Then he slipped in, not needing to quieten himself, and the zebra shut the door behind him as the mare he yearned for snapped her head around. “Wh-Wha…” So many thoughts shot through her head, all revolving around him and his tremendous fifth leg. As he started walking towards her, the mare couldn’t get a word out, but eventually, after plenty of bumbling, one question managed to escape her. “A-Are you even a customer?”

She watched as he chuckled, speaking to her for the first time. “Haha. No, I’m not, but I do want some ‘cake’ if you know what I mean.” He waggled his eyebrows at his lame joke, but she never noticed, too busy looking down at the intimidating beast below him. “Hey, pony slut, this is your bedroom, isn’t it? So do us both a favour and bend over your bed so I can show you what a real cock feels like!”

As he moved closer, trapping his prey, the zebra circled her so she was backing up into her own bed. “Wh-WHAT?! NO! I-I-I have a husband! W-We’re happily married and I’d never cheat on him!”

“Even better!” Her pleas fell on deaf ears. The male approaching her was only thinking with his dick now, so he didn’t care what she had to say, all he cared about was finding a MILF’s snug snatch to cram his dick into. “You’ve already got some kids, but if you bend over like you know you want to then I’ll knock you up with some zebra foals, and I’ll keep cumming in that slutty pony womb ‘til you’re begging for more!” It was less of an offer and more of a promise, but he at least gave her the chance to submit before he made her.

“I-I-I-I- Wh-Wha-“ That was all she could say, and her overwhelmed mind couldn’t get her to make any more sense. But she would’ve stopped anyway as her breath suddenly caught in her throat. With Mrs Cake’s eyes widening, she felt her rump hit her bed, not letting her back up anymore. B-But- Panicked, she spun her head around, realising that there was nowhere left to go unless she wanted to climb onto the bed, and she nearly did, only that split-second of her checking behind her was more than enough time for her admirer to pounce on her excitedly. “AH!”

She cried out as she fell backwards, and when she looked up with her back on the comfy covers, all she could focus on was the dominant equine pinning her down. His hooves were on her forelegs, and all her writhing couldn’t escape being held down on the bed by the masculine beast above her.

Troubled, she used the only thing she could at this point, her mouth. “Wh-Why are you doing thi- MMMMFFF!” Only, upon seeing her lips open, her captor couldn’t help himself. His head swooped down and before she could stop him, he shoved his tongue into her mouth, already invading her wet insides before he could even begin rutting her. Am-Am I really going to be taken like this on my own bed?! She and her husband shared this bed, loved in this bed, their children were conceived in this bed, was she really going to be raped on top of it?

But with the strong stallion overpowering her, making out with her and letting his throbbing dick hang above her whilst she could do nothing to stop him, she knew there was no question about it. He was going to fuck her, and whether she wanted it or not she was going to be bred. Nopony would be stopping the horny and virile animal.

"Mmf!" Unwillingly, a moan escaped her mouth whilst he was still rummaging around in it, however it was only because of the sudden jolt sent up her body from between her legs. Surprisingly, the non-consensual spike of pleasure didn't emerge from Mrs Cake's marehood, but actually her breasts, something long, hot and worryingly thick being rubbed on the gap of her cleavage.

The zebra, grinding his dick up and down the hefty pair of milk-sacks, noisily removed his mouth from hers, looking down in the middle of them and grinning in a way that showed exactly how happy he was with her body. "Ngh! You MILFs are the best! You always have the fuckin' fattest teats!" Pushing his waist down, he managed to cram his dick inside of the tempting gap her tits held in between them.

“Gah! St- Hngh! St-Stop! Please!” With her only bothering to resist verbally now, the unapologetically horny zebra got to having his fun as he thrust forward and back, giving himself a fantastic titjob with her unwilling body. Over and over, he gained pleasure from using her, caring little that his movements pleasured her too, sending sensations through her body that she’d never even dreamt of feeling before. “Hah!” Wh-Why is it feeling like thi- “Angh!” And why is-is my body liking it?! “F-Fuck! Ahn! P-Please, stop.”

