The guest

Carrot Cake sighed after plunking down into the slightly ratty break couch he had placed in the back of Sugarcube Corner. Though the store bore the same name as the one in Ponyville, it was located in Canterlot, it was also slightly smaller. Instead of a house big enough for an entire family to live in, attached there was only a small one room bachelor pad. Thankfully for him, after the store closed he could pretend like the rest of his business was a part of his home.

“Lets see what was in the mail today,” he muttered.

Sifting through the pile of paper, Carrot Cake noticed that the majority were bills and fliers. At the bottom of them all was a letter taped to a small cardboard box simply labeled.

“To my ex husband.”

“What the fuck,” Carrot Cake muttered.

Sliding a letter opener through the top, Carrot Cake retreived the contents and read aloud.

“Dear Carrot Cake. I’m writing to inform you that I am divorcing you. Contained you will find all the necessary paperwork. I expect you will sign it quickly, or don't. I would love to face you in court. Either way, I anticipate you will mail them back soon, and in thanks for your quick response I have enclosed a gift. Enjoy,” Carrot Cake muttered.

Though he wanted to tear the letter in half, and to throw the pile of paperwork that it was attached to in the trash, he didn't. His curiosity was getting the better of him, and there was an odd scent on the breeze. One which seemed to urge him to open the package and see what was inside.

“Lets see here,” he muttered to himself.

Cutting the slim square of tape off from one end, the stallion pulled open the box and peered inside. There he found a vhs tape marked simply as ‘your just deserts’. Though ominous, it was just a tape, and not intimidating in the slightest, though the inside of the box did smell a little weird.

Brushing that strange throught aside, Carrot Cake stood up and trotted over to the small T.V sitting across from him. Pushing the tape into the attached VCR, the male pressed play, and then sat back down. He watched the screen with a strange intensity, his eyes unable to look away from the flickering black and white box.

“Is it on?” muttered an overly feminine version of Pound Cake’s voice.

“The light is on,” replied Pumpkin Cake.

“You left the cap on it,” Shaka pointed out.

Strangely enough, the sudden interruption of his most hated enemy’s voice did not bother Carrot Cake. In fact he felt completely relaxed, so much so that he couldn't even move from his spot on the couch. Not like he wanted to though, as some part of him all but demanded that he continue to watch until it was over.

“Ahh, there we are,” Cup Cake exclaimed.

A second later and the screen was no longer black, having been replaced by what looked like his old bedroom. Only now the queen sized bed had been replaced by one big enough to easily allow his entire family plus Shaka to sleep comfortably upon it. Though this information angered the hyponotized male, he was helpless to do anything but keep on watching.

“Welcome welcome Carrot Cake,” Shaka exclaimed, striding back and forth across the screen. “I hope you found somewhere comfortable to sit before the paralysis agent set in. Don't want you get a backache or something.”

Pound Cake snickered.

“A few things before we jump into it though,” Shaka continued. “You will be stuck there for about five or so hours, but the tape will be over before then. At which point it will combust, leaving no evidence behind. Oh and don't think they’ll take your word for it either, as the toxin will show up in your bloodstream as if you had been drinking heavily.”

“So don't even think of fucking with our family,” Pumpkin declared, jabbing a hoof at the screen.

“Now now Pumpkin. We don't have to worry about that now do we, master?” Cup Cake exclaimed, turning to Shaka.

“Nah. I’ve been studying him quite intensely over the last month or so just to make certain,” Shaka replied.

“Are those all the things you wanted to say? Because I really want to show off now,” Pound Cake exclaimed.

“Patience, I just had a message to deliver and then we can get things started,” Shaka answered, clearing his throat and turning to the camera. “Zecora wanted me to relay to you these words.”

The zebra cleared his throat. “You thought I wished to greet your wife with a kiss. So you met me with angry yellow piss. Now the grim specter of revenge has come to roost. And it is one of my kin who your wife was seduced.”

“Fitting,” Pumpkin remarked.

“And seduced I was,” Cup Cake purred, leaning heavily against the zebra. “There is no way I could ever go back to that limped dick ex husband of mine.”

“For more reasons than one,” Pound Cake murmured.

“Which brings us to the next part of our little event,” Shaka exclaimed, stepping aside and gesturing to the three ponies. “Now that the blurriness has cleared from Carrot’s vision, let's show him what's changed. I’m sure he's dying to see how things have been going in his absence.”

“With pleasure,” purred Pumpkin.

Who eagerly stepped to the forefront of the scene, and revealed that she was quite different then expected. For one she wore more clothes then usual, though in this instance clothes probably werent the best word for it. As the young mare wore a golden saddle rimmed with black frills, from which was attached a garterbelt that held up the long black socks.

