The guest

“I can't believe she shot me down!” Shaka shouted, grabbing and throwing an empty bottle across the room.

The glass container shattered into a thousand pieces, sending shards clattering across the ground. Pound Cake stood nearby, unfazed by the projectile, merely watching as Shaka continued to break things. Until at long last the zebra fell upon his bed with a deep sigh, his entire body deflating like a spent balloon.

“What exactly happened?” Pound Cake inquired, trotting up to the end of the bed.

“Your mother. We had sex again and it was… great. Mind blowing even,” Shaka remarked. “She took so much of me that I genuinely began to worry that I may hurt her due to just how much jizz was pumped into her.”

“And?” Pound Cake pressed, doing his best not to be jealous.

“Then she said it was over, that I was going to be fired and that I need to keep my distance from you and your sister,” Shaka muttered.

“Well that won't be happening… right?” Pound Cake asked.

Shaka snorted. “I will never let you go, Pound Cake. You are mine through and through.”

The effeminate male released a small sigh. “That is good to hear. Sorry if I am being demanding but I was… worried.”

“It's fine, Pound Cake,” Shaka remarked. “I’m just angry because now I won't be able to complete my plan. Worst case scenario we’ll have to return to my little cave in the Everfree, but even then your mother would likely try to get you back, complicating the matter.”

Pound Cake hummed as he paced next to Shaka’s prone form. “I don't mean to be presumptuous my master but are you sure you are defeated?”

“I suppose there is still a chance,” Shaka admitted. “But it is slim, and would require a drastic move on our part.”

“If you were more powerful could you possibly bring her over to our way of thinking?” Pound Cake offered.

“It's… possible,” Shaka muttered, the zebra sitting upright and scratching his chin. “I could feel her will slipping away, but she never quite let go completely. Why?”

“Well you do have another iron in the fire as it were,” Pound Cake exclaimed.

Shaka’s eyes shto open and he sat upright on his bed. “Pound Cake you’re a genius!’

“Thank you master,” Pound Cake muttered, the male shaking from the compliment alone.

Shaka rose up from the bed and began to slowly trot across the room. “It is time to bring your sister into the fold. With her submission I will hopefully have the strength to convince your mother to join her children in servitude.”

“Is Pumpkin ready for such a leap?” Pound Cake inquired.

“She was close,” Shaka replied, a hoof scratching his chin. “I planned to work on her a few more times before finally popping the question as it were, but that is no longer feasible.”

“She seems to really like you, master,” Pound Cake offered.

“She does,” Shaka admitted, the zebra stopping to glance down at his pet. “We will have to move up the timetable, and rework my plans somewhat.”

“Just tell me what needs to be done, master!” Pound Cake happily exclaimed.

“You will need to take a bigger role as well,” Shaka muttered, his mind elsewhere. “I’ll also need to distract your mother somehow, as she will be wary of any extended interactions we have.”

“I assume she's busy at the moment?” Pound Cake asked.

Shaka grunted. “I told her we needed more ingredients for tomorrow.”

“Ah,” Pound Cake murmured.

Shaka nodded slowly and began to pace once more. “I don't know how I’m going to be able to get everything else ready while also getting your mother out of the house for a few hours.”

“What about a forged letter? Perhaps we could say that Carrot Cake requires her presence in Canterlot for some reason,” Pound Cake offered.

“Possible,” Shaka replied. “Though that would be a difficult sell as Carrot is already on his way back and if we raise her suspicions even a tiny bit it will be much harder to bring her over to our side.”

“Perhaps some third party then? Like an old friend of hers who you could talk into distracting mom,” Pound Cake continued.

Shaka nodded slowly and deliberately. “I like it, though I don't have quite enough information on her circle of friends. There is one person I could call in.”

“Oh, who is that?” Pound Cake asked curiously.

“Zecora! I’ve come to bargain with you!” Shaka shouted as he pounded his hoof against the other zebra’s front door.

Shaka took a step back, and waited as patiently as he could, a task made difficult by the embarrassment coursing through him. Asking for help was not something he ever enjoyed doing, especially when he was asking a fellow practitioner of the darker arts. His only hope was that the other zebra had grown soft due to her years long exposure to the ponies harmonious nature.

Looking up, Shaka busied himself by inspecting Zecora’s home, noting that there were many charms and wards covering its exterior. Such potent magic could keep out an entire army while also being completely unnoticible to all save for those trained to spot them. To all others, the numerous masks, beads and symbols were just a potent warning to keep your distance.

“Who is knock knock, knocking on my door?” Zecora shouted from inside. “It had better not be another bore.”

The heavy oaken portal opened wide, revealing a sweat stained Zecora standing in the entryway. Behind her, visible for only a few seconds, were a trio of young ponies, each one of which were extremely heavy with child. And not just a single foal either by the looks of it but up to four or maybe even five given how low the white one’s belly hung.

Then Zecora pulled the door partially closed, and glared at the male.

