Digging Deep

While it was fair to say that Mac had gone through a number of twists and turns in his, now her life, the last five months had brought with them the largest and arguably the most peculiar ones to date. Had somepony told her that simply meeting a zebra at the train station one day would lead her down a long, winding road of love, lust, and metamorphosis, she would have laughed in their face - astoundingly, that’s precisely what had ended up happening. Crossing paths with Shaka had set the dominoes in motion, heralding a new era for her, and she was immeasurably grateful for it.

Opening her eyes and stretching her forelegs over her head, she yawned and turned away from the rising sun crept through her window. Her days almost always started early, getting up at the crack of dawn, and this one was no different. As she carefully shifted on the mattress, taking care not to make much noise, she looked over and smiled at the slumbering, colossal zebra beside her. She usually slept in bed with Shaka, keeping him warm and offering him what comfort she could, although she’d spent the night prior with a very special guest.

Over the past few months, shortly after she’d moved in with him, it had become increasingly common for Shaka to invite his family to visit. She’d met his brother, several cousins, his father, and even a few nieces and nephews, though she was often instructed to entertain certain kin of his. Almost without fail, once their visitors had settled in for the night, she would offer her marish services to any stallions sleeping within their home.

She silently slipped from the mattress, keeping her eyes on the snoozing stud all the while, and ponderously drifted into the bathroom to freshen herself up. Dried foal batter matted her fur, her mane was a mess, and what was left of her makeup was smeared upon her face and the stallion’s endowment, yet her disheveled state was a mark of pride. She’d done her duty with glee, serving as a cock-sleeve and companion for the massive, older zebra for the night, and she was happy that she’d have the opportunity to keep him company for the rest of the week.

Trotting into the restroom and quietly closing the door closed behind herself, she turned her head and looked to the mirror. She was an absolute mess, like she’d expected, yet her focus wasn’t on her looks. Peering at her reflection, her eyes wandered down her frame to her gravid, taut belly and the dark, mountainous bosoms hanging from her abdomen.

She’d long since learned that Zebrican potions held unimaginable abilities, having gradually changed her into a svelte, petite femcolt of a mare, though the full breadth of their power rivaled even the most potent alicorn magic. Thoughtlessly reaching back and caressing her abdomen, sensing something shift within herself, she smirked. Shaka’s brothers and sisters all had foals of their own, at least two offspring each, so it came as no surprise that her lover had wished to carry on his lineage - that said, she couldn’t have fathomed that she would be the one to carry his heir.

Though she didn’t understand it, unsure of how the elixir she’d taken had made it possible, she’d discovered she was carrying her lover’s foal months ago. The discovery that she was pregnant was probably the biggest shock of her life, defying reality and what she’d presumed were the laws of nature, yet Shaka had reassured her that everything was fine. Becoming the mother of a little colt or filly would be the ultimate sign of her dedication to her mate, and she looked forward to starting a family of her own.

Having set the water to warm, she stepped into the tub and closed her eyes. She may have been expecting, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a busy day ahead of her. Once she got prettied up, styling her mane and putting on her makeup, the first order of business would be making breakfast for Shaka and their visitor - after that, she’d more than likely tidy the house. As funny as it was to think about, laying in sharp contrast to her routine on the farm, she loved her life and the loving, domineering stallion who’d won her heart.

As she carefully lathered and washed her mane, musing on if she should make muffins or pancakes for her mate, she was blissfully ignorant to the sound of approaching hooffalls. The feeling of what could only be a huge hoof gliding up her thigh and to her flank wasn’t enough to make her turn, though she did smile because. It seemed like somepony had gotten up and decided to join her for a shower - which suited her just fine.

“I have to say,” a soft, sonorous voice began, “my son has fine taste in mares.”

Turning her head, she peeked back with a single eye. “Mmmhmm…”

She stepped forward and made some room in the basin, allowing the gargantuan zebra enough room to step in behind her. Considering the house had been designed and built with Zebricans in mind, all the furniture and fittings were larger than what would be found in a pony’s home; pair that with the fact that she was a fraction of her former size, having lost most of her height and nearly all of her muscle mass, and there was just enough space to accommodate her and a tall, powerfully built stud in the tub with her. Looking to the stud’s face, she bit her bottom lip.

