LAN Party

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Profanity, Sex, Zebra
Length: 6279

Hoping to dispell a rumor about zebras, Heat Sink invites two striped studs over to her house for a VERY special stream...

Heat Sink is like most girls her age - she enjoys gaming, hates school, and loves showing off her barely legal body. After having made a somewhat infamous name for herself within the more lustful circles of the internet, she decides to put her budding stardom to the ultimate test. Since a growing number of mares had been posting videos of themselves hooking up with zebras online, upping the ante with a pair of the striped titans would definitely get her some new subscribers and more than a few donations - after all, what could go wrong?

Kinks Include: Female on Male, Male on Female, Zebradom, Cock Worship, Stripping, Striping, Oral, Vaginal, Anal, Threesome, Exhibitionism, Exquisitely Rough Sex, Numerous Positions, and a Mind-Shattering Double Creampie

Artwork by Light (Twitter @Light_artCavern)

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Published 2023-05-17 20:30:08 UTC
Last updated 2023-05-17 20:30:08 UTC

Service Interruption

Unlocking the front door of her family home and seeing herself inside, Heat Sink kicked off her shoes. She would have announced herself as she entered, calling out to her parents to let them know she was home, yet she remained silent - not because she had anything to hide, but because she had the house to herself for the next week. Humming to herself as she tossed her book bag onto the sofa, leaving her homework to deal with later, she scampered to the stairs and up to her room.

Being a hormonally charged senior at Manehattan High School wasn’t easy; she had to worry about passing her exams, attending cheer-leading practice, and looking anything but her best was absolutely inexcusable - that being said, her hobby, as much as she loved it, ate up a considerable amount of her time. She stopped at her door, reached inside to flick the light switch, and smiled. Her room was exactly as she’d left it, all tidied up for a very special stream.

As she crossed to her wardrobe and stripped out of her school uniform, flinging the garments into a hamper in the corner, her mind wandered to what she should wear. She didn’t want to start one of her broadcasts by showing too much skin, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t make herself enticing. She traipsed into her closet and paused, eyeing the myriad of outfits she’d collected over the years, until one particular ensemble caught her attention.

“Yeah…yeah, this’ll work great,” she said to herself, plucking two garments from her clothes rack.

The items she’d selected, a pair of boy shorts and a crop top, were old, so old that she really should have brought them to a good-will shop ages ago, although they’d suit their purpose perfectly. Squeezing into the top and wriggling into the bottoms, abstaining from putting on any sort of undergarment, she rushed out of the closet and to her vanity. As she’d suspected, the outfit left very little to the imagination.

Her breasts were pressed together, making her cleavage exceptionally prominent, and the shorts were so tight that she could easily out the imprint of her marehood. Spasm, the site she used to stream herself playing games while lavishing her growing army of simps, wasn’t perfect, although it was one of the largest platforms on the internet to make a name for herself. She could do what she wanted when she streamed, but she knew what all her followers were there for.

Looking herself over, she flipped her hair over her shoulder. Her mane, tail, and the barest hint of bush peeking out from the top of her shorts were all a deep maroon, clashing wondrously against the deep navy blue of her coat and the pink of her outfit. Having a tight, young body, supple curves, and perky tits had been enough to draw in viewers by the hundreds, and she was more than happy to use her looks to pad her bank account.

After getting a drink for herself from her bedside mini-fridge, she hopped into her chair, leaned back, and smiled into the camera perched atop her monitor. “Hey hey, all you sexy single stallions out there, it’s your mare, Heat Sink!”

She would have felt bad about her almost daily exhibitionistic displays, had she not enjoyed herself so much. Over the span of less than three months, ever since she’d turned eighteen, she’d made enough money to buy herself a car, all sorts of clothes, and a top of the line computer for herself - as if that wasn’t enough, the basked in the attention of her adoring, deep-pocketed fans. There was something addictive about reading the flattery and sinful promises of her followers, and she’d be lying if she didn’t love every second of being on screen.