That wasn't all she wore though, as she also had on a thick, black leather collar adorned with golden spikes. It also had a golden plaque on the front which displayed her name and the words ‘property of Shaka’ underneath. In addition her front two stockings were also a lustrous gold collar, and rose up nearly the complete length of her legs.

“Looks good on her, doesn't it?” Shaka pressed.

Carrot Cake couldn't help but agree, though he couldn't respond verbally due to his lips being locked closed.

“That's not all though. The changes are more than just skin deep, though there are plenty of superficial alterations,” Shaka explained.

Pumpkin Cake turned in place, revealing that she was wearing two final items, one of which was a black tail binding. This kept her tail permanently raised, while also displaying the very thick butt plug jammed inside of her. That wasn't the only hole to be stretched though, for as Carrot watched, he saw that his daughter’s pussy winked. When it did so, the opening widened far enough that he could see all the way to her cervix.

No normal pony could ever please her properly again. Carrot Cake realized.

But the changes continued, as Carrot noticed she wore black eyeliner, bright gold lipstick, and her mane had been done in a more aggressive style. Though more beautiful, Pumpkin Cake was also more masculine in a way, and far more dominant then the shy mare Carrot knew.

“Let's make sure he knows about the most important change,” Shaka prompted.

“Of course master,” Pumpkin replied.

She then walked closer to the camera, turned to the side and ran a hoof across her stomach for some reason. It took a moment for Carrot Cake to realize that his daughter was pregnant, and probably carrying more than one. For despite it only having been a month and half since they had last seen one another, she was already showing.

“She's carrying twins. Fitting, isn't it?” Shaka teased.

“Hmmph. Mother is carrying more,” Pumpkin declared, huffing irritably.

“It's not a competition dear,” Cup replied.

“But if it was you’d be winning,” Pumpkin shot back.

“And I would be losing,” Pound interrupted.

“Don't you worry, Pound. I’ll make sure to get those potions cooked up soon so you may experience the same joy as your sister and mother,” Shaka exclaimed.

“I look forward to it,” Pound Cake proclaimed.

“Speaking of which,” Cup offered.

“Right, which brings us to Cup, who is pregnant with not twins, not triplets, but quintuplets!” Shaka exclaimed.

Cup walked up to the camera and revealed her noticeably bulging belly, and large, milk filled teets. The pendulous orbs were cupped within a pair of lacy black lingerie which left her privates, including her nipples, exposed. But Carrot didn't even look at what she was wearing, as his ex wife’s stomach, marveling at just how big it was.

There was no doubt in the stallion’s mind that Shaka was telling the truth, it was just so large. Not only that but Cup was already producing milk, made evident by the occasional drip of white that leaked from her nipples. There were other changes as well, like how Cup seemed younger, more feminine, and was more curvacious but those were minor. Especially when they were compared to her frankly huge teets, and bulging foal filled belly.

Yet Carrot managed to look away, but only after he had been staring for almost a full minute at that point. Cup was turning in place, showing off her black lacey lingerie which hugged her form the tip of her tail to the base of her neck. Stopping only at a slim, narrow collar that displayed her name, and included the words ‘Property of Shaka’ under it like Pumpkin had.

Cup also wore stockings, though these were see through, and were held up by a frilly garter belt. The rest of the alterations were small, like how her mane was larger, she had hoop earings instead of her usual gumball shaped ones. She also wore bright white lipstick, and had white eyeshadow as well as eyeliner.

“Oh, can we do me now? Please?” Pound Cake urged.

“One last thing dear,” Cup replied, before turning and displaying her backside to the camera.

Revealing that she had a thick buzzing vibrator wedged inside her visibly stretched pussy. The earth pony’s ass was also occupied by a thick toy nearly as large as the one inside of her cunt. As Carrot watched he noticed that she was leaking, a steady stream of girl cum dripping from her aching sex.

“That's all,” Cup declared.

The older mare trotted away, and Pound Cake eagerly took her place.

“It's about time,” he declared.

Shaka chuckled. “As you can see your son is different. Though perhaps son is not the correct pronoun anymore. She sure does enjoy being called a slutty little mare cunt.”

Pound Cake moaned loudly. “Yes master, I do.”

“Lets show you off hmm,” Shaka encouraged.

“With pleasure!” Pound Cake declared.

The young stallion then stretched his long, oddly feminine, legs out like a cat after waking up from a nap. This action inadvertently displayed the tight black leather stockings he wore which went all the way up to his strangely wide hips. Connected by a garter belt that was as black as his stockings, the stallion also sported a tight chastity cage around his cock.

This small metal contraption was mostly covered by an obsidian assless thong that had bright pink bows attached to it. These pink bows also adorned his socks both back and front while also being visible in his mane. The thong grabbed Carrot’s attention however and was tight enough that Pound Cake’s dick was almost completely invisible to the passing observer. Even Carrot could barely see the small nub, making the younger stallion look like a mare.