Of all the zebras who’d come for a visit, there was one she’d been especially looking forward to - Shaka’s father. The instant she laid eyes on the mature stallion, she realized that the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree. Every bit as physically impressive as her lover, and having the same cool resolve, Ode was an absolute stud in every sense of the word - so much so that, were she single, she could see herself making a pass at him.

“Mmmm,” the stallion hummed, casually grabbing her ass and spreading her cheeks. “Looks like I got here just in time…”

Quirking a brow back at him, she brushed her mane away from her face and stared back at him. Like his son, he really was handsome and everything she would have looked for in a mate - furthermore, he was apparently a chieftain of a small village and had a harem of mares at his disposal. Unsure of what he’d meant by being on time, but aroused simply by his presence, she flicked her tail over to give him a better view of her goods.

He slowly, almost reluctantly shifted his focus over to her face and smirked. “Yeah, that pussy of yours looks like it needs something…”

Smack

The sound of his stallionhood slapping against his belly was enough to make her spread her legs and lift her waist, triggering her servile instincts faster than she could think. Ode may have been older, with the black portions of his mane and coat peppered in white, but his age hadn’t dulled his stallionly desires. Realizing he had anything but breakfast on his mind, she pressed her forehooves to the wall and shuffled forward.

“There you go,” he breathed, “show me where you want it…”

Balancing on one foreleg, she reached back and pawed at her ass. Though she’d only wanted to take a shower, she couldn’t say no to getting a bit of early morning action. Shaka had made it clear that she was to see to their guests’ needs, be they in or out of the bedroom, and she was not about to turn down Ode’s advances. With no need for lube, likely having at least a quart of the stud’s jizz coating her interior, she was as ready as ever to give the hulking stud a bit of relief.

Ode rubbed her twitching pucker for a second then lowered his hoof to her coin purse. “You know, when Shaka told me that you used to be a stallion, I was a bit surprised, but I actually find that dainty little package of yours pretty cute; that caged clit and those useless little balls of yours are a reminder of how far you’ve come.”

“E…eeeyup,” she stammered with the breath hitching in her throat.

The chastity locked to her shriveled endowment was almost excruciatingly stifling, though it was different from its predecessors. Not only was the contraption tiny, so small that it practically inverted her clit, but it was permanently affixed to her. The cage she wore was the only one she’d ever need and she’d likely be wearing it for the rest of her days - not like that bothered her in the slightest.

Having gone through a number of chastity devices, each being smaller than the last, Shaka had eventually decided to make an investment on her behalf. It had taken a bit of doing, bringing him to a unicorn who specialized with enchanted artifice, but her mate’s bits had been well spent. Her newest, permanent accessory could shrink on a whim, was self-cleaning, and it ensured her clit would be nothing more than a vestigial ornament for true stallions to play with or admire.

Withdrawing his hoof and bringing it to his lips, Ode liked her pre-cum from his frog. “Do you know the best thing about you?”

She shook her head and kept her eyes on him, genuinely uncertain on where he was going. “Nope.”

“It’s that you can’t lie like a mare can,” he replied. “Real mares can fake an orgasm or tell you they’re turned on when they’re not, but not you. You’re just a needy little thing who lives to be rutted and bred ~ aren’t you?”

Nodding a bit too enthusiastically, she held her and braced her hind legs and readied herself. She really didn’t like to beg, preferring to let her actions speak for her, but she wasn’t above pleading for him to pound her ass and pump a fat load into her. He shifted slightly, lifting and placing one foreleg on her lower back, and shook his head.

As he languidly mounted her, dragging his chest up her back, his stallionhood slid between her thighs. “Once you’ve given me a grandchild, I may need to pay you another visit. Shaka might not be pleased if he were to get a little half-brother or half-sister, but I don’t think you’d mind too much…”

Her heart fluttered and her knees quaked, listening to his sinful promise. Regardless of if he was serious or not, the idea of being knocked up by her lover’s father was profoundly arousing - to the point where she rolled her hips back and rubbed herself against him. Though she’d yet to become a mother, at least two months away from bringing her foal into the world, she could already tell that the next and possibly final step in her journey would be to embrace being a broodmare.