It was true, she could tell that (despite her unwillingness) her breedable body was wanting more from the virile prick above her. And it wasn’t like it had no reason to, the member rubbing on her certainly was very gifted, plus, she’d asked her husband to try out some kinky things in the past, with him not only being hesitant to them but also not nearly being as hung as the stallion atop her now. So it made a little sense that her body was inviting to who was now using her. But still, she knew she was a loyal wife, and she didn’t want any stallion but her husband even near her gorgeous genitalia. “Hnngh! Yeah, I’m definitely coming back to use you a couple times after you’re striped, slut!”

Wh-What does that mean? And more importantly, what was that new feeling down at her teats?

With the zebra suddenly feeling the titjob become easier, he looked down at where they were connected, his hottest of fantasies coming true. He humped her bosoms, and as he did, drips of her milk started dribbling out, trickling down her round breasts and lubing up the thrusting back and forth. Fuck yes! To the gluttonous zebra, it was more than arousing to know those fat udders she had still worked too. All around the zebra kingdom it was well-known that a female’s teats were also an erogenous zone for them, but only now did he get the confirmation that, even if this MILF said she wasn’t enjoying herself, her body was.

I-I’m not enjoying this! Meanwhile, Cup Cake was still resisting her bodily urges, and she resented how her body lactated as if to encourage the virile animal on her. She was lying to herself though, a small, slutty part of her was enjoying this, despite being forced into it. But throughout, she held onto the determination not to surrender, even with the pungent, heavy, intoxicating waves of his mighty musk she was receiving.

Caring little about her resistance, the zebra, the same one using her body like he owned her, underestimated just how phenomenal the mare’s boobs would feel when lactating, and he made sure to let her know that. “Nghh! Y’know, it’s not that common for mares’ bodies to be so slutty that they lube up their own titjob!”

“I’m- I’m not- Ngah!” Whether she wanted to accept it or not, Cake was moaning. Not only were her crotchbreasts feeling really good, but with every thrust, his weighty balls were slapping against her unattended snatch, the pony’s winking clit occasionally being teased as well. So with her will faltering, the mare’s arguments against the advantageous stud didn’t sound as rebellious as she’d wanted them to. “I-I’m n-not a slut! A-Aghn!”

“Yeah, well, we’ll see about that.” Almost dejectedly and out of nowhere, the stallion using her body for pleasure stopped. Instead of speeding up more, he just halted his movements and gritted his teeth, as if holding himself back from doing something.

Curiosity got the better of Cup Cake before her brain could tell her to stay silent. “Wh-What are you doing?”

Looking down at her, he just grinned lustfully at her for the billionth time today instead of responding. After a few seconds of intense eye contact though, he budged, and actually got off of her and the bed, standing to the side of them with his massive, bulging cock dangling angrily below him. “C’mon whore, I wanna show off my prize to the others so get off that fat ass of yours and head downstairs, will ya?”

What? She was so confused, at least when he was on top of her should understood what was happening. “B-But, y-you were going to…” From her angle it seemed like he was just about to cum all over her, but then he chose to stop. Why?

“Alright, listen up slut.” Thankfully, he’d tell her just why. “That milky titjob could easily have made me blow my load on that fuckable face of yours, but I’ve got a better idea of where to store all my spunk, and it isn’t on you. Now get up or I’ll fuck you senseless in front of your children instead.”

With the threat hanging in the air, Mrs Cake shot to her hooves. The panic was still setting in that she was about to be roughly mated by such a brute, but she couldn’t let her offspring get involved in this, so with haste she moved to the door with the cocky asshole gladly following right behind her, enjoying the bouncy cheeks as she trotted .

Meanwhile, a bit earlier and a floor below, some much more consensual sex was going down.

“Hop on slut! I wanna see that fat ass jiggle as we make a broodmare out of you!”

Pinkie’s chubby thighs clenched at the kinky words, and though she knew sex on the job was strictly forbidden, she couldn’t resist the advances of the bold, brash, brazen and big-dicked newcomers.

With an anticipating grin, she spun, and with her doing a 180, her hefty ass was rotated to face the zebra lying back on the floor.

Oh my gosh, it’s happening! As the village’s party animal, Pinkie was no stranger to fun casual sex with both male and female ponies, but it’d been a while since she’d gotten a good fucking, and now she’d get to have not one, but three incredibly hung, dominating stallions all to herself. This is gonna be so fun! She hoped they didn’t see just how overly excited she was though!

