Part 2: Zequestria

Up high, sat atop her throne in her castle, Queen Domina sat, looking as powerful and commanding as only she could. Her muscle rippled, her face was both calm and showing a cocky pride behind, and of course, two colossal testes sat between her spread legs in all their glory, underneath the sheath of sheaths.

She was the queen, she was the ruler, and her dominance left no question for that.

Beside her, her two sluts sat. With stripes all over them, blissfully happy smiles on their faces, rings like collars around their necks, and an abundance of other jewelleries adorning them. They were beside the throne, and sitting in pools of unsatisfied need for their master.

They looked like pets, and they were.

Filling the rest of the hall, other zebras were sparsely stood, holding spears and wearing armour too small for them. They served little purpose, but they’d be rewarded for giving their powerful monarch extra protection, so stood loyally.

It was with the room like this, that a zebra opened the door, here to see Domina.

She’d been dealing with all sorts of affairs today like a queen should, dealing with zebras arguing over which got to breed the mare they both wanted and discussing how plans would be commenced from here on, but this wasn’t about that. This zebra brought good news, and as he walked up to the throne, he bowed before speaking.

“Your majesty, we have a group of zebras here. They say they have something that you’ll want to see.”

That enticed her. She had just been about to use one of her slutty toys for the first time today, having had plenty of fun with them both last night, but that could wait. She was curious now. “Send them in.”

He nodded and fetched them. After he left, the grand doors opened up, and in walked four zebra stallions and five pony mares, one of her own carrying a collection of odd devices on his back. The pony-sluts were all leaking both their own and the zebras’ juices down onto her royal carpet, but she didn’t care. That thing was already covered in that sort of stuff by now.

When they reached her, these zebra bowed too, the one carrying equipment carefully having the stuff taken off of him before he bowed.

The frontmost one spoke up, leading the group. “Queen Domina, we have something to show you that we’re sure will interest you.”

“So I’ve heard. Don’t delay. Tell me what you’ve found.” She wanted to get this over with so she could get to using her mares already, though maybe she didn’t have to wait until this was over to do that…

“It is this.” He gestured to the foreign items. “Used properly, these are broadcasting devices that the ponies used. We brought them here from Manehattan, from what was apparently the only station for broadcasting in all of Equestria.”

As he spoke, Domina’s thin patience ran out, and when he’d finished speaking, she turned to her slaves, fancying using the blue one. “Hey, slut.”

Both Luna and Celestia turned to her eagerly, but her eyes were only on Luna, and she answered. “Yes, Master?”

Under the eyes of every equine in the room, she summoned up all her virility and sheath control to force her zebracock out into the open, presenting to all of them the biggest, fattest, most incredible cock in Equestria and beyond. And with it hardened and throbbing, she sat back and turned away from her sluts. “Suck.”

Former Princess Luna was happy to. Joyously, she trotted over to her queen and rest her chest on her thigh. There, she put her lips all the way up to her magnificently girthy tip, and began pushing down, feeding the gigantic rod down into the warm, snug confines of her throat.

And appreciative, Domina hummed in pleasure as the blowjob began. It wasn’t long before her face returned to cocky stoicism though, and looked back down on her disciples. “Now, what exactly do these ‘broadcasting devices’ do?”

Snapping his eyes away from the lewd sight bobbing up and down before him, the stallion immediately snapped back to what he’d been saying. “Oh, well, they’re akin to using a scrying potion in a cauldron. We point this ‘camera’ at something, and once we press record, it can then be played over all the ponies’ ‘screens’, constant images displayed all around this empire.”

If what she was hearing was right, this was perfect. A convenient way to get the message out to every last pony that still resisted their rule.

“And, your majesty?” The zebra at the front asked almost hesitantly, but she couldn’t help but notice that his own zebracock was out in the open, as well as every other member of his team’s. “May we…?” He gestured to the mares with them. They’d obviously gotten aroused at watching her own slut work, and she had no problem with them relieving themselves here too.

“Of course. Do what you must.” On her words, the zebras turned to their mares, and only seconds later, the sluts were worshipping them. Some sucked, some did a variety of other things to please their new masters, but the one at the front settled with getting his balls cleaned as his own mare held his rear in her hooves. With their wants satiated, Queen Domina spoke up again. “And these devices, you know how to use them?”

“Yes, your majesty. We were taught all about how to.”

“Taught? By whom?”

With a grin, he nodded to the mare behind him, the one lost in noisily slurping up every last drop of sweat off of his fat testes. “They were more than happy to share their knowledge after some ‘convincing’.”

Up above them, she thought about it, fortunately not distracted by the head desperately bobbing up and down her length, deep-throating all of it as she’d been forcefully taught to these last couple days. And soon, she came to her decision, a plan formed perfectly in her mind. “Could you put what is being shown on every screen in this land? With them able to hear what I say?”

One of them picked up what they now knew was a ‘laptop’, and with them all turning to him, he answered with an “It shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Good.” She knew just what she wanted to say, and let the cunning grin grow on her face, “Then get the equipment ready. I want every pony in my empire to see this!”

Few other zebras would ever be allowed up onto the pedestal that Domina’s new throne sat atop, but these zebras got to experience that honour, ready to shoot the broadcast that’d be remembered for centuries to come.

From the big screens up in Manehattan to the televisions in windows and ponies’ houses, they all displayed something different. Whether it was some girly cartoons, advertisements for things like mane shampoo, or even whatever sports event was going on at the moment, they were all showing a variety of things.

That would soon change though.

All across Equestria, the channels changed, an ‘emergency broadcast’ apparently happening that caught the attention of every pony near a screen. Most ponies knew about the zebras by now, but after this, hopefully every one of them would understand their new place in zebra society.

It was true that many places in Equestria didn’t have any screens in them at all. Ponyville, Appleloosa and Sire’s Hollow to name a few, along with countless other homes situated far from towns where ponies would be kept from any knowledge of the zebra invasion at all. But soon all of them would learn one way or another, whether that was through gossip, watching zebras claim the ponies around them, or being bred themselves.

Regardless, back to every screen in Equestria, it wasn’t long before they changed again, and cut from the emergency broadcast messages they were on. Most ponies (the ones who didn’t watch Celestia and Luna beg for zebracock not long ago) expected it to display their princesses warning them about the zebra infestation, but it didn’t, instead it cut to a live video of Queen Domina herself, and she was displayed in all her glory all across Equestria. It wasn’t just her though.

Countless ponies gasped on seeing it, and many others fainted, because whilst she was sat back on her newly claimed throne, looking smugly at the camera, on each of her thighs the newly claimed former monarchs were lying, and with both’s front hooves resting on her legs, they gave her colossal cock a tongue-bath. Even if they knew their ponies were watching, they wouldn’t have cared.

The zebra ruler let the sight sink in first. Seeing their former princesses now not only dethroned, but subdued, covered in stripes, and worshipping this mare’s ridiculously huge shaft… It was shocking, to say the least, the once regal Royal Sisters reduced to cumsluts.

Celestia had been looking over them for millennia! But now here she was, with a big, golden nose-ring and a newfound need for cock.

In jaw-dropped bafflement at what they were seeing, Equestria’s ponies were on the edges of their seats as the large, dick-having zebra mare spoke to them, her voice deep and commanding.