With his battering ram-like cock-head nestled against her hole, he brought his muzzle to her ear. “Or I could play some paternity roulette with my son. Think about it - the two of us fucking you over and over again, from sundown to sunrise, as our seed fights to claim your womb.”

Gushing pre-cum, she nearly climaxed from the thought of having two exquisite stallions battling to impregnate her. She couldn’t put her hoof on exactly when Shaka had put a bun in her oven, but she was looking forward to siring many, many foals in the future. There was something immeasurably empowering about her flowering maternity, from the way she’d gradually put on weight to how her breasts had grown to fulfill their purpose, and she couldn’t wait to go through the process again in the future.

Twisting her neck, she drew her tongue up Ode’s jaw and to his ear. She wanted him - sweet, merciful Celestia, she wanted him, and she was going to do everything in her power to coax him into giving her what she craved. Raising her hips and pushing herself back, she kissed her pucker against his stallionhood and hoped - prayed he wasn’t merely going to tease her.

He chuckled softly, his deep voice practically shaking her bones, and playfully nudged his dick to her entrance. “Maybe I should take you home with me as a concubine. My son may have won you over, but there’s much I could offer you in Zebrica.”

Groaning as he nibbled her ear, she trembled beneath him. Ode was the only guest they’d had that Shaka had expressly warned her about, telling her that he had a way with mares, and she quickly understood why. The mature stallion was like a fine brandy, improving and growing more sophisticated with age. From what she’d been told, though he was a bit of a womanizer, the chieftain treated his mistresses well and was prone to calling on their services while he conducted business.

“Consider it,” he sighed, tensing slightly.

Her eyes rolled and she whimpered when he slowly sank his tremendous shaft into her. Just as girthy as Shaka’s endowment, but maybe a hair shorter in length, Ode’s stallionhood was a gift from heaven itself. Though her mind was in another place, mired within a blissful haze, she bucked back against him. She wasn’t about to throw away everything she had with Shaka, but she saw no harm in indulging in the fantasy of a life she could be living.

With his hooves locked around her ample hips, he unhurriedly plunged into her until the twin cum-tanks that were his balls came to rest against her coin purse. She was well aware of what he was capable of, having weathered an hours-long rutting from him the night before, but he took his time and savored her like a fine wine. Though she belonged to Shaka, she was Ode’s for the time being.

As she began screwing herself on him, milking his cock for all her worth, she quickly realized that he hadn’t budged. She’d realized he may have wanted to start things slow, given that he’d only woken up a few minutes ago, although something was wrong. Shifting her head to look up at him, she discovered him peering down at her with an expectant look on his face.

“Are you that self-indulgent?” he softly asked. “All I did was step into the shower with you, yet you’re screwing yourself on me like a desperate whore.”

She opened her mouth to reply, to say something - anything in her defense, but she couldn’t excuse her actions. He’d been right, she’d been a bit too zealous with him, and she’d apparently struck a nerve. Stepping back and off her, pulling his stallionhood from the fierce grip of her confines, he marched out of the tub.

He only looked back once, just as he approached the exit, and shook his head. “I don’t think a shower will suffice, not when you’re feeling so impertinent. Whenever you’re ready, meet me in the living room to clean me properly…”

His abrupt and frankly jarring departure was the last thing she’d expected, upsetting her and making her feel awful. Shaka may have tolerated her libidinous behavior, often encouraging it, but it was clear that his father would not. Suddenly left to her lonesome, feeling the open air against her gaped, trembling hole, she hung her head in shame.

It was as clear as day that she’d unintentionally upset her guest, so she had to do something to right the wrong - the problem was she wasn’t sure how to make amends. If she’d been dealing with Shaka, in the off chance that she’d rubbed him the wrong way, she would have made him a nice meal and given him a massage, but the tactics she used on her lover wouldn’t necessarily work on the older stallion. Thinking back to what Ode had said before leaving, she honed in on three simple words he’d uttered - ‘clean me properly’.