As Pinkie moved back and lined herself up with the huge pulsating schlong, she felt the size of just the head touching her. Holy heck! It’s massive! If it looked big up close, it felt bigger. It was easily wider than her puffy cunt, so she wasn’t even entirely sure it would fit, but still, the gargantuan size of their cocks just meant that it’d feel all the better when fucking, and Pinkie loved that!

However, she’d still have to ease her way down it. That thing would definitely be stretching her out, so patience would be key to-

“Well come on then, whore!” Impatiently, her onlookers were wanting her to begin already, and fortunately for them, their demands encouraged her.

Eh, why not? Though unsure about the size of the horsecock, Pinkie didn’t care. She was probably wet enough to take it anyway, but even if it was too big then the size would just make it even more fun! Now pushing herself to do it, the chubby pony pushed back, and with a little effort, she managed to slip the stallion’s tip between her folds, it already widening her non-virgin walls. H-Hoh my gosh!

He felt so big in her, and she wanted more.

While he just lied back, watching on happily, Pinkie chose to push down his rod, forcing more and more of her walls to try and accommodate his fat girth. “Ngh! W-Woah! You guys really are g-‘gifted’, huh?” They sure felt it. Every inch in her was phenomenally pleasurable, and throughout the fantastic plunge down, more and more of her was filled as euphoria began crashing through her body.

She could feel every pulsating vein of him on her stretching walls, and felt her insides cry out with joy from the piercing cock driving in deeper and deeper.

There was one other thing though. She expected her new zebra lover to feel amazing, incredible even, but not this good! He was widening her definitely non-virgin cunt to mind-boggling proportions, and though she’d mentally prepared herself for a huge, juicy cock inside herself, she couldn’t have known he would hit every last minuscule part of her. “NNNGGAAAAAAAHH!” Whorishly, a deep moan erupted from Pinkie as her tongue burst out her mouth. She could barely handle him, and he wasn’t even fully in!

Meanwhile three zebras laughed and three cocks pulsed at her lewd, degenerate display.

As she filled herself with him more and more though, Pinkie couldn’t fathom the jolts running through her body. This wasn’t like when she’d fucked a stallion or two or a mare with a strap-on, this was different, the pleasure was overwhelming, it was addicting, it was mind-breaking…

It was the pleasure of a zebra cock, and Pinkie Pie couldn’t get enough of it.

“H-Holy heck! This is SO GOOD!” Forcing more into her, Pinkie could feel every pulsing vein of him pressing against her walls, bulging and pumping blood through his powerful horsecock. She kept going down, getting more, and more, and ramming more of him into her thoroughly stretched cunt, and then finally- “YESSSSSSSSS!” Pinkie Pie had managed to stuff every last inch in her pink pony pussy.

And the large stallion under her was also more than delighted by his meat being so snuggly wrapped in her warm, wet embrace. Fuck!Nothing’s better than one of these slutty horses being wrapped around your cock!

He threw away any doubts he’d had about his queen before. If the future of their kingdom involved getting to enjoy delicacies like this whenever he wanted, then he’d swear his eternal loyalty to her now.

Bulky hips bucked up into the stuffed mare, drawing out another carnal moan from her. Then, the zebra’s hooves moved to her humongous cheeks, squishing down on them, groping them. “Get to work, whore! We’re not gonna be done with you ‘til you’re popping out our striped foals!”

Pinkie didn’t want to be a mother. Not yet, anyway. But those thoughts were the last things on her mind as her body readily agreed and let him left her big rump up. “UUNNGGGGHHHH!” She must’ve sounded so silly, but with his girth scraping against her insides, once again, Pinkie didn’t care in the slightest. S-Sweet Celestia! I want this party to never end! She’d said it a billion times before, but here she meant it more than ever.

Having raised her all the way to his tip, the mare’s newest lover showed no hesitation or mercy as he shoved Pinkie Pie all the way back down. The proud, fat cheeks gave a resounding clap as they struck his hips.

Waves of orgasmic euphoria crashed through the pony as the erect trio watched her mind succumb to their will, unable to resist their superiority.

Of course, she wasn’t given chance to rest though, not as the lucky zebra heaved her body back up and dropped her perfect ass back down onto him, and then lifted her up again, and let himself pry her cunt wide all over again. It took barely any time for the striped stallion to speed up, but by the time he had, Pinkie was following his movements fluidly, crying out like the most shameless whore in Equestria.