“Greetings, mares and stallions of these lands. You do not know me, but you will learn to. I am Queen Domina of the zebras, and as you all live in what is now my kingdom, I am your new queen.” She spoke with power, confidence, and as her two alicorn sluts showed their love of her dong, her dominance was displayed in full effect. ”For a time, you have enjoyed your frivolous, meaningless lives under the rule of these two here… But those days are over. These lands belong to zebras, and now, so do you.”

The message was clear: whether they liked it or not, all ponies were now under zebra rule, and there was nothing they could do about it.

But their new queen wasn’t finished. ”You needn’t worry however, as you will be given purpose in your newfound lives as our slaves. Just as these two here have learnt their place, all pony mares will soon learn the same joy and embrace your roles as our cumdumps and broodmares. As for the stallions, you will stand to one side, and if you’d like, you may even watch as we claim everything that was once yours: your property, your mares, and when they reach the proper age, your fillies too.”

All that stopped ponies from going into a panic were the zebras everywhere, as well as the need to hear what came next were.

This was it? Two days ago they’d been happily going about their lives, and now apparently their princesses were defeated, their kingdom was conquered and their lives were going to be spent as either breeding stock or helpless cucks?

What were they supposed to do now?

”There’s no point in resisting. Your princesses couldn’t stop us, and neither can you. Welcome to your new lives, and welcome to Zequestria.” The footage should’ve ended there, Domina clearly thought it had, but it hadn’t. ”Alright now, whore. Hop on and show your queen your loyalty.”

“Yes, Maste-“ The last the ponies saw of their sun-themed princess was her giant, striped asscheeks, and her mounting the lap of the hung zebra queen, pressing her pathetically wet pussy lips to her tip and preparing to slide down her oversized pole as the footage cut off.

“Yes, Maste-“ The loud voice echoed across the silence of Manehattan, Celestia’s begging marehood being shown to only the hundreds there. Mares stopped, stallions stopped, wagons stopped, and even the zebras stopped to smile up at their virile and triumphant ruler on the big screens. And then, when it ended, and they changed back to whatever trivial nonsense they had been displaying, the ponies were basked in the terror of what they’d just seen, and as they all were frozen in place, the zebras kept moving around, searching for more mares they liked the look of to add to their herds.

In a much smaller place, a living room in fact, silence reigned there too as Night Light stared at the screen. He’d spent the night sleeping down here, this house no longer his but the zebra upstairs ‘generously’ letting him stay here for now.

After the striped homewrecker was finished with the mare who had once been his loving wife, they went to bed together, snuggled up cosily in each other’s warmth as Night had to trudge down here. When they rose though, of course the two had to have one more round with each other, and in an attempt to drown it out, he’d turned on the television.

That went well…

In another place, miles and miles from Manehattan and Canterlot, in a place no zebras had ventured yet, a family sat together in their own living room, this one inside of a castle.

Together, Princess Cadence and Prince Shining Armor had been watching the sports, with Flurry Heart mindlessly playing on her mother’s lap. The atmosphere was cosy, sweet, filled with a tender familial warmth…

And then, when the channels changed, their pleased smiles turned into shocked horror.

Celestia, Cadence’s mentor and mother-figure, was defeated, turned into a husk of what she once was and now a broken toy and broodmare for a zebra queen that appeared out of nowhere. They cared about Luna too obviously, but Celestia’s fate hit them the hardest, and the husband and wife didn’t even know how to react to seeing… that!

So, like the rest of Equestria, they sat with their jaws dropped, trying desperately to comprehend what the fuck just happened as Flurry continued babbling obliviously.

And then, the channel changed back to sports.

The one-of-a-kind broadcast ended, but even though it was over, every pony in the arena still stared up frozen.

This was in the Fillydelphia arena, and before that happened, the Foalympics had just been under way. It wasn’t as popular an event as the Equestria Games, but still brought in plenty of spectators, spectators who just had to experience getting flashed by Celestia big, wet cunt up on the big screens.

The audience, the athletes, even the stallion commentating on the event didn’t know how to respond to it, something he made clear as he held the microphone to his muzzle. ”I… Um…” The screens were back up, the cameras were back on showing the event to Equestria, yet it was stood at a standstill, and it wasn’t until he got a message through his earpiece then did the event finally start moving again. ”It… It appears we’re going to go into an early break. Uhh… S-Stay tuned?“

That caused all the ponies there to start moving again, talking and freaking out over what just happened in so many different ways about so many different things.

“That had to be fake, right?”

“I don’t wanna be a slave!”

“What’s she done to the princesses?”

“What about Princesses Twilight and Cadence? Where are they?!”

“Why was that zebra so…?”

“And she said they wanted our fillies too! I don’t want my little filly growing up to be… that!”

The games would go on, but nopony was focusing much on them anymore, not even the competitors. Everypony was too busy panicking, many even leaving the stadium to go elsewhere, and in the chaos of it all, one of the judges trotted away with a sour mood, leaving for her dressing room and unaware of the two pairs of eyes on her backside as she left.

In the hectic mess of what was supposed to be the Foalympics, unnoticed by the colossal crowd of clamouring ponies, a pair of their recent conquerors had made their way into one of the hallways connected to the main field, and from this vantage point, they’d been watching everything.

Sports events like these weren’t foreign to them, but rather than enjoying how far a mare could toss a discus, they just enjoyed the eye-candy, and had planned on claiming a mare before it happened.

The interruption of Queen Domina had been unexpected, but not an unwelcome surprise to the two zebras yet to be found. After all, now that crowds were dispersing to either leave or make use of the given break, they now had the chance to strike, and were thankful to their queen as they eyed up mares from their cover.

One wore saddlebags on his back, them filled with all the striping equipment he’d need to decorate multiple mares away from a tent. Both wore some traditional rings and earrings on their bodies, but besides the zebra decorations, the other was nude. Both of them didn’t know which mares to decorate too though.

Hmm… They scanned the field and even the audience, searching for a potential slut to have fun with, and many looked like they’d be fun to keep. Some of the athletic mares drew their attention the most, with curvy yet toned bodies and sweat glistening off of their round asses. But they never settled on one they wanted, not until one of the judges went to slip away down a separate hallway, and one of the zebras instantly knew he wanted her. “Hey, I want that browny-orange bitch over there. You wanna join?”

His friend turned and saw her. She’d been pretty hard to miss so far, with a permanent scowl constantly across her muzzle, but she was pretty hot, and as she was leaving, her fat flank bouncing away behind her, both ogled it, just as both lusted after having a turn with those pudgy cheeks.

He’d made up his mind long ago. “As long as I get her other hole.”

“Deal!” It wasn’t a tough choice. Though they’d seen a couple more conventionally attractive mares around the arena, this mare’s ass was easily fat enough for them, add that to how uptight they’d seen her acting and they were determined to make her squeal like a pig for them.

So, slipping down hallways, they made their way to her.

“Ugh! It just has to be one thing after another, doesn’t it?” Sauntering to her room, Ms Harshwhinny wasn’t in the best of moods as she grumbled to herself.

But then again, she was never in a good mood.