There was only one thing the stud could have meant, though it felt like a trap. If giving his equipment a tongue bath was all it took to earn his forgiveness, she’d leap at the opportunity - nevertheless, she had to tread lightly. Ode clearly had certain expectations for mares, but she wasn’t exactly sure what those expectations were. If Shaka had been awake, she would have gone to seek his input - regrettably, waking him up to ask something so paltry would probably make her situation worse.

With nopony to rely on but herself, she hastily finished her shower, dried herself off, and constructed a plan. The information she had on Ode was relatively sparse, but he seemed to have a fondness for her jewelry and her makeup - as such, she’d lean heavily on his tastes. She sneaked out of the guest room and to the master bedroom, past the Shaka’s dozing form, and to her vanity.

Acting as quickly and as silently as she could, she made herself ready to confront their visitor. She wasn’t a scholar on Zebrican culture, though she’d gleaned tidbits of information and a few gifts from Shaka and his kin over the months that may help her. Donning a grass skirt she’d been given, she slipped into a golden harness and hung a pair of large, lustrous hoops from her ears before retrieving her crock of ceremonial body paint.

By the time she was finished preparing herself, she looked like some lustful, tribal parody of a zebra. She’d initially thought the aesthetic was silly and potentially a bit offensive, but Shaka and every Zebrican she’d shown it to had been enamored with her done up in such a way - nevertheless, she kept her hooves crossed that it would help smooth things over with her mate’s father. Trotting out and pulling the door closed, hoping to avoid waking the resting stud, she strutted down the hallway and to the living room.

“Took you - oh…” Obe murmured, trailing off when she came into view. She smiled with false confidence at him, as he inspected her from on the sofa, until he unseated himself and trotted over to her. “I’m a bit disappointed that you didn’t join me last night wearing that - nevertheless, I’m pleased you decided to show it to me.”

She kept her eyes off his face, in an attempt to remain humble, and inched closer to him. His stallionhood hung heavily beneath him, glistened in the morning light and still slickened from the cum and lube. Her job, regardless of whether or not it led to him continuing to screw her, was to leave his endowment spotless, and that was her sole priority. Dipping her head and slipping under him, she lapped at the tip of his length.

“Good mare,” he grunted.

Obe’s approval lifted her spirits, breathing life into the smoldering embers of her passion. There was still a chance that she would win him over, to make things right, and that glimmer of hope filled her with determination. Spontaneously rolling onto her back and splaying her hind legs, giving him an unfettered view of her tits, she continued nursing on his cock.

Only able to see his groin and his beautiful package, it was hard for her to tell if her ploy had worked - that was until he shifted and brought a hoof to her abdomen. She whimpered as he twisted and pulled upon the nipple of her right teat, though she continued lapping at his endowment. Having her breasts played, while pleasant, was simply an enjoyable byproduct of doing her duty.

She kept licking the silken flesh of his steely-cored shaft clean until he started to laugh above her. His mirth disrupted her focus and piqued her curiosity, prompting her to slow. So far as she knew, she hadn’t done anything particularly amusing. Looking past his dick and down at herself, she started when she discovered what he found so humorous.

Streams of milk dribbled from her bosoms, seeping into her fur. She’d expected to begin lactating closer to her due date, yet the development threw her for a loop. Momentarily forgetting about her task, she glanced up when Obe turned above her, lowered his head to her abdomen, and rested his stallionhood against her face.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he nonchalantly remarked, bringing his lips to her teat.

Craning her head upward, she opened her mouth. Her small stature could make fooling around with such a large stallion a bit complicated at times, but she’d learned how to adjust to such circumstances. While she would have liked to experiment with her suddenly productive breasts, she’d have to wait until Obe was finished with her.