“AHN! THIS IS THE BEST PARTY EVER! ZEBRA COCK IS THE BEST!” She needed to invite zebras to the next party she planned, and the one after that, and the one after that. Meanwhile, she and the hung zebra below her worked together to keep her bubbly butt bouncing on him, shaking wildly and clapping madly for the three males ogling it.

The two others weren’t content with just watching those two have all the fun though.

As Pinkie moved onto her knees, working hard to satisfy the stud’s overwhelming meat as it numbed her mind, the pair of zebras looked at each other and had the same thought. Cocks out, they moved to the counter and let their asses press back against it. They stood on two legs, leaning back and presenting themselves.

And the pony slut got the message.

Gleefully, still bouncing, craving more, Pinkie wrapped her hooves around their cocks and began pumping. She jerked their huge, black horsecocks off and even used her mouth to suck on them, greedily slurping up their thick pre-cum. NGH! He feels SO GOOD inside me! And their smell… And their taste!

The hoofjobs wouldn’t nearly bring the virile zebras to their climaxes, but they’d satisfy them… For now.

And so, oblivious to the rocking bed upstairs, the four kept enjoying themselves. Two’s cocks were demanding more, but they would wait for their turn with their newest slut. One was currently living the life of his dreams, having some random slut work his cock masterfully, gripping down on him in a wonderful way. And the other? Pinkie Pie was in bliss.

All rationality was thrown away, the sex was just that good! Truly, nothing could nearly compare to zebra cock, and Pinkie could feel her mind melt for the striped studs as she kept bouncing.

“NGAAHH! CUM IN ME! GIVE ME ALL YOUR CREAMY FROSTING!” She couldn’t think, and could barely control her own body anymore. “FILL ME UP, STUD!”

He was just about to. Bucking up into her, his hooves were on her cheeks, and the euphoric feeling was powerfully building up in him. He grit his teeth, and right as he slammed her down fully, sheathing everything in her, his cock erupted and coated her insides with his eager spunk.

For the first time ever, Pinkie Pie was silent.

Blasts of thick, white goo were pumped into the pony’s womb as she smiled madly, holding onto the two cocks to keep herself from collapsing. Pinkie hadn’t the energy to keep sucking, but was more than happy here, feeling her belly bloat before cum rushed out of her hole and trickled its way down into the floorboards.

The mare was bred, and regretted nothing.

Meanwhile, the zebra beneath her was satiated for now, and was happy to lie back and bathe in the moment.

The others weren’t as patient. One was about to speak up and tell their latest slut she wasn’t done yet, but was interrupted before he could.

Creak.

Three striped heads turned to the stairs, watching two others descend them. The first was a mare looking ashamed, her teats dribbling milk occasionally down onto the floor, and the other was the fourth and final zebra of the group, looking very pleased with his catch. “What’s wrong? Jealous you haven’t got a fat-assed MILF all to yourselves?”

Mrs Cake’s head remained down, staring into the floor, but as she peered up at the scene in front of her, she couldn’t hold in her gasp. “P-Pinkie! What are you doing?!” It was more than likely that the pink pony seduced the stallions, but not guaranteed. D-Did they force themselves upon her? I-I-Is that what’s going to happen to me?!

Before she could think anymore, she was forced over to the counter. Pinkie Pie never responded. She had this dazed, far-off look in her eye as cum trickled out of her.

“Ah!” She was shoved by her ass onto the counter, and before Mrs Cake could do anything to stop it, her admirer had already mounted her, hot-dogging himself between her two bubbly buns. I-I’m going to be raped over my own counter, i-in my own shop, by s-some random stallions I’ve never even met before… Even if her husband arrived back home now, she wasn’t sure that’d save her.

The mare looked back to her side, eyeing Pinkie as her cheeks were used to get a zebra off. As it turned out, the pink pony was being bent over the counter too, but unlike her, she was eagerly awaiting the cock of the stranger grinding himself on her rump. “Finally! ‘Bout time I got a go with her.”

Meanwhile, the other zebra Pinkie Pie was jacking off moved around her to place his demanding cock on her face. “Open wide, slut!”

Gleefully, the mare obeyed. Her smiling mouth became an ‘o’ shape, and she allowed him entrance as he lined up his virile horsecock.