“My apologies,” Shaka began somewhat shakily. “I was hoping to speak to you, if you have a moment to spare.”

“The moments I have are winding down so hurry up before I send you back to town,” Zecora spat.

“Right. I’ll cut to the chase then,” Shaka muttered, drawing himself up to his full height. “Your charms are legend back home, and your experience with the ponies of Ponyville is considerable.”

“You had better pick up the pace, or it will be you who my dogs do chase,” Zecora interrupted.

“R-right,” Shaka cleared his throat. “I was hoping to enter into a bargain with you, Zecora.”

The female’s eyebrow rose. “Well go on young one. I have much that needs to be done.”

“My plans to ensnare and enslave the Cake family have hit a roadblock. All I need is some time to work my magic without the presence of Cup Cake however,” Shaka began. “As such I was hoping you could provide a distraction for me.”

“And what pray tell would I get in return? I doubt from you there is much to learn,” Zecora replied, the mare clearly intrigued yet was still guarded.

Shaka briefly considered attempting to blackmail her, or tell everyone of what he had seen here but discarded that idea. Any attempt at blackmail would quickly backfire, especially if it came down to his word against her own. As she was a trusted member of the community while he was a strange temporary worker who had made more enemies than friends.

“I have mastered the technique of Varin-ya,” Shaka exclaimed.

Zecora seemed genuinely surprised for a moment before quickly stifflign her curiosity. “That is indeed a quite rare skill, though I will need more still.”

Shaka ground his teeth together, well aware that such an ability was worth a considerable amount more than a simple distraction. Still, he was depserate, and failure now would mean over a year of planning wasted. Something which Shaka would never allow to happen.

“What is it you want?” Shaka muttered, shoulders slumping in defeat.

“As is custom I will take what you know, but that is not all though,” Zecora began. “From the profits of the bakery I want a cut. It is bits I want, not a gut. For ten years you will give some to me. And in return I will give unto thee. The Cake family, all three.”

Shaka was about to angrily agree to the terms but was interrupted when Zecora raised a hoof.

“There is one last task which I will ask of you. And it has to do with Cup Cake’s boo,” Zecora continued.

“What exactly did you have in mind for Carrot?” Shaka asked.

“I want your help to drive him mad, do that and I will be most glad,” Zecora finished, smiling widely.

“I hold no qualms with that final bit, though I’m curious as to your reasons,” Shaka offered.

“Before I met my cute sweetie Belle, that male did make my life a hell,” Zecora explained. “His words like venom spread from house to house, like some manner of quick legged diseased mouse. His hatred for our kind was blatant and bold. So I want him to suffer a fate most cold.”

Shaka chuckled. “That is acceptable. Though this seems rather steep.”

“That it may seem, my young friend, but it is not you who's getting the short end,” Zecora replied. “You will give life, while also twisting the knife.”

“Perhaps in time this arrangement could become something more. I would love to learn of your charms,” Shaka offered.

“In the future we will see, though pardon me if I don't offer you tea,” Zecora replied.

“In time I believe a mutual understanding could be achieved, though for now let us settle our current business,” Shaka declared.

“Of that I agree. First we must deal with your plea,” Zecora stated, her posture relaxing somewhat as she leaned against the doorjam.

“Obviously I have laid claim to the twins and Cup,” Shaka began, his gaze narrowing.

Zecora snorted dismissively. “My hooves, they are full. No shenanigans will I pull.”

“As such I just want Cup Cake out of the house for an evening. How you do so without drawing any attention is up to you of course,” Shaka exclaimed.

Zecora nodded and rubbed her chin. “I have several tricks up my sleeve and plans which I may weave.”

“Excellent,” Shaka stuck out his hoof. “Then I believe all we need to do is shake on it.”

Zecora clopped her hoof against the offered limb, sharing a smile with the other zebra.

“Before you go, a question please. What drew you through these dreadful trees?” Zecora asked, gesturing to the Everfree around them.

“Was it the twins, the business, or a broken home? Or perhaps you simply no longer want to roam,” Zecora theorized.

“If you’re wondering if my aspirations are greater than just the Cake family then you need not worry. I’ve been poor, I’ve been hungry, I’ve been alone. I just want all that to change and not come back,” Shaka answered.

Zecora smiled and nodded knowingly. “Perhaps there is something in common between you and I. You don't seem as stuck up or conceited as every other guy.”

“I try not to be,” Shaka replied, giving the mare a small nod before turning away.

As the male trotted into the woods, Zecora remained at her door, her gaze fixed on the shadow Shaka had disappeared into. She was joined a few seconds later by a rather sheepish looking Sweetie Belle who awkwardly trundled up to the entrance.

“Were sorry he saw us. Apple Bloom was having a little trouble,” Sweetie Belle murmured.

“It is no problem at all, my pet. Please do not fret. That male might be a fool but he is definitely not cruel,” Zecora exclaimed, turning back to the heavily pregnant young mare with a smile on her face. “Gather the others with foal, I want you all to worship my pole.”