This comparison was made even more prevalent by the thick make up he had caked across his face. Which was only partially visible, as the stallion’s mane had been straightened and hung down over one side of his face like a wedding veil. Carrot could still see the long carefully curled pink eyelashes beneath however, as well as the effeminate cotten candy eyeliner he had on.

Pound Cake also sported a pair of glossy pink lips the same color as the large bow in his mane. This hairpiece kept the stallion's long mane from getting in his face, and tied the back half into a girly ponytail. All and all, Pound Cake’s clothes, make up, and accessories combined to make him appear as more of a mare then his sister.

It was oddly arousing in Carrot’s mind, though he quickly put an end to that thought. Even still, it burned at the edge of his consciousness, reminding the stallion that it was not going to leave him any time soon.

Carrot was drawn from his thoughts when Pound turned around and revealed he had a sex toy jammed up his ass. The thing was the largest one yet, and was easily bigger then Carrot’s hoof, maybe even two of his hooves. Yet Pound walked around with an ease which suggested that this was a routine thing for the young stallion.

“Show off that belly,” Shaka encouraged.

Pound Cake giggled. “Yes of course master.”

The effeminate male then turned to the side, and ran a hoof over his belly. Which was slightly larger than normal, and was oddly jiggly for some reason. Realization struck Carrot almost immediately, and he silently gawked in a mixture of envy, and jealousy.

“This isn't even the biggest I’ve stuffed him,” Shaka exclaimed, walking up next to Pound and nipping the other male’s ear. “You should have seen him the night you left. I dumped nearly nine loads into that hungry, tight little ass of his.”

“It was one of the best nights of my life,” gushed Pound Cake. “Every moment I spend serving you is ecstasy.”

“Which reminds me,” Shaka exclaimed. “Why don't you take turns telling dear old Carrot how you plan on spending the rest of your life. Starting with Pound.”

“I wish only to serve,” Pound immediately replied, bowing slightly. “To make my holes available to my master, and to carry out his every command without question or hesitation.”

“Kiss ass,” Pumpkin shot.

“If my master wills it,” Pound replied with a smirk.

Shaka chuckled. “Pumpkin, why don't you go next.”

The young mare tossed aside her mane. “I want to carry as many of my master’s children as possible, while also making sure I milk that fat cock of his as often as possible. That's pretty much it.”

“And you, Cup? What do you hope to spend your days doing?” Shaka inquired.

“Giving birth, getting knocked up, and taking care of the many, many foals we will bear for our master,” Cup replied, smiling contentedly with a hoof wrapped around her belly. “There is no greater joy than to carry his foals, and to be made fat by his children.”

Shaka hummed contentedly while he rubbed up beside the mare. “And I promise to keep you pregnant for the rest of your life so you can bear dozens and dozens of my kids.”

“Stars above, yes,” Cup muttered. “You have no idea how happy that makes me. Though I worry I may become barren.”

“Don't,” Shaka stated. “With my potions you will stay incredibly fertile, so much so that I will be able to breed you for another four decades.”

Cup bit her lip, and grasped Shaka by the shoulder, her entire body. “Fuck that feels good. I nearly came just at the thought of it.”

Shaka chuckled. “Did you hear that Carrot? Your ex wife experienced more pleasure receiving the knowledge that I’m going to be impregnating her for decades into the future then she did when having sex with you.”

“How does that feel, dad?” Pumpkin asked, the mare trotting up until her face was right in the camera. “Does it hurt like when you called me a stupid shy bitch?”

“Now now, insults aren't necessary,” Pound Cake exclaimed. “I think we’ve got him back for every slight he's ever done unto us.”

“Not quite yet,” Shaka interrupted. “Though by the end of this tape we will be even.”

“Should we get to the fun part now? I am getting rather warm,” Cup whispered steamily.

“Soon. First we have to get our camera operator ready and you both in position,” Shaka replied.

“On it master,” Pound Cake eagerly declared.

Carrot watched as his effeminate son trotted up to the camera and plucked it from its mounting. It then turned around, and was strapped to Pound’s hoof before being pointed back at the bed. Just in time to see Cup lay almost comeltely on the bed, with only her back legs dangling over the side. Pumpkin then swiftly clambered atop her mother, and lining their backsides up so they were directly atop one another.

“Mmm I’m really starting to enjoy being on top,” Pumpkin murmured.

“I like this side of you as well- yipe,” Cup jumped when her daughter nipped her ear. “Oh-oh my.”

Shaka chuckled. “As you can see my family has fallen into their roles quite well.”

“I rather like being more outgoing. Especially considering its what my master desires,” purred Pumpkin.

“Mmm seconded,” added Cup, who nipped at the underside of her daughter’s neck.