The stud thrust forward and drove his length into her awaiting gullet while he wrapped his lips around her tender nipple. Even with all the experience she had with fellating somepony, she gagged around him. Just as exquisitely endowed as his son, the mature stallion’s dick, paired with the profound joy of finding out she was lactating, made getting her throat swabbed a trial.

Sucking him off as best she could, while trying not to make too much noise, she relished the feeling of being nursed upon. Her nipples had always been a weak spot of hers, and they’d only grown more sensitive as her pregnancy had progressed, so having somepony drink from them was almost enough to make her climax - almost. As her eyes drifted closed, she ran her tongue around the stud’s incredible length.

With her neck bulging from every plunge of his cock, she writhed on the floor beneath him. Obe seemed to have forgotten all about her prior transgression, swallowing down mouthful after mouthful of her milk, and his enthusiasm to sate himself had been renewed. Lowering his hips just a touch, allowing himself to slam more of his length into her muzzle, he bit down on her nipple.

As impossible as it should have been, the twinge of pain lacing her pleasure was enough to send her over the edge. Jizz erupted from her cage, pattering over her heaving rack and the stallion’s face and causing him to recoil. Her rapture was ephemeral, lasting no longer than a split second, as she realized she may have inadvertently undone all the progress she’d made at assuaging him.

The moment he hauled his stallionhood from her muzzle, fully prepared to apologize, she lifted her head and watched him guffaw. He wasn’t upset at all, not if his delighted expression was anything to go by, but she still held her breath. As he rose to his full height and stepped back, he waved for her to stand.

“Up,” he snickered. Heaving herself to one side and getting her hooves under herself, she pushed herself up and turned to face him. “That was exactly what I was talking about,” he added, wiping her essence from his cheek, “you couldn’t have faked that. Now then, since you’ve had your fun, be a good mare and bend over for -”

“Bend over for whom, father?” a voice intoned.

Mac swallowed hard and looked toward the hallway, immediately recognizing Shaka’s voice. Logically, she had nothing to worry about, since her lover had expressly told her to take care of his dad, but being caught in the act was still slightly alarming. Glancing from one titan to the other, quite literally caught between them, she anxiously fidgeted in place.

Staring over at the younger stallion, Obe smirked. “Good morning, son. I was just enjoying Mac’s company.”

“I can see that,” Shaka huffed, trotting over to Mac. “I hope you weren’t too hard on her.”

“If I was, she made no mention of it,” Oba snickered, stepping closer to her. “Care to join us?”

Shaka sidled over and around to her flank. “I’d be happy to, but please don’t forget that I’m the stallion of this household.”

“Even when I’m here?” Obe quipped, stepping around to face her.

Peeking back at Shaka, having seen his morning wood from the moment he entered the room, she reflexively swung her tail to the side. Though she’d just cum, she yearned to be bred. Having a stallion plowing her as though she were a field in spring was like a drug, addictive to a fault, and she she couldn’t have cared less which of the two ended up fucking her, so long as she did end up getting fucked.

Standing on his hind legs, Shaka mounted her. “Let’s show him how it’s done, dearest.”

“Hmmmph,” Obe snorted, flexing his groin and slapping his stallionhood to his belly. “Don’t worry, Mac, I’ll be sure to give you a proper rutting once he’s finished.”

Rearing up and shuffling forward, the older stallion placed his forehooves on her shoulders and presented his endowment. Pinned between the duo of godly studs, breathing in their scent, she locked her legs and braced for the inevitable. There may have been some tension between the pair of stallions, a subtle jockeying for dominance, but that wasn’t her concern. In that moment, gradually succumbing to a rut-lust, the only thing she cared about was being filled.

Acting in near perfect tandem, Shaka and Obe sheathed themselves in her. Her supple pucker yielded to her lover’s shaft with no resistance, while her throat embraced the mature stud’s length. This was what she was made for, being a pair of warm, welcoming holes for stallions, and the sensation of their hot, thick cocks within her was beyond gratifying.

Putting her tongue and ass to work, she pleasured the pair like the fanatical devotee she was. She could feel the flow of her milk increasing to a steady spray, pattering to the floor and joining the spunk dangling from her cage, while the father and son gradually increased the speed and force of their thrusts. If the two zebras were having some sort of a competition, each trying to outdo the other, she was loving every second of it.