“Yes, my mistress,” Sweetie Belle dutifully replied.

Shaka paced back and forth in front of his bed at a slow, steady pace. His gaze drifted over the few bits of shattered glass he had yet to clean up, and though tempted, he didn't bother doing so. His mind was too occupied with his plan, and how it now hinged completely on another dark practitioner.

He wondered if Zecora was going to try to use him, or trick him in some way. His technique was rare and valuable though, meaning that if she were going to stab him in the back it wouldn't be until after she had learned it. With that bitter yet calming thought in mind, Shaka turned towards the exit, his irritability prompting him to move.

Pound Cake had yet to seek him out, meaning Cup Cake had yet to leave, and though he knew it wasn't advisable, Shaka was too antsy to stop himself from leaving. He needed to be doing something, anything, even if that meant scrubbing the floors or helping cash out the register.

Putting one hoof in front of the other, Shaka made his way swiftly up the stairs and out into the back alley. From there it took only a few steps until he reached the back door and was in the kitchen. Though intent on heading to the front to check on how everything was going, Shaka barely made it a few steps before he was interrupted.

“Ahh Shaka, there you are. Wonderful timing,” Cup Cake exclaimed, the mare having appeared at the bottom of the stairs leading to the second floor.

“Oh, what did you need?” Shaka replied.

Cup Cake winced. “I hate to ask this of you especially given… well I need someone to look after the bakery for a little bit.”

Shaka took some silent joy at how awkward and forced the pony was, though he didn't revel in that for long. Pushing such thoughts from his mind, Shaka reminded himself that soon she would be completely under his thrall. When that happened this would be nothing more than a tiny speed bump. Something to laugh at after Cup Cake had shackled herself to Shaka’s will.

“For how long?” Shaka replied with a placating smile.

“Not long I think. Until tomorrow afternoon maybe?” Cup Cake replied.

“Off to see Carrot, I presume?” Shaka offered, hoping to tease out an answer.

“It's the strangest thing,” Cup Cake began. “Apparently the cutie map has called both Zecora and myself to manehatten for some urgent mission.”

Shaka resisted the urge to act surprised, though internally he was both impressed and a little shocked. To have such pull over even the elements of harmony was not something to be scoffed at, nevermind Twilight Sparkle herself. Keeping his face carefully neutral, Shaka smiled and nodded plainly.

“Then you had better get moving. You wouldn't want to leave such an emergency undealt with for long,” Shaka replied.

“I suppose,” Cup Cake muttered. “I just assumed that the map was no longer active given how long it has been since I’ve heard of someone going on one of these missions.”

“This must be very serious,” Shaka reasoned aloud.

Cup Cake nodded. “I suppose it must. Let us hope I’m up to the task.”

“I’m sure you will be,” Shaka exclaimed.

“Thank you Shaka. Take good care of the place,” Cup Cake called, hefting her saddlebags higher on her back before trotting out the door.

Pound Cake deftly slipped in from the front half of the store, trotting eagerly up to the other stallion.

“So. What's the plan?” Pound Cake asked in a low tone.

“Simple,” Shaka began. “We wait until the end of the day, get your sister to join us in your parents room, and have a little fun.”

“Together?” Pound Cake asked.

Shaka nodded. “Together.”

“Sooo…” Pumpkin Cake murmured as she glanced from her brother to Shaka and back again. “Why exactly are we standing in my parents room again?”

“Because we are going to have a little family bonding experience, dear sister,” Pound Cake replied.

“Err okay?” muttered the mare.

“With your mom gone we can do whatever we want, so we figured something enjoyable was in order,” Shaka declared, hopping onto the bed.

“But why is my brother here?” Pumpkin Cake demanded, jabbing a hoof at the stallion in question.

“You don't mind if he watches, right?” Shaka casually remarked.

“Well I…” Pumpkin Cake murmured.

“I’ll just be observing. Come on Pumpkin, don't make it weird,” Pound Cake pressed.

“Look, I just don't know why you want this all of a sudden,” Pumpkin snapped.

“Well Pound Cake heard about our little relationship, and was feeling jealous. Isn't that right Pound Cake?” Shaka stated.

Pound Cake bobbed his head eagerly. “I have a bit of a crush on your boyfriend, and wanted to be a part of the fun.”

“M-my boyfriend?” Pumpkin exclaimed in shock, her eyes widening. “I suppose you being here wouldn't be too bad. No touching though, Shaka is all mine!”

“Of course. I know better than to come between you and something sweet,” Pound Cake remarked with a giggle.

“Just relax. This is all totally normal back home,” Shaka began. “Besides, it's just for this one time.”

“I suppose one time couldn't hurt,” Pumpkin all but whispered to herself, the mare pausing to breathe deeply of Shaka’s scent. “So long as it's with you.”

“Just focus on me and you’ll soon forget Pound Cake’s even here,” Shaka whispered, beckoning the mare with a hoof.

“Okay Shaka. I can do that,” Pumpkin Cake exclaimed.