“Now then,” Shaka began, rising up onto his back legs and planting his forehooves on Pumpkin’s back. “Whose first?”

“Oh me, please let it be me,” Cup exclaimed. “I’ve gone so long without your big, fat zebra cock.”

“It's only been a few minutes,” Pumpkin shot back. “If anything I deserve it.”

Shaka laughed heartily. “First we need to get these pesky toys out of the way. Would you do the honors Pound?”

“Of course my master,” Pound replied from behind the camera.

Carrot was then given a perfect view of the zebra’s fat balls and the enormous cock resting between his daughter’s ass cheeks. Though difficult, the stallion tore his gaze from the much, much more impressive male, and down slightly to the first toy. Which seemed to be so big that Pound struggled to remove it by tugging with a single hoof.

“I always knew you were a tight ass, but this is ridiculous,” Pound muttered, grunting as he tugged on the thing.

“Maybe if you werent such a girl you’d be able to get it,” Pumpkin shot back.

Pound stifled a moan as he continued to pull on the toy. His efforts were rewarded a second later when the huge object dislodged itself from Pumpkin’s hole and popped free. The removal of the plug heralded a gush of zebra cum, and a loud, cry of pleasure from Pumpkin.

“I feel so fucking empty,” Pumpkin muttered.

“Here let me help you with that while Pound keeps working,” Shaka offered.

“What do you- oooh fuck yeah,” Pumpkin muttered as Shaka’s cock slipped inside of her destroyed asshole.

The gaping, cum drenched orifice was quickly plugged by the fat head of the zebra’s dick. Which swiftly pushed its way deeper, with a surprising, and almost disturbing level of ease. It was clear at that moment that Pumpkin had a considerable amount of experience when it came to getting ass fucked.

Not only that but Shaka was huge, and not just in length either, but he was a good three to four times wider than Carrot. Whose own relatively average dick sat upright on his crotch, the length twitching as he watched his daughter be penetrated. By an appendage wider than Carrot’s hoof and nearly as long as one of his legs.

“There we go,” Shaka murmured, his pendulous balls resting against Pumpkin’s plush ass. “Keep going Pound.”

“R-right,” stuttered the effeminate male.

The camera shifted down, past Shaka’s balls before resting on Cup’s holes, one of which was plugged. The other was more easily freed up, with the vibrator only requiring a slight tug to free from Cup’s pussy. Pound giggled as his mother moaned, and the girly stallion held up the very long, and still loudly buzzing toy.

The camera then extended, allowing Carrot to watch as his son dropped the toy into his mouth and past his tonsils. He didn't even gag or slow until his lips closed around the end of it, his throat bulging just enough that the fake dick was visible. Pound then pulled the toy back, slurping up any leftover juices that still clinged to it before returning to his filming duties.

When the camera faced back down once more, Carrot saw that Pound was reaching for Cup’s other toy. While at the same time Shaka was grinding his cock inside Pumpkin’s ass in a slow, circular motion. The action was apparently immensely pleasurable, as Carrot noticed that his daughter’s pussy was winking occasionally. She was shooting small jets of girl cum whenever Shaka hit a particularly enjoyable spot inside of her butt.

“Don't get too into it now,” Pound warned, giggling at his own comment.

“You may wish to hurry dear,” Cup replied. “Shaka may be able to hold back but I don't know if I’ll be able to.”

The zebra chuckled. “I’m sure you’ll manage not having your holes stuffed full for a minute or so. Now, almost done back there?”

“One last one,” Pound replied.

A hoof then extended from behind the camera, and grabbed the toy still wedged in Cup’s asshole. It was tugged rougly, then a second time, before finally a third harder yank managed to dislodge the massive hunk of plastic. The huge vaguely cone shaped plug slurped audibly as it slipped out of Cup’s hole and landed with a clunk on the ground.

“Damn that thing is heavy,” Pound muttered.

Carrot ignored his son’s words however, and merely watched as heavy, creamlike zebra cum flowed from his ex wife’s ass. The stuff trickled like a river in slow motion, the viscous liquid dripping down the mare’s legs. It clung to her formerly pristine fur, creating clumps that flowed leisurely towards the distant floor

“Hnnngh,” Cup grunted. “This emptiness is horrible.”

“Ahh, don't you worry, my pet. I’ll take care of you,” Shaka replied.

The zebra then pulled out of Pumpkin’s ass, lowered his hips, and sunk his cock balls deep into Cup’s tight anus. Once more that seemingly endless pillar of zebra dick pushed its way inside with almost no resistance. He barely even had to slow down, or even use much force. He simply gently thrust his hips forward a single time and he hilted her completely.

“I’ll never get tired of this feeling,” Cup murmured.

“Oh? And how do I compare to your ex husband, hmm?” Shaka pressed, glanced over his shoulder to the camera.