“First this whole event, and now…? Tsk!” She didn’t even want to be here in the first place. For context, she was a sports inspector, with her job to analyse and essentially interrogate the athletes that wanted to compete, and she was damn good at it! But no, for some reason the prissy pencil-pushers of this event already had an inspector, and wanted her to join them as a judge. “This whole thing was doomed from the start.”

And then the event was interrupted by someponies taking over the screens, as if just being here wasn’t hard enough! She hadn’t really been paying attention to what exactly was being said in the interruption, too annoyed that the day was being interrupted in the first place, but whatever it was, she was sure everypony was overreacting.

Surely the event didn’t need postponing because of it.

It didn’t matter, because either way, she planned on going back to her dressing room and trying to relax before she was needed again sometime soon.

That’s what she planned anyway, so it was a shame that the two zebras trailing behind her had some very different ideas on what she could do to ‘relax’.

The entire short trip was filled with her grumpy groaning and them keeping their distance ogling her asscheeks. On occasion, the zebras did pass by ponies who saw them, but they just remained thankful that their slut-to-be ignored the panicked fleeing behind her when that happened.

After little time had passed, the room was reached, and Harshwhinny didn’t hesitate to slip the key out of a pocket on her jacket and canter inside.

The room was modest, but nice, a spacious place with some drawers, a desk with a well-lit mirror, and even a couch for her to rest her rump on. That’s what she wanted to do, so on entering, she turned to lock the door behind her, but couldn’t.

The door wouldn’t shut fully. Why? Because a zebra’s hoof was jammed in the doorway.

What now? Not hiding her moodiness like usual, the mare opened the door, glaring eyes spotting the two zebras stood on the other side of it. “Can I help you?”

Her voice held so much malice, so much irritation. They couldn’t wait to break her. With a smile, the zebra wanting to make her his took the lead. “Actually yes, you can.” Before she could ask how, desperately wanting to get this over with, the two barged their way in, pushing her further into the room and kicking the door shut behind them.

Ms Harshwhinny didn’t put up a fight, but she resisted verbally, and as she was shoved back she did what she did best: complain. “No! You can’t-! I swear to Celestia, you’re not allowed to just barge your way in here!” As her future master took her head on, the other went around the back of her, but her eyes weren’t on him ogling her ass, they were trying to drill a hole into the zebra in front of her. “Do I need to call security to come sort you two out?”

Cockily and condescending, he looked down on her, a wide grin on his face. He didn’t say anything however, he let his actions speak for themselves as his eyes roamed her body.

And seeing this, Harshwhinny sighed the most frustrated sigh they’d ever heard, putting her hoof to her head. “If you hadn’t figured it out yet, I’m not currently in the best of moods, and I don’t have the patience to deal with the likes of you two. So leave.” If she’d actually bothered listening to the emergency broadcast earlier, the mare would’ve understood just how dire a situation she was currently in. She hadn’t listened though, so she was clueless, and had no idea just how fucked she was, both literally and metaphorically.

“We’ll leave if you’d like, but there’s a small something we want to do before we go.”

“Oh, and what’s that?” She didn’t want to have to deal with these annoyances now and wanted them out, but she’d play along a little if she had to, letting the one in front of her move close to her ear before he spoke.

“We wanna fuck that fat ass of yours, put some striped foals in you and turn you into a pathetic zebra-loving cumslut, broodmare and slave.”

When he moved away, having made his wants clear, Harshwhinny was left with a look of utter disgust on her face. It took a moment to fully take in what the fuck he’d just said to her, but when she did- “Wha-? I-? What in Celestia’s name did you just say to me?!”

She retreated backwards, not in fear, but from pure shock of what he’d dared say into her ear. Did they take her for a slut? She was the furthest thing from it. Sex was hardly worth her time, and she couldn’t think of anything less professional!

Backing her ass up though, it seemed Harshwhinny had forgotten about the zebra behind her. She didn’t bump her rear into him, but on seeing her big, fuckable ass there for the taking, he couldn’t resist moving his hoof to lift up her tail, ogling the big, brown genitalia she had hidden back there.

“Gah!” Jumping at suddenly feeling so… exposed, the mare leaped away to put them both in sight, furious. “H-How dare you both?! To come into MY dressing room and… and VIOLATE me?!” To not only make her hear the filth that that one had to say, but also to forcefully sneak a peek at her genitalia? These zebras were the worst, and she wanted them gone. “Out. Now. The both of you. I never want to have to hear from either of you two delinquents again after this.”

Standing with her chest puffed and her eyes closed, she waited for the sound of hoofsteps towards the door, hoping these nuisances would take their pervertedness with them.

“Me? With a zebra? Please. What kind of whore do you take me for?” She made a mocking retort, but still heard nothing from the two.

And in front of her, they were looking at each other trying to figure out if she was being serious or not. But she clearly was, so looking back at their fat-assed target, the one who thought she had way more authority here than she did, the zebras finally did what she wanted and started moving… towards her.

Harshwhinny heard them getting closer, sneaking an eye open with a frown on her face. On seeing them, the mare spotted the two approaching her whilst hungrily leering her, like they were predators and she was some juicy piece of meat.

Somehow shocked by this, she backed up some more, less sure this would end how she wanted it to, and as they trapped her, Harshwhinny’s arrogant, professional attitude was starting to crack, her worry rising. “…Whatever you two are thinking I suggest you stop thinking it. They’ll be wanting me back out there soon, you know.”

“They can wait.” The two didn’t stop, not when her leg hit the dressing room’s couch and not when they moved right up to her, their muzzles inches apart. “We’ll just tell them you’re busy judging whose zebracock can fit further up your slutty holes.” Instead of pushing her back onto the sofa, when the zebras got close enough to get their hooves on her, they just looked at each other. It was like they were communicating telepathically, because after a few silent head nudges, they acted.

One zebra circled her, the mare keeping a close eye on him, but instead of pouncing on her, he dropped his ass down onto the room’s couch, spreading to present his junk.

With one behind her, and the other showing off his admittedly impressive sheath, Harshwhinny looked back and forth she looked up at her captors with spite, arrogance, and a tinge of fear.

And she was right to be fearful.

“Guh!” Out of nowhere, a strong zebra hoof met one of her cheeks, and shoved her forward harshly, tripping the esteemed mare up, forcing her to her knees, and making her face get shoved into the crotch of a zebra barely keeping himself contained.

From between his thighs, not allowed to get back up, she kept resisting, her voice full of venom. “You wouldn’t do this, you brutes. Don’t you know who I am?”

They didn’t know, they didn’t care. “You’re my future broodmare, that’s all that matters.”

Glancing at his partner in crime, the zebra gave no warning before his hoof grabbed the back of her head and kept it pressed against his stinking sheath and gigantic testes. She was forced to take in the pungent stench that sent traitorous feelings down to her marehood. And with her wide-eyed and repulsed, he released themselves in front of her, and pushed himself out.

Slowly, lewdly, the half-erect meat slid out floppily, only for it to smack against her face. She tried to get it off of her, like just the feeling of his cock’s hot, leathery skin burned her, but she was made to feel it unsheathing until it had dropped an already impressive length and dangled between his legs. Then, when fully displayed, it began to harden. With the colossal fuckstick out in the open, blood pulsed through it until the rod was as hot, thick, veiny and musky as the one belonging to the other zebra, towering over the onlooking mare. There truly was nothing like zebracock, and they couldn't wait to break that lesson into this bitch.