The mare trotted over to the bed, and clambered on top, eying her brother cautiously as she did so. The stallion didn't move however, merely remaiuning next to the bedside table, a soft, pliant smile on his face. Putting her brother’s presence from her mind, Pumpkin Cake looked down to find that Shaka was reclining with his back to the head board.

“You want me on top?” Pumpkin Cake asked.

“You don't mind, do you?” Shaka replied, gesturing to his semi flaccid cock. “I’m just a little tired at the moment but I’m sure I’ll find my second wind in a few minutes.”

“I suppose,” Pumpkin Cake murmured.

“Think of it like a test,” Shaka exclaimed.

“How so?” Pumpkin countered.

“To see if your skills are up to snuff, duh,” Pound Cake interrupted, leaning on the edge of the bed. “I could take that fat cock with ease, but can you?”

“I can, and have before!” Pumpkin Cake declared.

“Then prove it,” Shaka countered. “But remember, this is a two parter. First you have to get me hard.”

“Just pretend it's a big, fat lollipop,” Pound Cake added, popping his lips and flashing his sister a smirk.

Pumpkin snorted. “I’ll show you,” she muttered.

Hastily crawling her way up to the stallion’s crotch, Pumpkin Cake paused only briefly to inhale a lungful of delicious musk. Doing so always gave her an odd sense of confidence, and a deep burning need that was impossible to extinguish. Without of course stuffing herself silly with zebra jizz, and fulfilling her partner’s every desire to the letter.

For a moment her imagination nearly got away with her, but Pumpkin reigned in that urge and focused on the task before her. First thing was first, she needed to get closer, and wrap her lips around that remarkably fat cock waiting for her. To that end she started to shift further up, a hungry glint in her eye, and a deep yearning growing in her belly.

“Go on, taste that fat fucking cock,” Pound Cake urged.

“Quit interrupting me so I can,” Pumpkin Cake shot back.

“Girls, please,” Shaka urged. “Pound Cake, quit antagonizing your sister. Pumpkin, stay focused and ignore him.”

Pumpkin Cake was about to make some angry retort, but bit back that urge the second she caught another whiff of zebra dick. Thankfully Pound Cake didn't press things any further, merely sharing a smile with their mutual partner. Who laid back, forelegs laying slack at his sides as he gazed down at Pumpkin Cake as she moved closer.

Her nostrils flared, her mouth salivated, and with a gentle caress of her hoof, she brought the tip of his cock to her lips. Only to immediately be surprised, her eyes widening when she realized just how thick Shaka’s cock had become. It was almost too wide for her mouth, and she had to open her jaw as wide as possible just to get it inside.

The second she accomplished this, the mare released a soft sigh, and wiggled forwards on the bed. Now in prime position to continue, she ran her tongue around Shaka’s cock, slurping up any errant pre and swallowing it. After making sure the thick appendage was well lubricated, Pumpkin Cake pushed onwards, swallowing several inches.

“Come on Pumpkin, you can do it,” Pound Cake whispered.

Pumpkin grunted, doing her best to ignore her brother’s presence and his words of encouragement. Focusing utterly on Shaka’s dick, Pumpkin Cake forced herself deeper, crawling up the bed as she swallowed more of him. She tried to move quickly, but it was difficult to do given just how large her partner’s appendage had become.

Where before it gave some minor difficulty, but was easily taken within only a few seconds, now it was giving Pumpkin some trouble. It was just so thick that its passage flattened her tongue, and filled her mouth to the point that there wasn't any room left. When finally it hit the back of her throat, Pumpkin’s mouth had become just another hole for Shaka to fuck, and nothing more.

“There's so much left, hurry up,” Pound Cake urged.

Pound Cake wanted to tell him to shut up, or at least to stop distracting her, but she couldn't exactly do that with a mouth full of dick. Worse still, he didn't stop at just verbally egging her on, as his hooves gripped the back of her head and began to push. The movement caught her off guard and she couldn't even react before over a half dozen inches of zebra cock rammed down her throat.

The sudden penetration left Pumpkin Cake reeling, and only Shaka’s medial ring stopped her from getting any deeper. That fat lump of flesh bumped against her lips, and gave her a moment to gather herself and ascertain just how far she had gone. An assessment which wasn't easily done with only her eyes, as there was a surprising amount of dick left unsucked.

Yet despite that fact Pumpkin Cake felt as though her throat had been completely stuffed full. Not only that but breathing was difficult, and the head of his cock was resting at the entrance to her stomach. Pumpkin Cake knew that was impossible, but just the mere thought excited her for reasons she couldn't quite put to words.

“Not bad, but you got a lot further to go,” Pound Cake exclaimed.

This time when he pushed on the back of Pumpkin’s head she was ready for him. Rather than fight however, she opened her mouth wider still, causing her jaw to creak and her throat to tighten. The effort was herculean, but brief, and soon Pumpkin felt herself get almost completely impaled on Shaka’s cock.