The final zebra of the four, the one who’d just blasted his foals into the slutty Pinkie, took his position too. He was a zebra, it wasn’t like he was finished after just one climax. So, he took the available position in front of Cup Cake’s face, towering over the mare with his hooves on the counter and his cum-covered schlong rubbing his seed into her face-fur. “Why don’t you be a good mare and follow her lead? She seems to be enjoying herself!”

The married pony turned to see Pinkie Pie, in a state of pure joy as a thick, black horsecock was plunged into her mouth, and another was pushed into her pre-used pussy. One zebra forced himself down her gullet, whilst the other used the cum already in her as a lube. Instantly they both started going to town on her, Pinkie moaning ecstatically around the thick meat ramming in and out of her face-hole.

Smiling at the display, the zebras leered down at their own prey, and on her ass, the stallion behind her was more than ready to begin. He lined himself up. “Ready to become a mother again?”

With the knowledge of how trapped she was, with the irritatingly arousing stink of zebra cum on her face, with the slow dripping of her teats’ milk onto the floor and the feeling of his tip pressed against her lower lips, Mrs Cake broke. “P-P-Please… Don’t…” Unfortunately for her, they were intent on breaking her in a whole other way.

Feeling up her fat cheeks with his hooves, the stallion much thicker than her husband let his meat pry open her pussy, and rammed himself deeper and deeper into his unwilling fucksleeve. “Ungh! How’s a MILF like you with a body like this so fuckin’ tight!”

But she wasn’t fuckin’ tight, he was fuckin’ big, and Cup Cake was feeling exactly how big he was as her pussy was stretched to limits it had never reached before. “GAH! H-Holy heck! St- NGH! Stop! ANGH!” Her husband couldn’t dream of doing this to her, because despite the pain of getting used to it, the plump mother was being overwhelmed with pleasure he was forcing onto her as he pushed even deeper in.

And it wasn’t nearly over. At her front, the zebra there had taken his dick off of her filthy face, and was now lining himself up too, prodding his fat tip against her lips. “The harder you make this, the worse it’s going to feel.”

He was getting rougher, and Cake knew how this would end. Trying and failing to ignore her cunt getting filled and what it was doing to her, she relented, and before he could barge his way into her mouth, she opened up and allowed him entrance.

“That’s more like it!” The stench of both his meat and the slimy cum on it had been infecting Cup Cake’s body, filling it with unwanted arousal, but she’d have given anything to go back to that. Now, he was stretching her lips wide open, and as he forced more and more of himself down her tight throat, the mare was made to taste his powerful spunk on her tongue.

“MMPH! MMM!” With the constant strong flavour of his acrid, masculine, cum-covered horsecock, and the feeling of another zebra behind her, stretching her marehood and filling her cunt with every girthy inch of himself, Mrs Cake could feel her body enjoying this, and embracing the new, virile and intoxicating breeding studs. The mare could feel herself getting pleasure out of this. H-How?! How are they so…

The zebra straining her throat as he thrust into it knew why his cock was so addicting, all the zebras did. Zebras are literally made for breeding fat-asses pony-sluts like her! Their entire big-dicked bodies are biological aphrodisiacs, and so as long as the mare isn’t a zebra, her mind WILL succumb to zebracock. “NGH! Don’t worry, fat-ass. Soon you’ll be begging for our foals!”

And though the mother didn’t want to admit it, especially not as a large flared tip pushed against her womb, but she could feel that resistance that she was clinging onto fading. The zebras were just too arousing! And Pinkie seemed to feel the same way if the loud clapping of muscular hips into her chubby cheeks were any indication.

So as Cup Cake was being spit-roasted over her counter, in the exact same position as her ever-enthusiastic employee, the zebras finally got to having their way with her. Even though she wasn’t a virgin, they found her tight, but even with her snug walls hugging them firmly, the stallions felt her grip loosening as they pulled back and shoved their meat back into her.

And from there, it only got faster. What was once long, heady pushes into her soon became thrusts, rapid and carefree as they began fully fucking her, and making those big blue asscheeks clap.

“Rgh! Fuck yes! You pony’s are fucking perfect cocksleeves!” His hips swung instinctively and strongly into his latest mate, and the room was filled with the sounds of asses clapping, mares gagging, and four equines moaning as pleasure flooded through them.