Reclining, she fanned the clinging fabric over her rack and smirked. “It’s pretty warm in here, but it’s going to get way, way hotter. Have you guys and gals heard about that - ugh - stupid rumor about Zebricans?”

The chat burst to life, with nearly all of her viewers confessing that they knew just what she was talking about. Darned if she knew why, but zebra stallions had become a meme lately. Supposedly, if what she’d heard was right, the big, striped studs were extremely domineering in the bedroom and nearly all of them were exceptionally well-hung. Ordinarily speaking, she wouldn’t have given the hearsay any merit, but she wasn’t one to let an opportunity slip through her fingers.

Though she’d only done it a single time, she didn’t necessarily keep her exhibitions as solo-acts. Two months prior, only a few weeks after she’d become legal, one of her fans had offered to pay her several grand just to suck him off on one of her streams. She’d jumped at the chance to score some quick cash, yet there’d been another reason she’d blown her patron - she had a very healthy libido.

While most mares her age acted coy or swore to save themselves for their special somepony, she wasn’t impeded by such silly inhibitions. Sex felt good, it was a fact of life, and she wouldn’t deny relishing the feeling of a big, meaty stallionhood stretching her out - sure, she’d only used toys on herself so far, but she was aching to get a chance to get plowed. Feigning disinterest, she inspected her nails and nodded.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought too; it’s a bunch of bologna,” she murmured. “Since it looks like most of you agree with me, I thought I’d do something special this afternoon. Pretty soon, I’ll -”

Knock Knock Knock

Looking to the hallway and the front of the house, she grinned. “Be right back. If that’s them, I may as well show you guys what I’m talking about.”

As she removed her headset and got to her feet, she smiled all the broader. Seeing as how she’d been eager to sling leg, make money, and put a bunch of baseless gossip to rest with a single move. Rushing back downstairs and to the foyer, she stopped at the front door and looked out through the peephole.

Standing just outside, adorned in jerseys and shorts, lingered a pair of zebra stallions. She’d seen them a few days prior, when her school had played a soccer match against a Zebrican university’s team, and it took her a moment to remember their names. If her memory was right, and it may not have been, the pair went by Dagu and Hama.

Cracking the door open but leaving the security chain locked, she peeked out and smiled. “Dagu and Hama ~ right?”

Though identical in practically every way, being mirror images of one another, one of the brothers nodded. “Were you expecting some other zebras to show up at your doorstep?”

She chuckled to herself and looked between them. The last thing she wanted to do was to be rude, so she’d have to find some way to tell them apart - unfortunately, that was no easy task. Unclasping the security chain and stepping back, she opened the door to give herself a better look at them.

Each of the studs stood a full head and shoulders taller than herself, making even the most robust stallions in her classes look small in comparison, yet their mohawks made them appear even more imposing than they already were. Their striped hides glistened in the afternoon sun, displaying their muscular physiques and sending a thrilled shiver up her spine. Regardless of how well-hung they were, a fact she planned on finding out very shortly, she felt certain they would happily show her a good time - after all, they knew exactly what they were signing up for.

A part of her had felt bad about fraternizing with a rival team, but it couldn’t be helped. After her school had been thoroughly defeated by the Zebricans, she’d snuck off to enact her slatternly little plan. All it had taken waving down two of the zebras, flashing a little skin, and making a sinful promise or two to get exactly what she’d wanted - which was what led her to this moment.

“Before I invite you in, I have two questions for you two,” she began, cocking her hip as she faced them. “First of all, do either of you have a problem being on camera?”

The duo exchanged a glance and shook their heads before one of the, the one who’d initially remained silent, spoke. “I don’t think either of us would be bothered, as long as we get a copy of whatever video we’ll be making together.”

Heat reached up and pinched the bridge of her snout, pleased that they’d agreed but dreading her next question. “Ok, so, this may sound weird, but is there any way for me to tell you two apart?”