The sensation of fullness was immense, and nearly all consuming. Pumpkin’s loins trembled, her pussy spasmed, and mare cum dribbled from between her legs in a slow trickle. The pleasure was immediate, and so powerful that she didn't even notice how hard it was to breath.

There was only her, and the dick occupying mouth, as well as the complete entirety of her throat. Empowerment raged against a growing urge to submit, leaving Pumpkin so awash in conflicting feelings that she could do nothing. Save to lay there, eyes rolling around in their sockets as she tried and failed to get a handle on herself.

“Great job Pumpkin. Shaka’s as hard as a rock!” Pound Cake cheered.

Pumpkin blinked, and glanced down to find that she had crawled forward without even thinking. With those last few inches of zebra cock stuffed into her, she had taken everything he had to offer. The effect had been immediate, and Pumpkin Cake could feel Shaka’s cock twitch inside of her.

“Now come on back and ride that big boy,” Pound Cake encouraged, the stallion gazing down at the bulge clearly visible in his sister’s stomach.

Something about the stallion’s words emboldened Pumpkin, and she began to quickly crawl backwards. Simply pulling her head back wasn't an option after all, as he was too big and too deep. Doing so would hurt them both, which meant that she had to take her time and extricate his cock patiently.

A process which she found aggravating, as the mare wanted nothing more than to fill her womb with zebra jizz. The mere thought of feeling her belly grow full, and hot with her partner’s spunk made cunt ache to be filled.

With a pop, the unflared head of Shaka’s cock emerged from Pumpkin Cake’s lips, a sheen of spit covering his now hard length. The sight of which made Pumpkin Cake’s eyes grow wider still, and a tiny bit of fear to settle in the pit of her stomach. He was just so… huge, that she wondered if he would even fit inside of her delicate flower.

It wouldn't be so delicate after he was done with her, though that didn't bother the pony one bit. He was hers, and if being Shaka’s partner meant having her hole ruined for any potential lover then she would just have to accept that.

Pumpkin Cake gasped for air, filling her lungs quickly and efficiently before shakily standing up. She then trotted further up the bed, her body hovering over Shaka’s larger, more dominant form. He even felt domineering to the mare, even while she was standing astride his torso.

She didn't think about that for long, and swiftly began to lower herself down, hooves settling into comfortable positions.

“Mmm I can't wait to feel you inside me again,” Pumpkin Cake murmured.

“And I can't wait to stuff you full of my seed,” Shaka hissed.

The words sent a bolt of lightning up Pumpkin’s spine and she couldn't help but move a little faster.

“Allow me,” offered Pound Cake.

Before Pumpkin could ask what her brother meant, she felt Shaka’s tip rest against the lips of her pussy. A small part of her mind told Pumpkin that this was at least a little weird, if not outright wrong but she ignored that. Shaka wanted Pound Cake here, and so long as the feminine stallion didn't get in the way, then Pumpkin wouldn't mind.

Such considerations melted away the second he felt Shaka’s slick tip begin to press inside of her. The sensation was familiar, almost routine at this point, yet with his strangely improved cock it felt new and different. It was like she was losing her virginity all over again, which was a thought that only turned Pumpkin Cake on even more.

Giving Shaka her every first wasn't enough, not her virginity, not her first kiss, or being penetrated in either of her other holes. She wanted to give him more, to give him something only she could, yet Pumpkin didn't know what that was. In time that would change, but for now she just wanted to ride him hard and give him the best orgasm her body could possibly give.

With a grunt, she threw herself back, pushing through the wave of pain and discomfort which came from being stretched so wide. She didn't care, nor did she care that her body was struggling to accommodate over half of his length. Pumpkin merely focused, and urged her body to relax, or at least she tried to anyway.

Shaka grunted, his face twisting up as she felt the vice-like grip of Pumpkin’s pussy wrap around his cock. To say it was tight would be an understatement, but the zebra wasn't concerned, as he could take it. Pumpkin Cake however, that was a little more up in the air, and he didn't want to break her, at least not completely.

“Relax sister, breathe in, and out,” Pound Cake whispered.

The stallion suddenly appeared behind Pumpkin, his hooves caressing her back, and circling her shoulders. Pumpkin want to dismiss him, and tell her brother to go away, but his efforts were working. Her body relaxed, her spine tingled, and she felt her cunt mold itself around the zebra’s thick shaft.

It was like her body was being remade, altered once more, and created into a more fitting partner. The sensation was incredible, and all at once Pumpkin accepted her brother’s presence completely. Even when his hooves began to gently press against her shoulders, driving her deeper on Shaka’s length.

“That's a good girl. Take all of the master's cock. Just like that,” Pound Cake whispered.

“Feels so good,” Pumpkin Cake muttered dreamily.

“Mmm I know. Just wait until you feel his balls rest against your ass,” Pound Cake whispered.

Pumpkin wanted to ask her brother how he knew what that was like, but couldn't manage to utter a sound. Save for a dull, low moan that spilled from her lips.