The bottom of Carrot’s stomach fell out, and somehow he knew exactly what Cup was going to say.

“There isn't one,” Cup replied simply. “He was a limp dicked loser who lasted at most twenty minutes. He barely even stretched me, never fucked my ass and was the most demanding lover imaginable. While you, my master, are huge, have endless endurance, and have ruined my holes so thoroughly that no one else could please me.”

“Damn mom, language,” Pumpkin remarked.

Cup giggled. “Well it's true. Even if I went back to him, Carrot wouldn't have a hope in hell of giving me an orgasm. Not like he ever managed to that in the first place.”

“Ooooh snap!” Pound shouted, twisting the camera around to point at Carrot and laugh.

“Now now, don't tease him too badly,” Shaka cautioned. “We have a couple hours, so we gotta spread it out over the entire battery life.”

“Good point. Though are we going to fuck now or what?” Pumpkin pressed, wiggling her hips.

Shaka nodded. “Make sure to give a nice, close view of the action Pound. Oh, and don't worry. We’ll be focusing purely on you next.”

“Thank you master,” Pound whispered huskily.

“Now then,” Shaka wiggled his hips, the zebra subtly growing tall enough to stand astride the two mares with ease. “It's time to show Carrot just how well I’ve trained these holes of yours.”

“Yes master!” shouted the clearly eager females.

Cup raised her hips, and stood a little taller, jostlying her daughter slightly though she soon adjusted. Together they readied themself while Shaka and Pound got themselves into the perfect position. The zebra stood tall over the stacked set of mares while Pound knelt down, aiming the camera squarely at their privates.

Carrot couldn't help but stare at both his ex wife’s as well as his daughter’s genitalia were put on display. Though that display was marred somewhat by the enormous pillar of zebra meat dangling dwon over them. Shaka’s monstrous balls only further obscured the glistening folds of Pumpkin and Cup’s pussies.

“Now then, let's give him a show,” Shaka declared.

A second later and Carrot’s curiosity was answered when Shaka drew back his hips in a long, exaggerated motion. Upon pulling all but the tip from Cup’s hole, he then plunged forward, pulled all the way out and thrust into Pumpkin’s ass. He then repeated this motion, only this time he slid all the way into Cup’s cunt, before again retracting his cock.

Over and over he slipped from one hole to another, somehow managing to not miss a single time, no matter how fast he went. And he did go fast, thrusting in and out of one hole to another immediately after bottoming out inside the first. The zebra’s thrusts were quicker then what Carrot was even capable of managing, and Shaka was switching partners constantly.

Shaka was fast, dexterous, and strong, way more so then what Carrot could ever hope for even if he trained. The male instinctively knew that there was simply no way of getting around it, Shaka was better than him. Raw power, skill, sexual prowess, every aspect of Shaka’s person was greater then Carrot by several orders of magnitude.

Carrot was drawn from his thoughts by the sound of Cup and Pumpkin’s loud, unashamed moaning. Somehow Carrot had been hearing the sounds for several seconds but his brain simply refused to acknowledge it. When he clued into what was happening though, Carrot couldn't help but feel even more inadequate than before.

His ex wife was moaning louder and more earnestly then on their wedding night, when Carrot had been a truly altruistic lover. Since then he had grown selfish it was true, but back then he considered himself a skilled partner. Or at least he used to anyway, as now he knew that compared to Shaka, Carrot was amatuer at best.

Cup wasn't just moaning though, she was also whispering Shaka’s name with a reverence usually reserved for the divine. Her body twitched, her pussy gaped and spasmed when it was empty, displaying a hunger that she had never shown Carrot. Yet here Shaka was, fucking both Carrot’s ex wife, as well as his daughter with a skill that the earth pony could only dream of.

Carrot continued to watch as Shaka’s cock slurped out of one hole, then plunged ruthlessly into another. The image filled the screen as well as Carrot’s mind, dominating his thoughts as thoroughly as Shaka was dominating his wife. Pumpkin joined her mother in their shared pleasure, bodies pressed tight against one another in order in ecstasy.

He could almost smell it, the scent of sex, and musk that Carrot couldn't help but imagine was billowing out from the screen. The captive stallion felt as though he was in the room with them, his face pressed close to Shaka’s balls. The perspective was demeaning, but Carrot was incapable of looking away, of escaping the video.

As the seconds ticked by, Carrot thought he was growing numb to the feeling of inadequacy. Then Cup began to twitch, and her psusy started to spasm with an almost violent intensity. When Shaka pulled out of the mare’s hole, Carrot saw a small squirt of feminine cum erupt from her cunt.

She had finished, in under a minute and with very little effort on Shaka’s part. To say that this beat Carrot’s record would be the understatement of the century and it drove home just how deep the divide between the two males was. Shaka was simply on another level, while Carrot was looking up from below, helpless to do anything but gawk.