As it happened, Harshwhinny’s face didn’t change from that disgusted grimace, and when it ended, and the stallion’s oversized member was both unsheathed and throbbing for her, she didn’t know whether to feel hatred for these two horny animals, nauseous at the pungent, arousing stench that she was surrounded by, or awed at the tremendous size of zebra dongs. She chose to feel all three.

“You… You expect me to…?” They wanted her to pleasure them and their oversized members? And… And he wants to make a… a broodmare of me? Jab that monstrous thing inside my marehood and make me the mother to his foals? She couldn’t think of any idea she detested more, but her body was more enthusiastic. This zebra’s filthy stink was already infecting her brain, and her pussy was already starting to leak onto the carpet. When was the last time she’d gotten to spend some quality time with a stallion again?

It didn’t matter! She didn’t want to, and she wasn’t going to act like some desperate, cock-hungry whore!

“Rgh! Get this disgusting things out of my face! If you came all this way just to-” Her complaints were cut short on feeling two hooves grasp her rear. “What are you doing back there?! Off! Now!”

With her fat ass stuck out like this, and not being the stallion lucky enough to pump this bitch full of his foals, the second zebra couldn’t resist not having his own fun anyway, and so, he descended down onto the floor, and set his eyes on the slut’s winking pussy and her big donut as his hooves held her chubby rump in place.

Meanwhile, Harshwhinny was fucked (soon to be not just metaphorically). She couldn’t do anything, and all she could do would just upset them, her not wanting to find out what her punishment would be if she did. And if her having to breathe this zebra’s disgustingly intoxicating musk wasn’t bad enough, another had set his eyes on her hind holes. She couldn’t see him licking his lips, but if anything, the hot breath she felt on her slit was far worse. “Y-You two will face the full fury of the Equestrian legal system! You’re aware of that, aren’t you?! The punishment for rape is the rest of your pathetic lives spent in the deepest pits of the Canterlot Dungeon!”

They weren’t listening, and she was a fool if she thought they were. They’d started ignoring her a while back, but at least now they could give her something that would finally make her shut up.

Forcefully, the zebra spread before her grabbed her head in his hooves. Without care for how roughly he was treating this bitch, he pulled her off of his lap, and though she was confused at first, when his huge, stinking tip was pressed against her lips, she understood just what he wanted her to do. Does this brain-dead beast expect me to suck him off? I’d rather whore myself out to a mule than stoop so low as to pleasure these repugnant savages. Who does he think I am?!

With him pushing her lips against his tip, smearing his sweat and pre on them enough to make the mare want to gag, she couldn’t resist getting a couple more threatening insults in. That was the wrong thing to do.

“When I’m through with you, I’ll make sure this revolting thing of yours is chopped off! I hope you enjoy raping mares without a- MMMPH!” Bored of her empty, predictable threats, the zebra shut her up… by shoving his dick in her open mouth.

Immediately, the wide-eyed mare convulsed, and with her hooves on his thighs, she tried her hardest to push herself up and off the huge zebracock forcing its way down her throat. But it was no use. He had both his hooves on the back of her head, and as he lied back as began to relax, his superior strength didn’t let her escape as he pushed every inch into her.

Harshwhinny couldn’t believe it, she was being raped by some horny zebra; the lowest of the low! No matter how much she kicked and struggled and tried to get him out of her, it was no use, and slowly, torturously, she felt her throat getting widened to ridiculous extremes as she was made to taste the potent sweat all along his veiny shaft. She, the esteemed Harshwhinny, had been reduced to nothing more than a zebra’s cocksleeve. It truly couldn’t get worse than this.

And then it got worse.

With the show up front now over, the zebra around the back of her had his attention return to the juicy rump laid out before him. Lifting her tail trying to hide herself, spreading her cheek and licking his lips, the zebra couldn’t wait to dig in.

Meanwhile, despite the unavoidable problem she had wedged down her throat, Harshwhinny couldn’t miss the hooves on her cheeks, and she writhed as they spread her, but it got her nowhere. “MMPH! MMM!”

Behind her, there for him to enjoy, the desirable yet difficult mare’s was presented before him. He probably could have admired the view first, drinking in the sight of her big, brown, musky ponut or the look of her inviting pussy lips begging him to dig in, but he was too enthusiastic to, and instantly gave in to her marehood’s call.

With no hesitation and plenty of eagerness, the zebra jammed his muzzle between her two big, fat asscheeks. He didn’t revel in the smell, he wanted something more, so instead of huffing her rear, he gave into his lewd wants and dug his tongue deep into her defenceless snatch. “MMMMMM! MMM! MPH!”

The mare immediately felt the intrusion, how could she not? She felt his tongue ram its way between her lips, and unable to do anything about it, she felt him having the time of his life down there as he got to eating her out, sending all sorts of unwanted feelings through her.

It was such a revolting violation, the kind that could only be done by such beastly creatures as zebras, but her situation was no better up front.

Harshwhinny’s throat was widened to the extreme with an entire gigantic zebracock shoved down it, and ignoring the hungry deviant behind her, the things she’d had to feel getting shoved down his pole was worse than anything she’d ever had the displeasure of experiencing. Here she was now though, with him hilted in her, her nose pressed to his hip as he filled her up with zebra meat.

“Uagh! It’s about time we put that bitchy mouth of yours to good use, pony-slut!” She wanted to gag, but thanks to him, she couldn’t even try.

All Harshwhinny could think of was hatred and disgust, and all she saw was red… or, it would’ve been if she could see anything other than black and white stripes right now.

She stopped struggling though, which may have been why the zebra using her front moved his hooves from the back of her head to the sides, and slid her up him. “Mmm! You’re much easier to enjoy like this, y’know.”

As she glared at his grinning face with a fury in her eyes, the zebra between two chunky cheeks couldn’t help but agree with him. Thanks to the constant stimulation he was giving her, combined with the overwhelming power of zebra musk messing with her brain, her body was quickly learning to be much more welcoming to his oral advances, even if she wasn’t. In other words, they were making her body hornier, and her cunt was all the wetter for it.

Harshwhinny still wanted their heads, though.

When the oversized cock was pulled enough out of her that only her mouth was filled to the extreme, the mare assumed these perverted savages wouldn’t be done with her just yet, and she was right. Brutishly, cruelly, the zebra shoved her throat back down on him and made her stretch around his zebra junk again. When she reached the bottom, he only lifted her back up again, and pushed her back down, beginning to bob her head up and down on his cock.

Harahwhinny couldn’t think of a worse situation, literally. Nothing could possibly be worse than having her ends used for the sick pleasure of beasts, all the while her traitorous body tried to enjoy it.

Then it got worse, again.

On another push back down, having girthy inches of zebra fed down her, the mare’s tongue scraped against his shaft. She had to taste the potent flavour of his sweaty shaft.

It made her snap.

In a fit of rage and refusal to be… here, Harshwhinny started bucking around, thrashing against them. It removed one zebra’s lips from her pussy, but besides that, it did nothing, and the cock shoved down her kept her in place and trapped.