Shaka smiled as she watched the twins begin to work together in order to take the entirety of his monster cock. Pound Cake massaged his sister’s shoulders while the mare did her best to relax her body, and allow herself to stretch around his length. It was a quick process, though it still left Shaka with plenty of time to simply lay there and enjoy the view.

He could see and feel their connection strengthening, not only that but he could feel Pumpkin’s admiration for him spiking. A few honeyed words from Pound Cake and the girl’s lust flared to new hites, with most of it being directed at the zebra himself. The last little bit that wasn't made Shaka curious, but he chose not to explore that particular aspect at the moment.

He had a beautiful mare riding him, and he simply wanted to bask in the pleasure of that moment. The tight, yet quickly loosening sensation of her pussy, and the way his bulge traveled further up her body. It was delicious, but not quite as delicious as the pained, yet pleasurable expression on Pumpkin’s face.

It was perfect, and made only sweeter by Pound Cake’s hungry eyes which bored constantly down at the zebra. Confidence returned to the stallion, and he began to feel as though his plan was about to work. All he needed to do was give Pumpkin one final push and the power of her submission would be all his.

A simple nod to Pound Cake was all it took to signal that the last part of their plan was soon to reach fruition. The feminine stallion smiled, and returned the nod, his hooves positioning over his sister’s shoulders. Then with one final, firm shove, Shaka’s cock had plunged all the way into Pumpkin’s pussy, spearing her on its length.

The mare gasped in shock, her eyes opening wide as her mouth hung open.

She was full, no she was beyond full. She had been stretched beyond what she would have believed possible. Yet here she was, with the biggest cock she had ever seen currently stufed completely inside of her. It was beyond imagining, yet with each tiny twitch of his dick Pumpkin was reminded that this was real life.

“Feels good doesn't it,” Pound Cake whispered, the male leaning down and running his hoof over the large, noticeable bulge in Pumpkin’s midsection. “I bet our master’s cock is sitting right at the entrance to your womb.”

Pumpkin couldn't mutter an agreement, she couldn't even nod her head. All she was capable of was a slightly wet grunt of affirmation.

“And soon he’s going to fill that pretty little belly of yours with so much zebra jizz,” Pound Cake continued, his hooves pressing down on the tip of Shaka’s dick. “Make sure to take it all. You wouldn't want to disappoint him now would you?”

With those final words resonating in Pumpkin’s head, she threw herself into the act with such gusto that she startled her brother. Her hips flexed, her legs pushed and she all but leapt up, only to slam back down a moment later. Reconnecting with a solid thwap of flesh meeting flesh, Pumpkin was imapled once more.

Using strength she didn't know she had, the mare began to jump up and down. Pulling all but a few inches from her cloying depths, she began to ride the zebra at a breakneck pace. She knew she wouldn't be able to keep up such a speed for long, but she didn't care one bit.

“I’m so proud of you,” Pound Cake exclaimed. “Keep it up. Work that cock!”

Pumpkin grunted, her hooves twitching as she grappled with the compliment. It was a small thing, but it alleviated the already enthralling sex into a whole new category. Something about Pound Cake just being there was tantalizing, and Pumpkin almost wished that he would do more.

As if reading her thoughts, Pound Cake leaned forward, and wrapped a hoof around her midsection. Without breaking stride, the feminine stallion began to move in sync with his sister, offering her what aid he could. It wasn't much, but his mere presence, and soft, gentle touch was enough to empower the mare to even greater heights.

Her muscles flexed, her already tight pussy grew tighter still, the hole rippling along Shaka’s length. The physical sensations were amazing, but Shaka was truly captivated by the sight before him.

Or more specifically the way that Pound Cake pressed himself tight against his sibling’s back. It almost looked like the diminutive stallion was fucking Pumpkin alongside his master but Shaka knew that was impossible. The angle was wrong, and not only that but Pound Cake was incapable of getting hard anymore. He was a fuck hole, a toy, and a cum dump for the zebra, nothing more.

“Damn this is hot,” Shaka muttered.

If the twins were even capable of hearing the zebra they would have agred, but they were too lost in their own world. There was only the soft caress of Pound Cake’s hoof as it traveled across his sister’s chest. The occasional drip of sweat which fell from one of them and landed on the other. Pumpkin’s hot breath tickled Pound Cake’s cheek, and in turn Pound Cake breathed right back.

Together the twins inhaled Shaka’s potent scent, filling their lungs with the strong, masculine musk of a true alpha. Both wanted nothing more than to bathe in that smell forever, and revel in it for the rest of their lives. It was somehow as captivating, and addicting as the raw physicality of the rough bout of intercourse all three were now a part of.

“You’r so beautiful Pumpkin. I’m almost a little jealous,” Pound Cake whispered. “I’d love nothing more than to be able to bear our master’s foals.”

Pumpkin had long since stopped caring about the odd way her brother referred to Shaka. She barely even noticed the reverent tone of voice he took, or the reference to foals. Especially that last one.