And gawk he did, Carrot’s eyes never once leaving the screen or even trying to resist the poison. He was cpative, but he was also no longer even attempting to escape, and had seemingly accepted his place. At least for the moment.

Carrot wasn't even surprised when Pumpkin came not long after, the young mare orgasming from having her ass fucked. The stretched hole gaped and twitched when Shaka pulled free of it, the zebra lifting his cock for a second in order to give Carrot a look. The captive male watched with strange fascination as his daughter orgasmed right in front of her.

Then it was gone, and Shaka had returned to fucking the two mares like they were in heat. Pounding away from one hole to the next, jackhammering their backsides like he was drilling for oil. Yet the only thing the zebra was able to pull forth was a seemingly endless torrent of marecum that spurted forth from the depths.

“Why don't you grab the toy and show off how well trained their other holes are?” Shaka offered.

“Yes, of course,” Pound quickly replied.

The camera then pulled back before bobbing up and down as Pound trotted across the room. Upon reaching the dresser where Carrot had once stored what little clothes he owned, Pound pulled open the top drawer. Reaching inside, Pound pulled forth a truly mammoth plastic cock the same colors as Shaka’s real dick.

IT was the exact same length, Carrot realized. Even the veins were in the same spot, the toy a clear and perfect replica. One so masterfully made that Carrot half expected the thing to pulse needfully in his son’s hoof.

The toy did not, however, twitch, and Pound closed the drawer before hastily trotting back to the bed. Which he mounted deftly before clambering over to the front of his sister and mother.

“Oh me first,” Pumpkin exclaimed. “I wanna show that stupid old shit that I’m not his cloistered little girl anymore.”

“If you insist,” Pound replied.

The young stallion then gripped the fake plastic dick, and placed the head of it at Pumpkin’s lips. Then with an ease that suggested vast experience, Pumpkin swallowed the entire thing in a single massive gulp. Pound put little effort into pushing the toy down, nor did he have to use a lot of strength to retrieve it either.

In the background Carrot watched as Shaka lifted up his hips and inserted himself into Pumpkin’s pussy. Which he then began to fuck exclusively while the mare was repeatedly throat fucked by the fat plastic cock. Which slammed down repeatedly into Pumpkin’s mouth with a speed that Carrot would normally consider cruel.

Yet Pumpkin took it all without complaint, or seemingly any discomfort either. She even made sure to lick the tip each time Pound pulled it back until only the end was left in Pumpkin’s mouth. Then it was down once more, the incredibly long phalus descending into Pumpkin’s throat.

Again, Carrot was struck by the realization that Pumpkin must have done this quite a bit. She must have spent hours upon hours getting throat fucked by the monster zebra cock. He didn't know exactly how many times she had done this, but it had to have been a few dozen at least.

Thankfully this didn't last long, though during those few minutes Pumpkin visibly orgasmed several times. This didn't bother Carrot, but his numbness did vanish when it was his ex wife’s turn to get throat fucked. The mare was eager, so much so that she was licking her lips while the toy made its way over to her.

“Show him how much of a good girl you are,” Shaka whispered huskily.

“Yes master,” Cup breathed.

A moment later and the mare was getting her throat filled like she was a prized whore. Just like Pumpkin, Cup swallowed it all without complaint, working and licking the shaft as though it was a real dick. Her skill didn't bother Carrot nearly as much as her eagerness did, as clearly loved the act of fellating a fake dick.

Carrot noticed Shaka switch holes and start fucking Cup, but even before that the mare was enjoying herself. Just the thought of sucking Shaka’s cock was enough to send her nerves alight with pleasure. Which only became even greater when Shaka inserted himself into her audibly wet pussy.

Throughout the display, Cup stared directly at the camera, as if locking eyes with her ex husband. She came nearly constantly, the thought of degrading Carrot clearly driving her over the edge. This ecstatic display lasted as long as the first one, though it felt as though it took a short eternity to complete.

Once done, Pound pulled the toy from Cup’s lips, though the mare grabbed the fake dick at the last second. Holding it tight in her hoof, the mare kissed its tip, and gave the camera a wink before Pound pulled the plastic cock from view.

“Wow mom. I never knew someone could say ‘fuck you’ without ever having to say the words,” Pound remarked with a girly giggle.

“It's a skill,” Cup replied simply.

“Now then. I think were just about ready for the grand finale of our first act,” Shaka declared. “Why don't you come back ehre and get a good view of the action.”

“Right away, master,” Pound eagerly exclaimed.

The camera then shifted, its wielder clambering back across the bed and taking position between Shaka’s legs. There it focused briefly, before settling onto a familiar view of the mare’s privates as well as the zebra’s dick. Which was now moving from one hole to the next as before, only this time it was somehow even faster.