Chuckling to themselves, the twins shook their heads for a moment before one of them stepped forward and turned his head. “I’m Hama, the one with the earrings.”

“And I’m Dagu, the one with the - Ooof,” the other zebra grunted as he was elbowed in the side by his sibling. “What was that -”

“Surprise her with it,” Hama grumbled. Shifting his focus back to the mare, he smiled and gave a small bow. “Any more questions, miss…?”

Staring up at him, it took her a moment to realize she hadn’t properly introduced herself. “Fuck - sorry about that. I’m Heat Sink,” she chirped, extending her hand.

“Charmed,” Dagu hummed, leaning forward and kissing the back of her hand.

“Likewise,” Hama added, mirroring his twin’s greeting. “I do have one question myself though. Considering how forward you are, would you like to show us to your room or would you rather one of us carry you to your room?”

“I…” she paused and considered her options.

The stream was still rolling, capturing nothing but her vacant bedchamber while her viewers were left to speculate on where she’d gone and if she’d return, which gave her the perfect chance to make one hell of an introduction. Biting back an excited giggle, she nodded. Yeah, she was about to give the twosome one heck of an introduction.

“Screw it,” she tittered, “pick me up and - Eeep!”

Before she could even finish speaking, Hama stooped down and threw her over his shoulders like she was a sack of potatoes. “Which way to your room?”

She twisted in place and pointed behind herself. “That way - up the stairs and second door on the right.”

“Easy enough,” the titan noted, moving in the direction she’d indicated. “Come on, Dagu.”

Trailing along behind them, Dagu eyed the mare’s chest. “It’s not often that we get a mare who’s so candid with what she wants.”

She shrugged as she was carried along and looked over at the stud. “I just don’t see a point in beating around the bush. If you want to do something, just do it ~ ya know?”

“Too right,” Dagu hummed.

As she was brought up the stairs, she only then noticed what looked like a bag in Dagu’s grasp. Given that school had let out less than an hour ago, and that the pair had more than likely come straight to her place after they’d finished their classes for the day, she wasn’t surprised to see that they still had their books with them. Looking back and over her shoulder, she spotted the door of her room.

“Alright, I want a big entrance,” she explained. “Once we get inside, put me down and - Aaah!”

Without breaking his stride, Hama silenced her with a resounding smack to her backside. “If you want a big entrance, we’ll handle that much.”

“And then some,” Dagu added, reaching out to caress her cheek.

Between the spontaneous slap to her ass, their cockiness, adonic physiques, and sonorous voices, Heat had no doubt that she was going to be putting on one hell of a show for her followers. She’d hoped to implement a tiered system of acts, goading her viewers to donate bits for her to do increasingly lewd things with her guests, yet something told her that wasn’t going to work out. For starters, she could already feel her panties growing moist - secondly and even more alarmingly, she had a growing sense that she may have bitten off more than she could chew.

“Mind your head,” Hama instructed as he wandered into her room. Stopping by the foot of her bed, inspecting the small chamber, his eyes ultimately settled on the computer and the camera set up on the monitor. “Well hello there,” he boomed, marching over and squatting down in front of her desk. “As you can see, my brother and I may be borrowing her for a bit.”

Moving to his brother’s side, Dagu sank down to one knee and waved at the camera. “Don’t worry, we won’t be too rough with her.”

“H…hey!” Heat squawked, looking back and seeing that the Hama, either intentionally or not, had positioned her ass almost squarely in front of the camera. “This is still my stream!”

“In that case…” Hama trailed off, lifting his hand and tugging at the back of her shorts.

She stiffed as the garment became a thong, its fabric disappearing into the cleft of her ass. This was bad - really, really bad. The pair had only just arrived, yet they’d essentially hijacked the stream and were outclassing her - worse still, there wasn’t much she could do to stop them. Just one of the siblings could overpower her with ease, holding her down and doing whatever they pleased with her. Wriggling helplessly, she grunted when the colossus carrying her rose to his full height and turned to the bed.