Foals, the word had ignited a spark in the mare, and she pushed herself even faster then before. Her muscles flexxed , and she began to push herself harder, all but jumping up and down on the bed. The aged furniture squeaked, her legs began to burn, and her pussy trembled under the intense abuse she was putting it through.

Pumpkin Cake didn't care. Not about her legs, or her pussy, or her body in general. All she had was his, and if he enjoyed ruining her, then she enjoyed it by mere extension.

“Faster, faster, your getting so close aren't you,” Pound Cake asked, his lips pressed tight against Pumpkin’s ear. “You can feel it coming, but you know you can't finish.”

“Not without Shaka, not without… master,” Pumpkin finished, a glazed expression crossing her face.

Shaka grinned from ear to ear, and though tempted to offer some words of encouragement, he resisted. This was no longer even about him, this was between the twins, and Shaka had absolute confidence in his pet.

“That's right., he's our master, and we are his pets,” Pound Cake pressed.

“Pets,” Pumpkin murmured between bounces.

“You can hold out a little longer can't you? It wouldn't be right if you finished before he did,” Pound Cake continued.

Pumpkin Cake grunted, biting down on her bottom lip in a bid to hold off the ever present wave of pleasure.

Her internal muscles flexed, her hooves started to tremble, but Pumpkin resisted. With her gaze fixed on her brother’s soft, alluring eyes, Pumpkin fought back with all her might. Her orgasm stopped dead in its ttracks, sitting just within reach, yet not quite there.

She was a toy, an object, a thing to satiate Shaka’s desires and in that moment Pumpkin felt exactly like that. Her entire body had been made to serve him, and now she was almost there. With this final act of devotion she would seal the deal and be made a true servant, or at least close to one anyway.

Some small part of her held out, not in resistance, but rather it latched onto Pound Cake, and his adorable face. She didn't even question why he had suddenly become so much more feminine, it was fitting. Shaka had probably willed it after all, and beyond that it suited Pound Cake. Almost as much as having her pussy ruined suited Pumpkin Cake.

Thankfully for Pumpkin’s sake, she could feel Shaka begin to draw close to the end. His cock twitched more erraticly, his jaw tightened, and his balls started to churn with seed. Yet Pumpkin Cake didn't look down at him, but rather she stared into the gentle brown orbs of his brother.

Within those twin pools she saw complete devotion, and she yearned to feel the exact same way.

“I’m coming,” Shaka muttered.

In an instant Pound Cake took over, dragging Pumpkin down to the bed and forcing every last inch of Shaka’s cock into her. A hoof wrapped up and across her chest, keeping Pumpkin’s body locked there. She wouldn't have tried to move regardless, but feeling that close embrace as her orgasm rose was enough to make Pumpkin Cake do something she had never imagined before.

She leaned in, and planted a kiss on her brother’s lips. This was no chaste embrace however, this was passionate, erotic, and contained all the lust built up over the last ten minutes. Pound Cake didn't hesitate, and merely kissed the other pony back while rubbing the bulge in her midsection.

He felt Shaka’s flare as it spread wide, opening Pumpkin’s womb to the torrent of seed destintied for it. Mere milliseconds later and this promise was fulfilled, as a tidal wave of zebra cum shot into her depths. Yet even Pumpkin Cake’s stomach began to bulge, and her womb was stuffed well past capacity, she didn't look down at him.

Her gaze remained fixed on Pound Cake’s, who returned the affection whole heartedly. Their tongues brushed against one another, darting back and forth from their mouths to the other. Though dominance was shared, they didn't break away from one another, not even for a minute.

Only when Shaka’s balls had finished churning, and his body began to relax did Pumpkin pull back. Gasping for breath, she was amazed, not only for the actions she had taken while in the throws of passion but from how full she felt. Not only had she came harder than ever before, but she was also so stuffed with jizz that she looked and felt pregnant.

“Woah,” Pumpkin murmured, a hoof prodding the gently sloshing belly she had just gained.

“Mmm just wait until he gives you load number two, and three, and four,” Pound Cake whispered.

“W-wait. Pound Cake! I didn't… I mean it wasn't my intention-” Pumpkin stuttered.

“Don't worry about it. I feel the same way,” Pound Cake replied, pecking the pony on the lips.

“Adorable,” Shaka exclaimed. “Do you mind?”

Pound Cake nodded. “It would be my pleasure master.”

“Oh um, what's happening?” Pumpkin asked, the pony attempting to stand only for her legs to give out from beneath her.

“Relax, just sit right there,” Shaka murmured in a low tone.

The zebra’s gentle hoof guided Pumpkin down so she was resting on her lover’s crotch, a pillow between her head and Shaka’s chest.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“No problem dear,” Shaka whispered. “Though as much as I wish to let you lay there and recover your strength I need to ask you something.”

“Anything,” Pumpkin whispered huskily.

“Would you bear my foals?” Shaka asked.

“Yes! I mean this is so sudden, and I had hoped to be married first but yes!” Pumpkin cried.