“I was - Huff - just telling her that I should sire my next foal with her,” Obe grunted, driving his medial ring past her lips.

Undeterred, giving a particularly brutal thrust, Shaka growled. “That’s assuming I don’t put another foal in her belly as soon as she has my son or daughter…”

The mention of being immediately impregnated after giving birth sent her mind reeling. She hadn’t openly confessed how much she’d enjoyed being pregnant with anypony, not even Shaka, but he seemed to be just as eager to knock her up as she was to become a foal-factory. Driven to the very cusp of another climax, she was unable to keep herself from trembling with excitement.

“I think she liked that,” Obe muttered under his breath.

“Of course she did,” Shaka mused, “she wants my foals.”

The elder stallion hilted his shaft in her snout and ground her nose against the fleshy folds of his sheath. “We’ll see about that…”

Obe’s challenge didn’t go unanswered. Beating his hips against the soft pillows of her rear, crushing her p-spot, Shaka flew into a frenzy - a frenzy his father quickly mirrored. What little self-composure she had was erased outright, leading to her choking around one stallionhood while the second fucked the cum out of her. She’d gladly give both Shaka and his dad heirs, provided they could strike an accord - if not, she’d freely give her baby-bakery to whomever was tenacious enough to claim her.

As she endured one orgasm after another, each being more powerful than the last, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. While Obe was considerate enough to let her catch the periodic breath, he was still just as savage as his son. Fantasizing about what her life could be if either of the studs kept their promise, her thoughts grew hazy.

She could practically envision herself in a quaint little home, listening to her progeny scampering about cheerfully, while she prepared a meal for her family. In the grand scheme of things, it didn’t matter all that much where she eventually settled down or which stallion took ownership of her, because she felt certain that either Shaka or Obe would give her what she craved - a stud to worship and an endless supply of foal-batter to keep her gravid.

Feeling what remained of herself, the stallion she had been, slipping away, she relinquished everything she once was. The threshold she crossed, of surrendering herself to her lecherous wants, was cathartic in the extreme. Even if she did lose Shaka or Obe, she’d find a way to serve stallions however she could.

Pride and self-restraint were abstract concepts, things of a bygone era, yet being freed from them was a release. She could do anything she wanted, from whoring her body to eke out a living to settling down with a dominant male as his sex slave, and there was nothing and nopony in the world to stop her. Heedless and hopefully uncaring of her aspirations, the two zebras pounded into her like the absolute beasts they were.

What felt like eons passed, every drop of her impotent seed was forced from her body, and her eyes glazed over, until Obe sheathed himself in her maw and gave a viscous roar. The weight and heat of his cum settling in her stomach overshadowed the burning of her air-starved lungs, making her abdomen distend more than it already was. Shaka followed suit moments later, snarling as he hilted her rear and flooded her with his essence.

It was only when the duo were finished, slick with sweat and heaving air into their chests, did they finally dismount her. She gazed into the distance, leaking thick, virile jizz from her gaped, cavernous ass and slack jaw, and stood statuesque until a striped face trotted into view. Though she knew she was looking at either Shaka or Obe, her lust-addled brain, at that juncture, couldn’t distinguish one from another.

“I think we broke her,” one stallion croaked.

The second, the one standing before her, caressed her cheek and wearily beamed. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. She just needs a bit of time to recover.”

“E…eeeyup,” she rasped, gulping down the remnants of cum in her mouth.

Mindlessly stumbling away to the nearest bathroom, she moved in a drunken stupor. Something had changed, it felt like she was missing some fundamental part of herself, though that wasn’t important. She had two hungry studs to feed, a mess to clean up, and there were chores to do - further still, though it may not be for some time, she was certain that it wouldn’t be long until either Shaka’s or Obe’s stallionly needs would need tending to. Trudging off to the bathroom, she went to wash herself up and make herself presentable. She had everything she could ever want, more than she’d ever dreamed of, and she was happy - truly happy to have found her place in the world…