“Alright,” Hama sighed, gingerly setting her down on the side of her mattress, “that’s enough fun for now.”

As thankful as she was, she was actually a bit disappointed that he hadn’t flung her onto the bed, ripped her clothes off, and had his way with her right then and there - nevertheless, she stood up, traipsed back to her computer, and brought her face to the camera. There was a difference between staged porn and an exhibitionistic show, so she needed to pace herself - well, if the twins would let her pace herself. Giving her viewers a wink, she nodded back at the siblings.

“So joining me this afternoon are Hama and Dagu,” she announced. “Say hello, you big, beautiful bastards.”

The duo stayed mute and waved, giving her a few seconds to check her messages, orient her camera toward the bed, and devise a scheme. Adult entertainment was an artform - sure, you could just start fucking or getting fucked, but the buildup and pacing was everything. Wheeling around and strutting between the duo, she flicked her tail and peeked back at the camera.

“I’m not sure about you all, but I’m having a hard time figuring out which one I want to suck off first,” she snickered, running her hands up the twin’s midsections.

“Hang on a second. Dagu, hand me our bag,” Hama intoned. His brother complied, passing over the satchel in an instant. “I don’t mean to delay things, but have you heard about striping?”

“I mean - yeah,” she scoffed. “Who hasn’t heard about - oh…”

The giant produced a small crock of paint and a brush from his things, catching her completely off guard. She’d considered picking up some ink for herself before her little get-together, but she wasn’t exactly sold with having to walk around for days with streaks of black adorning her pristine coat - moreover, even though her parents were gone, going out in public with stripes on would draw way too much attention to herself and mark her as a total slut. Clapping her hands together, stricken by divine inspiration, she beamed up at him.

“I’ll let you two stripe me, if you give me a little strip show after you’re done,” she proudly stated.

“Strip for you or strip for your audience,” Dagu countered, peaking a brow in the direction of the monitor.

Scrunching her snout and cursing to herself, she knit her brow. “Alright, new plan; first you stripe me, then I strip the two of you ~ how’s that sound?”

“Sounds like a plan,” the pair answered in unison.

She wouldn’t admit it, but she’d let her urges overtake her showmanship. Making herself comfortable and watching the pair undress would have been absolutely amazing, but doing so while being recorded would have been tricky; while she could get a nice view of their bodies, the same couldn’t necessarily be said for the camera or the growing number of viewers on her broadcast. Stepping between them and turning toward her desk, she pointed to either side of herself.

The zebras took the hint and shuffled back, giving her some space to work with while ensuring everyone on her stream had an unfettered view of her. Lifting her hands and hooking her thumbs under the hem of her top, she slowly drew the garment upward. She only slowed when the article reached her nipples, teasing her audience with a peek at her areola. The thrill of knowing that stallions were getting hard simply by looking at her spurred her on, compelling her to haul the article up and over her head before spinning it around her finger.

“Bet you bad colts have been missing these puppies,” she playfully remarked. Tossing her top to the side, she fondled her breasts. “You think our special guests will like…”

As she shifted her focus from the camera to Dagu, the words died in her throat. She’d meant to look up at the zebras’ faces, hoping to find them gawking in awe at her bare breasts, yet neither seemed particularly moved. Though the pair were looking at her tits, it wasn’t their expressions that caused her heart to skip a beat.

Looking back and forth between the studs, she swallowed hard. Fuck if she could explain how she hadn’t noticed it earlier, possibly too caught up with her machinations to give it much attention, but both of the siblings had an utterly absurd swell within their shorts. Momentarily forgetting which of the zebras was which, she watched in open awe as their bulges grew larger with every passing second.

“You think our special guests will like what?” one of the stallions hummed, shaking her from her stupor.