How did the zebras react? They laughed. They laughed at her expense, and never had Harshwhinny felt so humiliated before. Then, they went back to what they were doing.

With the fire still burning within her, she wanted to resist more, but something else caught her attention much quicker: the zebra behind her. His mouth was no longer digging into her infuriatingly wet cavern, and though that should’ve been a good thing, the hot breath on the hole above told her he’d set his sights elsewhere. That vile scumbag better not be thinking he-

He did. Lost in having slurping every taste she had to offer, the zebra that had her arousal all over his muzzle quickly pressed his lips against her fat ponut, and he wasted no time in shoving his tongue up there too, digging into her backside.

URGH! WHAT IN CELESTIA’S GREAT NAME DOES HE THINK HE IS FUCKING DOING?! She’d never felt anything like getting her ass eaten, especially not as eagerly as this, and worst of all, her body was enjoying it, with pleasure shooting through her from the foreign feeling. These disgusting ingrates have no dignity! No morals! They deserve to be executed for all this!

What must have been the worst part was how easily she could enjoy this. The taste of zebra, the musk of zebra, the feel of huge zebra dong wrecking her throat and her shithole, it made her so wet she was leaking onto the floor, and Harshwhinny hated it.

And it wouldn’t end soon.

Kept between them, the two kept going at her body like she was their toy for pleasure. Harshwhinny didn’t think she’d ever be reduced to the fucktoy of such beasts, but here she was, being used for pleasure from both ends.

It went on and on for forever, or at least, it felt like it did to her. In reality, it couldn’t have been long as there was soon a polite knock on the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

An equally polite voice spoke up from the other side of it, though it held a little nervousness after everything that’d happened so far. “Miss Harshwhinny, just a heads up, you’re wanted with the judges in five.”

The zebras both turned to the door, silent. Harshwhinny tried screaming out to the mare, crying for help, even if it meant she had to be seen in this position, but it didn’t matter.

Knock, knock, knock. “Mrs Harshwhinny? Are you in there?” Again, the mare behind the door heard no response.

It was no use, trying to call out from around this overly big zebracock was pointless, so frustratingly, the judge had to listen as the mare waited a second longer before walking away.

And then, the zebras went back to using her. A familiar tongue dug its way back up her asshole, whilst her head was made to bob up and down again on the hung cock of the other.

“Looks like we’re not the only ones who want you. D‘ya think the ponies out there want you for the same reasons we do?” Again, Harshwhinny was unable to do shit as she was kept in the weirdest spitroast ever, and the only thing she could do to entertain herself was either listen to the mocking words or start to enjoy herself between them.

She refused to do either.

Her body was enjoying the two though, her body was enjoying them plenty. The musk she was surrounded with was like an infection, getting into her brain so it could rile her up more and more, plus, the meat she was choking on and the tongue stuck up her rear, they were only turning her treacherous body on more too, so she shouldn’t have been surprised by what she felt rising up inside her.

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! I REFUSE TO LET THESE TWO MAKE ME CUM! With all the vindictive will she had, Harshwhinny clenched her thighs together and clenched her body in an attempt to hold back that sensation, but it was a futile effort, just like everything else she did.

Nonetheless, she felt an orgasm rising up between her hind legs, and despite her best efforts, the mare couldn’t hold it back before it.

“MMMMMM!” Out of her wet snatch, a furious jet of arousal sprayed out of her and onto the chest of the zebra back there. She couldn’t hold it in, and so, not only did she have to experience them forcing a huge climax onto her, but now, even worse than that, they knew she’d cum too.

“Pfft! Holy shit, she actually came on me!”

“Of course she did! I bet this whore’s been into this the whole time!”

Now with wet fur and a wet muzzle, their shared hilarity at their pony-slut over, the zebra back behind Harshwhinny chose not to press his muzzle back onto her tailhole, instead having his attention captured by the furiously eager erection he had unsheathed between his legs. “Alright, I think I’m done back here. This bitch tastes good!”

SMACK! To her great displeasure, his hoof swung down to spank one of her chubby asscheeks, and he watched as her plump plot jiggled before a red hoofprint started to grow on it, visible through her fur.

“I think I’m done too.” The blowjob-receiving zebra replied, the pony’s head still being held atop his lap. “Any longer and I might accidentally fill up the wrong end of her.”

The foreplay was over and they wanted to move onto the more fun part now, so slowly, Harshwhinny’s head was slid all the way up the long, girthy, veiny, sweaty monster that zebras called a dick and was finally released from the clutches of his cock.

When his wide head sloppily popped out of her mouth, the usually high-and-mighty mare did the only thing she could at the moment: she collapsed. Falling to the floor coughing, Harshwhinny couldn’t get the dirty taste of zebra pre off her tongue, and felt nothing down there but violation and loathing.

It wasn’t long before she recovered herself though, and before soon, got up onto her knees to give the zebra spread before her the death-glare of all death-glares, having to look past his towering member to do so. “You filthy degenerate bastards! Raping scum like you deserves to-”

Her rant was soon interrupted by the seated zebra, him waving his hoof dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. We’ve already done this part, slut.” His eyes shifted to his friend. “Mind lending a hoof?”

She went to turn around, but was interrupted again, this time by a zebra slipping his hooves under her buttocks and hefting her up. “Gagh!” With his strength, Harshwhinny was practically thrown onto the other zebra, and as she instinctively placed her hooves on his chest to push him away, his hooves found her hips. His legs weren’t spread anymore, they were brought closer together so that she was straddling him, and with her on his lap, his throbbing zebracock between them, again, Harshwhinny couldn’t escape as he held her in place.

She kept struggling, but all the while, he leant back, her having no chance to escape in the slightest when zebra number two approached her from behind and slammed her body forward. “OOF! You’ll… You’ll pay for this!”

The zebra under her looked incredulous. “Holy fuck is this bitch stubborn!”

The other zebra mounted her, sandwiching her bubbly body between her two striped lovers. “I know! Can’t wait to see this bitch break!” He hotdogged his dick on her asscheeks, all the while, she wasn’t allowed to move, being held down by him as the zebra under her kept her front hooves from struggling.

Once again, Harshwhinny was trapped in between them, and this time, the mare assumed there’d be a little more forced up her holes than a rampant tongue. She didn’t deny it, it wasn’t like this scum was above such a thing.

With an indignant scowl on her face the entire time, forcefully, she was heaved up. The zebra getting himself an assjob slipped his front legs right under her thighs, and with a clear eagerness to ruin her, he hefted her up until his zebra friend could line himself up. The bitch didn’t make it easy for them, annoyingly jostling around, but with a few well-placed spanks she was made to comply.

Besides Harshwhinny’s yelps from getting her flank brutalised though, the trio wordlessly grunted as they positioned her; the mare had run out of threats and knew they’d just ignore them in the end, but that didn’t stop her from constantly insulting them. Their dick size, their pathetic, perverted needs, their stripes, even their mothers, Harshwhinny tried everything, and just wouldn’t shut up trying to get to them.

Soon though, she was finally moved into place, and practically jumped on feeling the huge tip of a zebracock push against her wet marehood. That shut her up.