The wet slurping noises mixed with the sound of Pumpkin and Cup’s constant moans to create an unpleasant dirge. One which marked the end of many things for Carrot, such as his marriage and his children’s innocence in his mind. His dour wonderings didn't last long however, as soon he noticed something odd, namely the way Shaka’s balls were visibly twitching.

A potent load was being prepared, one Carrot knew was destined to end up within his wife and daughter in equal measure. Sure enough, Shaka grunted, and muttered something the camera didn't pick up before suddenly thrusting forward with far more force. Once he had bottomed out a final time, he came, or at least he started to do so anyway.

As he remained there just long enough to begin visibly inflating her stomach before switching. To her pussy, which Shaka pumped full before moving on once more, with no end in sight. The next time Shaka thrust forward he entered Cup’s ass, which he pumped full along with her pussy.

When finally he was done after what felt like a good five minutes, Shaka pulled back. He then trotted off to the side, and gestured towards the cum stuffed holes he had just finished fucking.

“Not a bad view huh?” Shaka offered. “I bet you wouldn't have a hope in hell of replicating such a performance.”

“N-no way,” Cup slurred, the mare seemingly drunk on pleasure alone. “That deadbeat ex husband of mine could barely fill a thimble with his cum and he would be lucky to be half as virile as you.”

“If half of what mom said is true I’m surprised we even exist,” Pound remarked.

That got a chuckle out of everyone, save for Carrot himself. Who merely languished on his couch, cock still twitching needfully with no hope of being touched.

“Get a shot of their bellies,” Shaka encouraged. “I wanna show off just how productive a zebra can be.”

“With pleasure,” Pound replied.

The stallion then panned around to the side, showing off Pumpkin and Cup’s bloated bellies. Bigger even then earlier, it was clear that despite some of his cum leaking out, that much had stayed inside.

“That's good. Now, I don't know about you but I think Pound deserves his just deserts,” Shaka offered.

“One second. I think I lost feeling in my hooves again,” Cup murmured.

Shaka stepped away from the pair of mares, who promptly collapsed into a heap on the bed. They swiftly pulled apart from one another, though not without losing a good amount of cum in the process. They didn't seem to mind, and swiftly moved about the room while Pound returned the camera to the stand.

By the time it had focused itself once more, Carrot realized that it had changed positions. Now it was looking at the side of the bed, and had been focused near its middle. Where Pound Cake was eagerly crouched, the lingerie clad male licking his lips with naked anticipation.

“Oh I can hardly wait. You always cum buckets when we do something particularly depraved,” Pound exclaimed, glancing over his shoulder to the lone zebra in the room.

Who laughed aloud. “What can I say? The thought of further debasing you is a fun one.”

“Sexy too,” Pumpkin added. “I especially like it when I get to eat mother’s delicious pie.”

“What a great suggestion. Cup, do you approve?” Shaka asked.

“I do indeed,” exclaimed an eager Cup.

“Well then, let's get to it,” Shaka exclaimed.

With that being said, Cup walked over Pound, her butt hovering over his head. While this was happening, Pumpkin was busy hooking up a strap on, and attaching the fake replica cock. Once that was done, she too hopped atop the bed, only this time she mounted Pound Cake’s face and hovered her dick over his lips.

“Perfect,” purred Shaka.

Who had slipped between the feminine stallion’s back legs, and placed his cock betwixt his butt cheeks. The four of them then shifted around, and swiftly found their preferred positions.

“I hope you enjoy your gift, my pet. You’ve earned it with all you’ve done,” Shaka exclaimed.

“I will. I already know it,” Pound replied.

“Before we continue. Maybe you should remind our dear viewer the point of this particular lesson,” Cup offered.

“Ahh yes. We can't exactly trust that dumbass to remember something that happened only a minute ago,” Shaka declared, the insult earning a round of laughter from everyone. “This is a show of how far you all have come, and what levels of degeneracy you have willingly sunk to.”

“Fuck this is hot,” Pumpkin murmured.

“Please hurry, master. I can't bear to be without your cock for even a moment longer,” Pound whined.

“Ask and you shall receive, my eager little slut,” Shaka declared.

Shaka then thrusted forward, pushing deep into Pound’s eager asshole in a single firm shove. The powerful thrust was enough to brush aside what meagre resistance the male put up. Allowing Shaka to glide all the way inside of him without any push back whatsoever.

Like Carrot and Pumpkin, Pound had been made into the perfect little zebra slut. This was further proven when Pumpkin pushed her plastic cock all the way down Pound’s throat. The huge toy easily descended down to the fake balls which now rested against the young pony’s chin.

In an instant, any lingering hope that Pound had resisted the zebra’s efforts was dashed. As were any hopes that Carrot’s wife or daughter were anything but wanton degenerates. This was proven by Cup eagerly making out with Shaka while having her pussy eaten by Pumpkin.