Glancing to her monitor, seeing that the spectators only had a view of the stud’s backsides, she found herself at an impasse. Though she’d had every intention of gradually removing her clothes and making a spectacle of herself, the realization that the twins were packing some absurdly serious heat derailed her plans in an instant. With only the slightest bit of hesitation, she warily smiled, grabbed the sides of her shorts, and bent forward to draw them down her legs.

Buck it - if her followers had tuned in to one of her streams before, they’d have gotten the chance to look at her snatch. Settling into a deep squat, she kicked her shorts out from under herself and checked the framing of the video. While she was about a dozen feet away, the high definition camera she’d bought did an amazing job of capturing every enticing detail on her naked body.

“Liking this,” she finally clarified, leaning back on one arm while splaying her legs. Reaching down and rubbing her sopping wet snatch, she craned her neck up at the duo. “Lose the shirts, big boys, I wanna unwrap my presents.”

She momentarily warred with the notion of who she could undress first - that was until she had a lecherous epiphany. The pair were identical twins, save for Hama’s earrings and Dagu’s pierced nipples, so it stood to reason that they’d have matching sets of equipment. Shuffling forward and reached to either side, slipped her fingers under the waistband of their shorts, and caused the pair to turn slightly.

“On the count of three,” she cooed, pulling their trunks down with glacial speed. “One…two…three!”

Like a filly on Hearth’s Warming morning, she practically ripped their shorts off. The good news was that their stallionhoods sprang free - the bad news was that their cocks were so large and energetic that they slapped her cheeks in tandem. She reeled back on instinct, recoiling from them, yet she quickly went slack-jawed when she got her first true look at their packages.

To call the brothers’ tools anything short of godly would have been a disservice. As big as her forearm in both length and girth, the stud’s shafts were everything she could have ever dreamed of. A bead of saliva crept past her lips and down to her chin, while she gazed longingly at what the colossal dicks. Even her biggest sex toy, one she’d ordered online from a shop that claimed to be for size queens, paled in comparison to the pair’s endowments.

“Hope you’re not disappointed,” one of the studs muttered.

Looking up at them in abject confusion, she quirked a brow. “Huh?”

Grabbing the base of his shaft, Hama tapped the tip of his length against her cheek. “We’re not fully hard yet, in case you were wondering…”

“Huh?!?” she croaked, going wide-eyed.

Her sex-drive waged a pitched battle against her better judgment. Though the sight of not one but two insanely huge stallionhoods made the depths of her snatch quiver with anticipation, her common sense begged for her to stop things there. It was one thing to wantonly fuck herself with a dildo, one which was significantly smaller than what either of the twins had to offer, but it was another issue entirely to try and wrangle a duo of catastrophically, throat-stretching, pussy-destroying cocks.

Finding herself quite literally between two of the largest stallionhoods she’d ever laid eyes upon, she forgot all about the stream. Reaching out with trembling hands, she ran her palms up the drooping lengths of divine, onyx-black flesh and gnawed her lower lip. The heat of their endowments and the sight of the twins looming over her was awe-inspiring, but the smell - heaven help her, the heady, almost overpowering musk wafting from their loins sang to her primal urges.

“Now for your part. What ~ have you forgotten already?” Dagu tutted, offering his hand.

Standing back up, she swung her attention back to the camera. “So, yeah, about that whole striping fad. Since I’m doing this, I figured I wouldn’t half-ass it,” she cheerfully stated, unable to keep a tremor from her voice. “Dagu, Hama, if you’d be so kind.”

She threw her arms wide, held her head high, and expectantly closed her eyes. If she was going to get painted up, she was going to get painted up for all of her adoring fans and subscribers to see. Her ears swiveled atop her head, listening to the duo of stallions as they moved around her. Sure sure enough, after a tense moment of almost complete silence, she felt two damp, cool brushes gliding around her ankles.