It felt huge, and she knew from oral experience that it was. She couldn’t imagine such an awful thing inside her. They’re going to… They’re going to rape me with that thing…

“Ha! Look at her face! The slutty bitch only just realised what she’s gotten into!” They preyed on her stunned demeanour, and of course Harshwhinny retaliated.

But the zebra under her didn’t let her for long. “At least I didn’t need to force myself on a defenceless mare to lose my virg- AAAUUGHH!” Hooves on her hips, the stallion she was straddling couldn’t wait to shut her up, and so did, forcing her down onto him until his big, flared tip wedged its way into her. “Agh! Ngh! S-Stop! I’ll… I’ll have your head for this!”

Once again, Harshwhinny was overwhelmed, and unwanted feelings wracked her bouncy body. Two things made this as loathsome an experience as it was for her: first was the fact this it was zebras making her do this. These perverted, savage lowlifes were bringing her (her of all mares) down to their level, and now she was being made to mate with them. Could anything be worse than this? And secondly, what added to all of that for her was the fact that this striped scumbag was fucking hung! It was like his gigantic zebracock was making her whole body wrap around it, and as it stretched her pink inner walls, it did things to her that no stallion she’d been with had ever dreamed of doing.

“Urgh! Sh-Shit! Ahn! Ungh!” Harshwhinny hated it like she’d never hated anything before, but there was still so much more of him to go.

“Ngh! Fuck! This bitch is so tight!” Neither of the two were moaning in pain, with pleasure powering through them both, but that didn’t mean Harshwhinny was letting herself enjoy getting her cavern stretched wide around him. It didn’t mean the zebra was stopping either, and as he groaned with her, he kept sliding her down him and forcing more and more into her.

“Ugh! Rgh! Ah!” Harshwhinny could hardly think straight. It was filling up every bit of her hole it could, and she couldn’t stop the uncontrollable moaning being forced out of her, but still she held onto her hatred and distaste for zebras through it all, she had to, they’d taken everything else from her. Ngh! Why do they have to be so…? Why does he feel so…?

Her face was doing a terrible job at hiding the pleasure she felt, on the verge of looking downright slutty, and it wasn’t long before her lover noticed, grinning madly. “Mmf! What’s wrong, whore? Zebra dick too good to handle?”

She struggled to say anything past the constant noises blurting out of her, but Harshwhinny managed, not wanting to say much anyway. “Ungh… F-Fuck you.”

He just grinned more, before pushing her that final bit down, all the way until her fat cheeks squished against his thighs and he was buried deep inside of her.

“UUUAAAANGH!” Meanwhile, Harshwhinny was struggling to maintain what little composure she had left. It was just… too good. His zebracock wasn’t just filling her, it was forcing her body to make room for it, stretching her to ridiculous limits and crushing her poor womb as she sat on his lap. Every time its veins throbbed inside of her, she could feel it, each pulse sending waves through her that would drive her crazy if it was a pony stallion doing it.

But it wasn’t. It was a filthy, vulgar, hung zebra who couldn’t take a hint.

She’d never felt such overwhelming, mind-numbing pleasure before, but she didn’t want it, and still fought to resist this big-dicked stud.

There was just one thing she’d forgotten though: there was another zebra, one without his entire massive member being squeezed by her insides.

“Mmm! Fuck, this slut feels so fucking good!” With a mare on him, the zebra currently ruining her insides had his front legs wrapped around her, hooves planted on her asscheeks as he moaned out. Her pussy felt incredible squeezing down on his meat, but then again, every pony-slut he’d had the pleasure of claiming so far did. It was like they were made to be zebra fuck-slaves.

Speaking of fucking though, his friend behind her wasn’t getting to, and it was his time to have some fun too.

Leaning back further and pulling the bitch down with him, the stallion’s hooves dug into her rear, and despite her shifting, he spread them as wide as he could.

“S-Stop! Ngh!” It was hard for a mare to argue with a humongous cock wedged all the way inside of her.

Back to the zebra around the back of her, he’d been trying to line himself up, but now, thanks to his fellow fuck-machines assistance, there was no struggle at all in pressing his flared tip at her backdoor. He couldn’t wait to stick it in, and fortunately, didn’t have to!

“Disgusting- AAAAHHHN!” Just like her pussy had been made to, only with far less lubrication, Harshwhinny’s puffy ponut got stretched open and wrapped around the glorious girth being shoved into her. Only the tip was in, but still…

She’d never had anything up there before, no toy, no dildo, and certainly never a dick, so now, with a zebra up there, she could discern that…

It felt so fucking good.

Don’t get her wrong, the adjustment was even worse than getting lowered down onto the other zebra’s cock, but she could feel her rear clenching down on him, and as his head scraped against her walls, it made her eyes roll into the back of her head.

It felt like she was losing her mind! Why the fuck did these two striped monsters feel so amazing?!

She’d never dreamed of being with such lowly creatures as these zebras - she was above creatures like them, and they were hardly the most professional creatures around - but then why was she feeling herself want more of them by the second? Her body had been welcoming to them ever since she’d have to breathe zebra musk, but what about her mind? She could feel it being swayed to their side.

Wh-Why does this scum have to feel so- Ungh! …s-so good?! WHY?! She couldn’t believe she was even thinking about wanting more from her rapists, yet here she was.

But still, she wouldn’t give in to them!

With all the will she had, will that felt like it was depleting rapidly, Harshwhinny held onto her hatred. She wouldn’t give up, even if it was most certainly a pointless effort.

Her thoughts were soon interrupted again, all of the three were. The zebra halfway in her asshole even stopped, looking up, and the zebra still getting his cock warmed and squeezed inside her cunt turned too to the wall behind him.

Noises were coming through it, loud noises, like cheering. Then, a muffled announcer’s voice could be heard too.

They were starting the competition again without her.

“Looks like they didn’t need you after all, huh slut?” The front zebra laughed at her expense for the millionth time, and he was starting to wonder if the mind-fucked mare even heard him, until her broken, condescending voice spoke up again.

“G-Go rot in Tartarus, you bastard.”

“Only if you’re there, riding my cock.” This slutty bitch was the best. She was snug, looked adorable when she was angry, had a fat-ass and fat teats, and was putting up a fight like no pony he’d seen before. She’d inevitably lose, obviously, he could see her breaking right now, but he still couldn’t wait to finally make her snap so she was begging for the foals that he was happy to give her.

“Uangh!” And he might get to knock her up sooner rather than later. Behind Harshwhinny, the zebra needing to get himself up her tight ass had finally done it, and now had her ponut wrapped around the base of his cock.

Harshwhinny couldn’t fathom how full she felt with two zebracocks wedged inside her holes, and didn’t say anything, knowing it would only come out as moans. She thought about insulting them though, so that had to be worth something!

The zebras shared a look that Harshwhinny missed, but even if she’d noticed it, it wouldn’t have mattered. She couldn’t stop them now.

In synchrony, the zebras pulled their hips back, and slid their cocks out of the mare. She refused to moan, but couldn’t stop the noises that escaped her. One of them would be bad enough, but two?!

They didn’t get far out of her, not before they began sliding their fat fucksticks back into her holes. The one up her ass was slower at it with the only lube available being his own pre-cum, but both still felt incredible inside of her, and both were turning Harshwhinny’s brain to mush with each push and pull.