Cake was struggling to cope as she felt her sanity slipping and longing for the pleasure the zebras happily forced on her, but Pinkie…

Pinkie was having the time of her life.

Not that she bragged about it often, but she was extra ‘friendly’ with most of the few stallions there were around Ponyville, and always accepted every chance she got for a one-on-one ‘party’. But having Big Mac or Caramel or some other random stallion fuck her from behind was nothing compared toTHIS!

With every mighty pound into her colossal rear, she could feel her whole body cry out in elation at his massive horsecock crashing into her womb. Her huge ass shook wildly, and again and again, at a frantic pace, her entire body was lurched forward as his balls smacked her fat teats.

And then there was the one in her mouth. They say you learn something new everyday, and today, Pinkie was learning how much she LOVED choking on zebra cock. She tried sucking on the fantastic phallus and getting her newest frisky friend off, but his hungry thrusts made that difficult, as well as the taste. Pinkie Pie couldn’t focus on… well… anything, not when she got to have a taste of the sweaty zebra meat that drove her crazy. It tasted better than the tastiest of cakes ever made, and that was saying something.

“MMM! MPH! MM-MMM!” Fuck planning parties, where all they did was eat cake and dance. This was the kind of party she wanted to plan. The striped kind. Where presumably she got as much zebra cock as she could.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

All four indulgent zebras went at full speed. No mercy was given to the mares as their bodies were used and abused.

Endlessly, with rapid yet consistently brutal pounds, the mares’ throats and cunts were demolished by the zebras, who felt their orgasms rising. They couldn’t wait to pump more mares full of their seed. Meanwhile, overwhelmed with arousal and unable to think about anything but zebracock, Cake and Pie had already cum an uncountable amount of times. How could they not with four studs putting their all into breeding them here and now?

As the zebras prepared to flood the ponies’ foal-factories and claim them as zebra property, Pinkie was long-lost. It didn’t take much to break the pudgy party-planner, and now she would serve as a faithful mother and servant to the ever-growing Zebrican empire.

The mother however, was putting up more of a fight. Still, somehow, a glimmer of resistance dwindled within her, but soon it would vanish, the zebras would make sure of it.

Whether or not she wanted their foals though, she was getting them, and nothing she could do would stop that.

“Fuck! I’m… getting close! Ready to be made a broodmare yet?” The stallion soon to impregnate the married mare was getting close, along with both of Pinkie’s newest ‘friends’. Like jackhammers, they kept mashing in and out of the mare’s cunts. Their rumps were bouncing wildly, sore and red from their nonstop pounding, but after what must have been hours of the four zebras making the ponies theirs, finally, three of them smashed their hips into the mares one last time, and let themselves unload their balls’ contents into them. “Guhhhhhhh!”

The one lucky enough to be the first to fill Pinkie’s womb full didn’t cum with the others. He knew he could’ve, but with the resistant throat-fuck he’d gotten out of the MILF, he’d rather save his next load for another of her holes later. The others didn’t seem to care though.

One zebra used his superior strength to hold Pinkie’s head down on his massive cock, keeping her in place fully impaled on him as he deposited his fat loads directly into her stomach. The other two however, were pressing their hips roughly against the ponies, squishing their squishy asses as they kept themselves buried deep within the mares’ cunts. Pinkie Pie had already been knocked up, but her womb being full didn’t stop her from feeling another zebra fill her up, and it didn’t stop her from having another incredibly intense orgasm wrack her body. “MMMMMMMM!” YES! Fill me up! Zebra cock is the best! Put all your foals in my belly! I want this party to never end!

Beside her, getting her own womb pumped full of zebra seed and striped foals put in her belly, Mrs Cake was also cumming, experiencing the most euphoric feeling she’s ever felt crashing through her body. As she unwantingly sprayed her juices in a powerful climax, the mother felt as so many loads of thick, white and very fertile spunk were forced into her womb, and filled it to the brim before it came gushing out of her and messily landing on her shop floor.

There was no way she wasn’t pregnant after that.

The four zebras stopped. For minutes, all of them held in place, and their balls clenched as they kept unloading their cum into their helpless fuckholes. They grunted, moaned and occasionally thrust again into their mare, but after a while, it came to an end, and they pulled themselves out of the cum-filled earth ponies.