The siblings worked with startling speed, moving up her legs and to her torso in what felt like no time whatsoever. She didn’t budge, only moving when the brothers turned her arms or gently repositioned her. While she’d fully anticipated one or both of the zebras to get frisky, possibly groping her or talking dirty to her while they anointed her pristine pelt, the duo remained completely silent - lending an almost sensual air to the experience.

“Alright,” one of them breathed, “tell us what you think.”

She opened her eyes, stepped forward, and gazed at the monitor in disbelief. Using the mirror would have been fine, and she’d nearly turned toward her vanity out of habit, but utilizing the stream to inspect herself served its purpose, captured her reaction, and allowed her viewers to see her as she saw herself. Twisting around in place, checking out her back and behind, she grinned from ear to ear.

“Not gonna lie, chat, I think I look pretty hot like this,” she laughed, throwing one hand behind her head and striking a dramatic pose. “If these two are half as good in bed as I think they’ll be, I’ll - Gah!”

In the blink of an eye, she was snatched up, thrown across the room, and landed on her mattress with a resounding Pomf. She stared up at the ceiling in shock, trying and failing to process what had happened, until something - no, two somethings grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her down her mattress. Lifting her head and peering down between her breasts, she watched as Dagu stepped between her legs and rested his stallionhood atop the meaty mound of her snatch.

“I hope you don’t mind, but we aren’t exactly the theatrical type,” Dagu rumbled.

Stepping to her side, mere inches from her, Hama lifted one knee onto the mattress above her head. “Isn’t it about time you tend to your guests?”

Heat’s eyes flicked back and forth between the pair, sailing from one titanic stallionhood to the other, as her heart hammered wildly in her bosom. Hama’s cock hung just beside her muzzle, early closer enough to kiss, while Dagu languidly bucked his hips. Sometimes, regardless of one’s machinations, you simply had to roll with the punches and improvise - this was definitely one of those times.

Hefting Hama’s dick, she brought the tip of his shaft to her mouth and gave it a small kiss. “I want you fine colts to do me one favor,” she purred. “I don’t want you to hold anything back. Fuck me as hard as you want, ruin me for any other stallion, and only stop after you’ve - Glk?!?”

“Finally,” Hama sighed, throwing himself forward and driving his tool into her muzzle. “By the ancestors, I swear this is the only way to shut these pony whores up.”

Shuffling back and bringing his cock-head to her entrance, Dagu steadied himself. “Ten bits says she cums as soon as I stick it in.”

Though she couldn’t speak and was barely able to move, Heat was keenly aware of every word the pair said. Salty, earthy flavors washed over her tongue, letting her know that the stud definitely hadn’t bathed since that morning at the very least, yet she was only able to appreciate the exotic flavor for a fleeting instant. She had no time to prepare, unable to even take a breath to relax herself, when Hama drove his hips forward and sank into her snug, chaste depths.

Her hair stood on end, she gagged around the dick in her snout, and it felt like every nerve in her body activated at the same time. Sparks and stars exploded in her vision, impeding her view of Hama’s incredibly plump balls, while she struggled to wrap her head around what was going on. She would have called what she’d just endured a climax, yet the raw intensity and pleasure of whatever had happened was leagues more powerful than anything she’d ever experienced before.

The siblings gave her no time to acclimate as they unsheathed a portion of their shafts, braced themselves, and started hammering into her in perfect harmony. Situated on all fours above her, with his groin directly over her face, Hama plunged into her face and swabbed her throat. Dagu was no better than his sibling, holding one of her legs in each hand as he pounded her marehood like it was the last day of his life.

Heat groaned and gurgled around one cock while another tested the limits of her cunt. Her senses were overwhelmed in a flash, leaving her completely at her mercy, yet she didn’t panic - quite the contrary, she exulted in their brutal, almost bestial ministrations. She’d yearned to get rutted, to have some big, hunk of a stallion to plow her like a fertile field in spring, and the brothers delivered that and more - so much more.