Now out of sync, they went back and forth, fucking her holes. It started off slow, but slowly, slowly they started to pick up the pace, and the mare was losing it. The moans escaped her freely now; she wasn’t able to stop them, and like some pathetic common whore, her tongue was even stuck out, having lulled out one of the many times her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

She looked like she was loving it. She was.

Starting to get faster, thrusting in a rhythm up and down into her pathetically wet cunt as the other zebra did the same to her desperate asshole, one of them noticed her face, and couldn’t resist yet another opportunity to make fun of her. “Ngh! You give up yet, slut? Ready to accept your new life as my broodmare?”

NGH! Fuck you! I’d never be your broodmare, you putrid animal! That’s what Harshwhinny thought. She didn’t say anything, too busy moaning and trying to ignore how amazing zebracock felt, but he probably got the message.

Meanwhile, all the zebras saw was a breaking bitch. It was impressive how long she’d been resisting them, but all species fell before them in the end, and this pony mare was the same as all the others. She was so much fun to watch though, and she felt even better than that!

The minutes passed, the moaning never stopped, and the zebras kept fucking Harshwhinny. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but knew she’d came on these zebras’ oversized pony-breakers multiple times already, spraying her juices onto them. If these- “Angh!” these a-animals think- “Ngah! Fuck!” think that they can make me e-enjoy this, they’re- “AHN! Ngh! Ah!” th-they’re wrong!

She loved it. Though her mind tried holding onto that hatred-fuelled resistance, the mare had been broken long ago. She was already addicted to their massive dongs ruining her holes, and though she’d been trying to resist the pleasure that turned her brain to mush, the possibility of serving them and getting this every day was starting to sound better and better.

And with the idea of being their slave sounding better with every thrust, her disgust towards zebras was disappearing too.

She was starting to understand how much more they could give her than all her own pathetic pony stallions could.

Good.

She didn’t realise that though, and held onto the dying remnants of her own prideful beliefs as she unknowingly begged for more.

With her front legs wrapped around the back of the front zebra’s neck, the only way the mare’s face could look sluttier was if a cock was rammed down her throat. Tongue out, eyes hazy, and whorish moans bursting from under her fucked-silly expression. She was on her way to becoming one of the many loyal zebra broodmares.

The zebra she was mounted on the lap of couldn’t get enough of her face, the same one that had been glaring so hard now desperate for her captors. There was something that he wanted to do that he almost hesitated to, but no, she was his now, and if she was going to become one of the multiple mothers to his foals anyway, then why couldn’t he do this?

Possessively, his hoof moved from atop her chubby brown bootycheek, and after looping around the back of her head, he forced it down onto his. As she was fucked in both holes from behind, the zebra smashed their lips together, rammed his tongue into her, and then forcefully made out with their pony bitch.

And she returned the gesture.

With a broken, delirious lack of enthusiasm, Harshwhinny’s tongue fought back against his with all the energy of a drunkard, their tongues dancing and swirling as they exchanged saliva.

She wasn’t giving in! No, not at all! The mare didn’t stop him though, and let herself get made out with even when his hoof gave her the chance to pull away.

So that left her here. The last thing she would’ve wanted to happen to her this morning was to be ganged on and raped by a pair of filthy, perverted zebras, yet here she was. The only thing a sane Harshwhinny would find even worse would be the zebras cumming in her.

And that was just what they were getting ready to do.

Speeding up until both were like jackhammers powering into her relentlessly, the zebras fucked Harshwhinny and gave her holes no mercy as they drove themselves towards their orgasms. And all the while, Harshwhinny was in the middle of it all, crying out into one zebra’s mouth as they enslaved her.

“Rgh! She feels too good! I’m gonna cum in your ass soon! You better take it all, slut!” She barely heard him over their grunting, clapping of her cheeks, and her own moaning, but as her tongue played with that of the other zebra, her mind kept pretending it was too good for them.

Ngh! D-Don’t you dare, you scum! She wanted it. She wanted to be filled with all their zebra cum. If she wasn’t so deluded, maybe she’d have been begging for it like a proper broodmare.

“NGH! FUCK!” Ruthlessly, two sets of hips whapped and whapped at Harshwhinny’s fat ass. It would surely be a sore red after this, but none of them cared. The zebras were cumming, that was what mattered. “I’M… GONNA… NGHHHHHHH!”

Hooves on her hips, they put their all into shoving her down onto both of their giant cocks stuffing her full, and when they were rammed in as far as they could possibly fit them, buried deep up her asshole and wreaking havoc on her defenceless womb, they stuffed her full even more.

With Harshwhinny’s ponut and pussy lips being squished between the mare and her brutish lovers, the two zebra studs came, and made their bitch take every drop, every single thick, fat, fertile drop of zebra spunk they could give her.

Ropes of it shot out their tips. One zebra had no womb to put his foals into, so instead he happily painted her guts white instead. She’d be shitting his cum for weeks. Alongside him, at the same time as he pumped zebra seed up her ponut, the other zebra did have a womb to impregnate, so he did. An unending torrent of seed shot out of him too, and like hawks descending on their prey, his sperm descended on her egg as he flooded her womb, and then flooded her womb some more, and then kept pumping until she and his lap were both flooded with cum.

They pumped so much of their cum into her that it bloated her belly like a balloon and had to come rushing out of her holes. And Harshwhinny had to take all of it. “MMMMMMMM!” It was pure bliss.

She felt every shot, and her brain didn’t stand a chance against the pleasure, especially not as it kept coming, and coming, and coming.

For minutes she was held and filled, moaning into a zebra’s mouth on and off throughout it all, until at last, the flood of cum stopped. It was over.

After resting a little afterwards, giving her a chance to breathe now that she wasn’t being forced to make-out with a zebra, the pair wordlessly got her up and off of them. Both grabbed her body with their front hooves, and slowly, they slid her off of their rigid zebracocks.

Harshwhinny numbly moaned as their members passed through her holes once again, but wasn’t ready for what happened when she reached the top. “Nguuuuhhhh!” After unplugging their tips from her, the overwhelming amount of excess baby-batter came pouring out of both her snatch and her asshole. She couldn’t stop it, and being held up by them, she painted their laps white as the flood flooded out of her.

Then, they discarded her. Not literally, she had a life of slavery ahead of her, but they tossed her aside, and dropped her down on her back onto an empty part of the couch next to them.

“Guh!” The mare was defiled, ruined, oozing cum, and a husk of her former smug, superior self. Lying back, with her thick legs spread and exposing her gaping, leaking holes to the room, she couldn’t move, and didn’t bother trying to, feeling cum gush down onto the floor below.

The zebras left her like that. Standing up on their four legs, the two erect stallions didn’t try to help her, and instead got to chatting casually, as if they didn’t have cum dripping off of their throbbing cocks underneath them. “This bitch was fun. What do you wanna do with her now?”

The zebra that now owned her looked over to her vulnerable body, and on feeling his dick pulse, decided he wasn’t done with her yet. “I know what we could do next, but I’m still feeling a little horny.” Trotting over to Harshwhinny, he spoke over his shoulder. “You’re welcome to join if you want.”