The group of studs were all still on their hind legs, and when their softening cocks were slipped out of the hot confines of their newest sluts, they rested them either on the crack of their asscheeks or on their exhausted faces. They rubbed their pungent cum into their fur whilst their hips slowly pushed back and forth.

“You two enjoy yourselves?” He certainly did. It wasn’t every day he got to stick his foals in some fat-assed pony MILF.

Cum drooled out of the mares as they recovered from their first zebra ‘party’, but despite the power of the orgasms they experienced, one of them had little trouble speaking at all. “Yes! That was supertastic! Let’s go again! Put more zebra foals in me! I wanna be a zebra broodmare!” Pinkie stuck her rear out more, and in an attempt to coax the stallion behind into round 3, she bounced his meat up and down on her bouncy booty.

And they chuckled at her enthusiasm; she truly was a perfect slut! But their attention was soon drawn to the mare staring into space, mumbling to herself deliriously as a stinking zebracock was ground against her face. “Well? What about you then, fat-ass? You ready to be a mother again?”

She didn’t answer them. Mrs Cake was lost in a world of her own, one filled with stripes, dicks and a whole lot of indecision. ”Mmm… But Pound Cake… a-and Pumpkin… Zebras…”

They knew what was happening: it would take a little more than some foreplay and a rough fucking to break this one.

Oh well, they knew how that would end, so instead their attention shifted to the one zebra who’d blown his load in Pinkie Pie first, noticing how he was still rock-hard. “You really wanna wait to take care of that? If you wanna bust a load in this bitch’s mouth we could wait.”

“Nah. Let’s get ‘em striped first. I call dibs on sloppy seconds with the MILF though.” He couldn’t wait to see the faithful mother and wife break.

“Eh, fine.” They’d honour the wish, but now was time to get these two to the tent. They were their property now, and it was time to make sure everypony knew that. “Now how about we go and get you two striped? Make you official free-use, zebra-loving cocksleeves?”

As they dismantled the mares and left them over the counter, broken and pregnant with their brood, surprisingly, Pinkie soon bounced up to join them, struggling to stand on her wobbly legs.

“Woah, careful.” One zebra handily caught her, and pulled her against his muscly chest to keep her upright. “We don’t want the future mother to zebra foals getting hurt now, do we?” Before she could answer, he shoved his muzzle against hers, and jammed their tongues together. And while Pinkie was a little surprised as the suddenness of it, she gleefully returned the gesture, and sloppily made out with him as cum dripped down onto the floor.

“What about her then?” A zebra who wasn’t shoving his tongue down a recently-used throat gestured to the panting body of Cup Cake.

“We’ll just carry her. And if she makes things difficult at the tent then we’ll just have another go with her there.”

“Here’s to hoping she makes it difficult then.”

“Agreed.”

They’d return for the foals upstairs another time, but for now, they had a mother to break. And no matter how many times they had to fill her womb to do it, they knew they would.

All mares would fall to zebra cock, it was inevitable.

Back at the Crystal Castle, a dilemma was being had.

As Spike paced back and forth across a crystal room, he was lost in his head, and couldn’t make his mind up.

Should he go outside?

Twilight told him to stay in the castle, but at the same time, if the zebras really were out there, wreaking havoc, should he really just sit back and let it happen?

Twilight had seemed panicked, so they must be of some danger, but that’d mean that the zebras were out there hurting ponies.

Hurting Rarity.

He couldn’t let that happen. Even if he had to use his fire to protect himself and his friends, he’d do it!

So full of fire and his draconic determination, Spike marched to the door and made his way to the castle’s entrance. He didn’t know what he’d find out there, but he was going to protect his friends!

Surely this would go exactly as planned.

Author's Note

Haha! I bet you all thought I’d forgotten about this fic, huh? Well guess what? I had! Hahahahahaha!

Seriously though, I remember working on this chapter in August of last year, and now here we are!

Also, because I want to write a bunch about mares submitting to the might of zebra cock, there might be some chapters at some point with little or no plot in them. Maybe, I don’t know yet.

And finally, I’ve changed the first chapter/prologue again. You don’t need to go back and read it, but just know that Zecora is a traitor to the zebra kingdom. I replaced her as Domina’s broodmare with Zynthi, an OC I made up off the top of my head, but I did it in the hopes that we’ll be seeing Zecora (a traitorous former zebra spy who defected) again.