The bed creaked beneath her, the siblings’ sonorous grunts filled the air, and muffled gags and moans culminated to a depraved symphony. She was used to groaning ostentatiously for the camera, attempting to sound seductive to goad her viewers, but this was not that; the noises she made were wholly and completely candid. Stealing air if and when she could, feeling her throat bulge with each of Hama’s thrusts, she pawed at her chest..

There was only one thing her lust-crazed mind could think to do under such circumstances, and that was to get herself off with reckless abandon - mercifully for her, her guests were eager to help. Hama propped himself on one arm and twisted one of her nipples, as Dagu rested her legs on his shoulders and reached down to massage her clit. Within a matter of seconds, she was wracked with mind-melting ecstasy.

She’d been right, she really had cum when Dagu had despoiled her, and her second climax was just as - no, even more powerful than the first. In spite of her burning lungs, racing pulse, and aching, battered marehood, she couldn’t have been happier. Her body moved of its own accord, motivated by her id her primordial, marish needs, as she locked her heels behind one zebra’s head while lovingly fondling the balls of the other.

This - this was what she was meant for, being made use of by virile, mighty stallions, and the epiphany was liberating to a fault. Imbued with preternatural strength, she bucked up to meet Dagu’s plunges and mopped Hama’s shaft with her lips. The zebras grunted approvingly and increased their pace, enthused to give her what she so desperately desired. She weathered one orgasm after another, staving off oblivion each and every time, as her thoughts sank deeper and deeper into a rapturous sea of hedonistic delights.

She couldn’t say how she laid there being double teamed, having gradually lost herself to the impassioned exchange, yet it came to an eventual end. Without any seeming warning whatsoever, the brothers grumbled and moved away from her. As they pulled their cocks from her gullet and tender cunt respectively, she heaved air into her chest and stared up at the ceiling.

“W…why’d you - Cough - stop?” she rasped, her voice hoarse.

Shakily pushing herself up, she found the answer to her question. At some point or another, her bed had lost its fight to hold the trio. The mattress lay at an odd angle atop the sundered frame, the blanket upon which she rested was utterly drenched in a cocktail of sweat and her nectar, and she’d apparently become so feral that she’d torn her comforter. While she wasn’t concerned about the devastation that had been wrought, knowing she had the bits to replace everything that had been destroyed, she was disheartened by the feeling of cool air against her gaped, woefully unfilled pussy.

Stepping back away from her, Hama offered a hand. “If you want more, prove it. Get up, bend over, and let us continue entertaining your adoring, deep-pocketed fans…”

“Deep-pocke…” she fell silent when she looked at the screen.

Twenty-eight hundred - two-thousand, eight hundred bits had been donated since the stream began, and the flow of money showed no signs of stopping. Though she was slightly alarmed when she saw the time, realizing she’d been getting railed out for over half an hour straight, she was more interested in sating her ravenous, carnal cravings. Swinging her legs off of the demolished bed, she unsteady got to her feet, hobbled between the duo, and bent over.

“C’mon, Hama,” she slurred, grabbing the stud’s hip while she lifted his shaft to her muzzle, “I want you to pump a load down my throat.”

“That’s Hama,” Dagu rumbled, correcting her and nodding to his sibling, “I’m Dagu, but I suppose I can oblige your request.”

Wrapping his thick, powerful fingers around the back of her skull, he drove his length into her snout and down her throat. Seeing his sibling seize the initiative, Hama stepped behind her, snatched up her wrists, and smoothly sheathed his stallionhood into her slavering, quivering cunt. As before, back when she’d officially surrendered her virginity, she came instantaneously.

The only reason she didn’t collapse, her knees buckling as her spasming marehood erupted climactic juices around Hama’s pistoning length, was because she couldn’t. Held up by the siblings, she went limp and succumbed to the nirvana they afforded. Her arms and legs dangled weak and lifeless, her body rocked back and forth between her lovers, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as fixated on the unimaginable bliss that threatened to consume her.