Getting to the mare, the zebra mounted her downed body. Hopping up, his giant cock landed on top of her large, brown teats with a slap, and grinning, he thrust back and forth, with noises escaping the mare as she deliriously looked back up at him.

“Whaddya say, bitch? Do you wanna get fucked like the zebra broodmare you are again?”

For a moment, it seemed like she’d given in to him. But no! The esteemed Ms Harshwhinny was above that! Like she’d ever degrade herself enough to beg for her rapists’ cocks. She’d rather- “P-Please! Mate me again! I’m just a filthy zebra bitch now!”

Like a desperate whore, she begged them to fuck her silly again. Of course she did, Harshwhinny loved zebras!

Grinding his cock on her crotchboobs, the zebra watched as his friend came over to join him, hopping up onto the couch, mounting her chest and already starting to shove himself down her throat as he grabbed her eager head. They had other things they could be doing right now, but they couldn’t resist just one more go with her. Then they’d go.

“Do we still have no eyes on where Harshwhinny is?” Back out in the stadium, in front of thousands, one of the judges whispered to his coworkers.

“I don’t think so.” One whispered back.

After waiting for Harshwhinny to return and never getting her back, they’d all decided to continue without her, hoping nopony would jump to conclusions about her mysterious absence.

So now they were back with watching the sports unfold, praying for her to return soon. “Well after that whole… zebra thing up on the big screens, the last thing we want right now is for the public to start making theories about why one of the judges has gone mi-“

“Hey, there she is!”

Sure enough, there she was, strolling down one of the stadium’s shadowy tunnels into the main field, but something was… off about her, and who were the two equines following closely behind her?

They wouldn’t realise until it was too late.

Like a prize to show off, Ms Harshwhinny was escorted by her two favourite studs to the main field, and without slowing, with salacious grins, puffed-up chests and spunk dripping off of all three of them, the trio walked into the light and into view of every pony there.

Quickly, unsurprisingly, all chatter in the stadium died instantly down as all heads, all cameras, and all attention turned to focus on the new arrivals, looking at the state of each of them.

The two strong, muscular zebras were enough to stir a little panic in the ponies seeing them, especially after what had been played on the screens of the stadium only hours before, but what was more startling were the two limp, huge, cum-covered cocks dangling under them, swaying with each step they took.

No ponies were looking at the zebras though. All eyes were elsewhere, staring at a certain somepony stumbling in front of them.

It was Harshwhinny, or what was left of her, being paraded like she belonged to them.

And she did, they could tell just from looking at her.

The pony walked awkwardly, but what could you expect from a mare with both her holes gaping wide? Out of them, in front of all the onlooking crowd, she spilled their thick, fertile zebra down onto the grass. She was covered in the stuff, from it leaking out her hindquarters to it dribbling from her mouth that wasn’t in its usual frown.

These virile zebras hadn’t just fucked her, they mated her, they’d bred her, they’d ruined her, and it was immediately obvious that Harshwhinny had loved it.

All over her, like a full-body fur-tattoo, big black stripes covered her from her jiggly rump to her delirious face to her belly bloated with cum, masterfully missing the splooges of semen spread around her.

That wasn’t all they’d added to her though, because along with the stripes and the other sperm-filled decoration adorning her body, jewellery of gold was all over her wrecked body. Bracelets were on her legs, earrings were on her ears, a nose-ring was now attached to her snobby nose, and a dock-holder was attached to her dock to keep her tail raised high and her body accessible at all times.

Their favourite addition however was the two big nipple rings they’d given her, the giant gold ornaments making her teats hang down and sway heavily with each achy step she took.

That was how the prestigious, renowned Ms Harshwhinny was presented to the public, as a filthy, degenerate, cum-covered future mother to zebra foals, an omen for what all the mares there would become.

There wasn’t panic in the stadium though. Not at all. Instead, a haunting silence filled the place, as every pony and camera’s attention were all diverted to focusing on the trio who didn’t care how they looked.

And eventually, the three lovers stopped, the zebras stopping first and their slut obediently following their lead.

All eyes were on them, and all ponies were on the edge of their seats to see what the fuck was going to happen next. Then, one of the zebra stallions looked at Harshwhinny and grinned. “Present yourself, pony-slut.”

The striped mare looked overjoyed at the command, and enthusiastically, practically bursting with need, she spread her legs and stuck her rear out, trying to raise her tail more for him.

“Good bitch.” He raised his hoof up high.

SLAP! “AAGHN!” And the mare’s moan of glee could be heard throughout the whole stadium, echoing off the expansive walls.

The crowd, as well as everypony watching this live, saw as he brutishly mounted her, and he spoke his words loud and clear to make sure all could hear them, even if they didn’t have a microphone. “Tell us what you are, slave.”

He ground his zebracock on her fat asscheeks, and she answered happily, the Harshwhinny from hours ago nowhere to be seen. “I-I’m a zebra slave! A slut who-”

“Louder!” SLAP!

“NGUAH!”

“Tell them what you are or you don’t get bent over and used like the cumdump you are!”

He prodded his incredible dick at her thoroughly-used and gaping entrance, and the words burst out of the broken Harshwhinny. “I’M A ZEBRA SLAVE! I’M A FILTHY WHORE AND SLUT WHO LIVES TO MAKE ZEBRA FOALS AND GET FUCKED BY MY ZEBRA MASTERS! PLEASE! USE ME!”

He didn’t yet. “You love being a zebra slave, don’t you?”

“YES! I LOVE IT! I LOVE ZEBRACOCK!”

Now, he rewarded her.

“HNGAAUUGH!” Still having to stretch her pussy out, he pushed himself into her, and happily started fucking her without a care in the world as her moans filled the stadium. Neither cared about all the eyes on them, both were getting what they wanted most.

The second zebra soon came around to fuck her face, and that was all the rest of the Foalympics was. Nopony moved for the longest time, and meanwhile, all around Equestria, even more mares were being bred.

Not in the Crystal Empire though.

Off in that snowy land, miles and miles and miles away, the living room was now far emptier than it had been moments ago.

No longer was Shining Armor sat on the couch, him having ran off to summon every guard to protect their land. And no longer was Cadance sat beside him, having flown away to alert her subjects not to worry and stay within the city’s border.

So that just left a small filly called Flurry Heart.

Mindlessly, she kept watching the sports that had been left on, continuing to watch the zebras mate the games’ judge while not knowing what was happening, and being too young to understand that she was watching a small fragment of what would be forever remembered as Equestria’s downfall.

Author's Note

And we’re unpaused! Sorry about that, I just lost a little interest in the fic for a while. (Not long though, clearly).

If ponies have fully functioning DJ equipment and arcade machines and lights and all of Twilight’s sciency stuff, then they have televisions. Maybe not phones like G5, but at the very least TVs.

This is the first chapter I’m doing without a proofreader. If anyone spots any mistakes, post them in the comments and I’ll get to fixing them quickly! (And if anyone would like to volunteer to take up the role, it would be greatly appreciated, but only if you want to).

Oh, and how would people feel about a little gay stuff in one chapter? I’ve got an idea, and will be doing more after the fic ends if it’s requested, but want to hear what you’d think of it anyway.

And to finish off. WOO! 100,000 words and countless hours I’m not getting back making this!