“That's wonderful to hear,” Shaka replied.

Pumpkin frowned. “But I’m not in heat, nor will I be for months.”

“I have something for that,” Shaka exclaimed, glancing at Pound Cake.

Who approached the bed with a steaming cup of tea in one hoof.

“Here you are,” he offered.

Pumpkin Cake took the mug and looked at it curiously. “Will this make me… you know?” she asked, glancing down at Shaka.

Who nodded.

There were no further questions that needed to be asked, nor answers given and she eagerly gulped down the liquid. Even the slight burning of the still hot water couldn't stop her from downing every last bit of it. When its contents were gone, Pumpkin released a long sigh, her body shuddering as its effects already began to take hold.

“What's next?” she asked.

“Next we get married,” Shaka declared.

Pumpkin’s eyes opened wide. “Really?”

“Really, but it is a zebra custom,” Shaka cautioned.

“I don't care what custom it is lets do it!” Pumpkin shouted.

“Good, now wait just a moment,” Shaka warned.

The zebra’s eyes closed, and after a moment of nothing happening, a sudden fog appeared all around them. His hoof grabbed hers, gripping it so tightly that Pumpkin knew that she would never be able to escape. Though She would have never tried, as her gaze had latched onto Shaka’s own the moment his eyes opened.

“You are adrift on the winds of fate, daughter of Cake,” Shaka began, his voice reaching an unnutarally deep tone. “You have been searching for meaning for a long time, and soon your long hunt shall be over.”

Pound Cake held his breath while Pumpkin continued to stare silently into Shaka’s swirling eyes.

“When this ritual is complete you will know what you were meant to do. You will know your place in this world, and you will have gained a companion who will be with you for the rest of your life,” Shaka declared.

“Yes please, what do I do?” Pumpkin eagerly whispered.

Shaka smiled. “You have already given yourself to me, and become mine in both word and blood. All you must do is answer me this simple question. Are you ready to give your very soul to me?”

“Yes!” Pumpkin shouted.

“Then repeat after me,” Shaka began, clearing his throat. “I take you Shaka as my lord and master.”

“I take you, Shaka, as my lord and master,” Pumpkin Cake declared.

“I swear to accept all commands without question or hesitation,” Shaka continued.

“I swear to accept all commands without question or hesitation,” Pumpkin Cake repeated.

“I swear to serve until my dying day, and give everything I have to my new master,” Shaka pressed.

“I swear to serve until my dying day, and give everything I have to my new master,” Pumpkin Cake exclaimed, her eyes glowing the same color as Shaka’s own.

“On my honor, and my blood, do I assert that all I say is true, and that none will ever come before you,” Shaka exclaimed, his voice remaining strong as the energy swirled around them.

“On my honor, and my blood, do I assert that all I say is true, and that none will ever come before you,” Pumpkin Cake immediately repeated.

“Then it is done,” Shaka declared.

The energy flashed briefly, blinding everyone, and vanishing by the time they were able to see once more.

“I feel… wonderful,” Pumpkin whispered.

Shaka smiled as he gazed down at the mare still impaled on his cock. Every last one of her features had become more prominent, most notably her breasts, and her hips. The twin orbs had tripled in size, allowing the diminutive teets to now sit comfortably on Shaka’s crotch.

She also had the child bearing stance of a mother thrice over, and more important still were the internal changes. Shaka wasn't sure how, but he could just tell that she was now capable of bearing numerous children with remarkable ease. Her body had been made into a breeding machine, but her beauty had also been enhanced by the ritual.

Her hair was slightly longer, her features slightly softer, with her feminine charms accentuated in a strange way. Shaka struggled to think of clear exact differences, but it was obvious to any passive observer that she was prettier. Everything about her was just made even more attractive, and perfect.

“Your beautiful,” Pound Cake murmured.

“I feel like a new mare,” Pumpkin whispered in a low tone, her voice having lost some of the high pitched timbre it had a moment earlier. “I even sound different.”

“So… sultry,” Pound Cake muttered.

“And with such a wide set of hips,” Shaka pointed out. “Why I bet you could bear me a whole litter of foals at once without a problem.”

“And you could feed them all easily,” Pound Cake offered, hefting one of Pumpkin’s tits and letting it fall once more.

Pumpkin’s eyes shot open. “We must do it again. I need to make sure I’m knocked up!”

“I’m pretty sure your about as knocked up as your going to get,” Pound Cake pointed out, prodding Pumpkin’s stomach in emphasis.

“No, I need more,” Pumpkin Cake demanded.

“Woah there, your brother has been waiting patiently for a while. Why don't you give him a turn?” SHaka offered.

“You’ll fuck me again right after though, right?” Pumpkin asked in a soft, pleading tone, lip quivering.

Shaka chuckled. “Yes, of course.”

“Heck yeah! Come on little brother, help me get off so I can help you get off,” Pumpkin Cake exclaimed.

Pound Cake smiled. “Right away sister dear.”