Words - words failed to describe the experience of being spit-roasted in such a way. If she hadn’t suffered through the blinding pleasure of one orgasm after another, being granted fleeting glimpses of where she was and what she was doing, she could have sworn she’d died and slipped from her mortal coil. Like pictures in a photo album, her reality devolved to flashes of existence between the drowning, all-encompassing heaven that was being the brothers’ living, breathing, gushing sex-toy.

One moment, she was bent over her desk and howling to the heavens - the next, she was held and rutted in some lewd parody of a wrestling hold. Each position she was moved in, whether it was being contorted like a pretzel or mindlessly riding one of the studs, was as breathtaking as the last. Though she was only vaguely aware of it, having paid it little heed, a sliver of her consciousness was aware that neither of the stallions, irrespective of how long they’d been at it, hadn’t cum.

Things only came to a head when she sensed something nudge her virginal backdoor. Wearily looking over her shoulder, keeping her legs wrapped around one zebra’s waist, she watched as the other brother spread her ass and positioned himself behind her. She tried to tell him to stop, to warn him that she’d never even thought of trying anal, but it was no use. With all the unstoppable force of a freight train, the stallion sank his length into her taut pucker.

She’d cum more times than she could count with a single godly cock in her, so the abrupt intrusion of a second fractured what was left of her sanity. Pinned between the pair, filled with more dick than should have been possible, she reduced to a gibbering, squirting mass of limbs. She’d wanted them to fuck her, to use her however they saw fit, and the siblings did not disappoint.

Hama and Dagu pulled out all the stops, pounding her like a pair of wild animals. As she was jackhammered into by the pair, screaming incoherently, she felt it - what could only be the duo flaring within her. Her voice became shrill, her toes curled, and she sank her nails into one stud’s back, when a scalding heat surged into her.

She’d always assumed she knew what pleasure was, what it was like to have a satisfying orgasm, yet the feeling of being simultaneously claimed by two powerful zebras was a revelation. While it was true that she’d never slept with a pony before - or for that matter any stallion, she knew there was no going back for her. From this moment onward, the only way she’d ever get an ounce of satisfaction would be while impaled on a Zebrican’s fat, black, throbbing cock.

“Gods,” one stallion wheezed, pulling free of her ass. “Do you think we overdid it?”

Looking down at the whimpering mare in his clutches, the other stud shook his head. “She’ll be fine. Hey - grunt if you can hear me.”

“Uuuuuh,” she groaned.

“See, she’s fine,” the zebra flippantly noted, trotting over and carelessly heaving her onto what remained of her bed. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

Heat could only watch as the pair dressed themselves, wiped their cum-slathered cocks with her discarded clothes, and trotted out. As her eyes falteringly wandered across her room, she exhaustedly took stock of the havoc her little tryst had caused. Her dresser had been overturned, her desk had been broken, and her monitor and webcam lay on her floor - worse still, she’d been thoroughly ravaged.

Reluctantly reaching down past her breasts and cum-bloated abdomen, she touched her marehood and winced. Both her snatch and ass had been remade, gaped and drooling cum from the deluge of seed the brothers had filled her with, and she’d almost certainly be walking funny for a few days - maybe weeks. Dragging herself from the bed, knowing the stream was still live, she crawled over to monitor and the remains of her desk.

She turned the webcam to her face, smiling like the absolute fool she was, and overturned the keyboard. “I…I think that’s enough for today. Hope everyone enjoyed themselves…”

The monitor was toast, its screen shattered beyond repair, but that didn’t matter - hell, nothing really mattered. She could overnight ship some new furniture to herself, especially since she’d made more than enough to upgrade her rig, so she made a mental note to do that before she eventually got some well-deserved sleep. Rolling onto her back and gazing up at the ceiling, finally given a moment’s respite, there was only one thing that occupied her sundered mind - what she was going to do to thank the brothers who’d changed her life forever.