Who seemed quite skilled at this particular maneuver, as she was able to thrust into Pound’s face while licking her mother. Though licking wasn't perhaps the best word for it, because Carrot could see that Pumpkin was extracting mouthfuls of zebra cum. Which she swallowed without hesitation, unbothered by the fact that it had just been inside of her own mother’s pussy a moment earlier.

Over and over she dove into Cup’s generous flanks, while at the same time gripping Pound’s head. Her hips moved quickly, with Pound requiring mere seconds to adapt to getting both of his holes plundered by Shaka’s cock. Pumpkin seemed to enjoy this immensely, as whenever she pulled back for air Carrot could hear the mare moaning aloud.

Though not nearly as loudly as Cup, who seemed to take immense satisfaction from the lewd act she was engaged in. With her daughter’s muzzle buried in her snatch, and Shaka’s tongue exploring Cup’s mouth, the older pony was visibly shaking. Making Carrot realize that she was enjoying this more than anything he had ever done in their time together.

This realization was quickly becoming a common occurrence for the paralyzed male. Who was increasingly being forced to grapple with the fact that he was nothing compared to Shaka.

The male in question didn't seem to give Carrot a second thought either, and was focused utterly on Cup. With one hand on Pound’s rear, and the other gliding through Cup’s long mane, the zebra was supremely confident. Wearing a wide smile, he quickly showed himself to be the superior kisser, and overall better lover.

Though none were enjoying themself quite as much as Pound himself, who was moaning, writhing, and squirting constantly. His tiny caged cock spurted cum every single time Shaka’s monstrous cock pressed against prostate. As if milking the diminutive dick through sheer force, the male came almost constantly, creating a small pool of watery liquid on the bed.

Carrot’s attention quickly went from his son’s dick, to Shaka’s which was visible in Pound’s midsection. Why the paralyzed male could swear he could see every vien and bump in the titanic appendage. It even looked bigger than before, as if Shaka had increased the size of his cock just to flex on Carrot even more.

Either way, he tried to look away, but found his gaze drawn back to Pound almost immediately. Who Carrot noticed was twitching, and moaning even while his mouth was stuffed full of fake zebra dick. The feminine male’s limbs quivered, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, though he still remained active in the act.

Pound pushed back to meet Shaka’s thrusts, while slurping and sucking on the fake dick as if it were real. He even reached up and began teasing his sister’s pussy, pressing the tip of his hoof inside before pulling it out soon after. Matching the speed of her thrusts, Pound soon pressed forward until his entire hoof disappeared into Pumpkin’s cunt.

“Fuck yeah, stuff me full!” Pumpkin shouted aggressively.

Pound seemed eager to do just that, and all the way up to his elbow had disappeared inside of Pumpkin. This seemed to be the tipping point for the young girl, as she came hard, though while still fucking her brother’s throat. She also eagerly delved back into her mother’s pussy, eating her out with a frenzy that would have been intimidating to most.

Cup however, reveled in it, orgasming almost immediately, and holding Shaka’s face while she did so. The zebra was eager to deepen the intimacy of the moment and leaned in close, making out fiercely with the mare. Together everyone but Shaka shook and came, spilling their juices over, into and all over one another.

The zebra however, merely smirked, and glanced towards the camera. Locking eyes with Carrot through the screen the two males stared at one another. Until the moment had passed and Cup had finished cumming all over her daughter’s muzzle.

Then they continued to fuck, going on like nothing had happened without pause. Pumpkin fucked Pound’s face and ate her mother out while Shaka fucked the feminine male’s ass and made out with Cup. Stride unbroken, they continued to speed up, slow down for nearly twenty minutes without stopping.

Only after Shaka had lasted longer then Carrot had ever managed did the zebra seem to slow. Some unseen signal passed between them, and Pound braced his hooves while remaining motionless. Pumpkin watched her zebra lover closely, and waited until his hips stopped moving before also stopping herself.

A muffled grunt was the only sign Carrot got that Shaka was cumming, that was until he saw Pound’s stomach begin to bloat. The clear indent Shaka made in the other male’s stomach was gone, washed away by an ocean of hot zebra jizz. Though the huge bulge in Pound’s throat remained constant, the feminine male didn't seem to mind having his oxygen completely cut off. In fact, something told Carrot that Pound enjoyed that, as his tiny cock came harder than ever before.

Shaka intensified his make out session with Carrot’s ex wife, gripping her head fiercely and kissing her passionately. Far more so then what Carrot himself had ever managed to muster, that much was absolutely certain. All while Shaka’s dick remained steadfastly planted in Pound’s plush posterior.

Cum pumped into Pound at an alarming rate, and Carrot could even hear it sloshing around inside of his son. It got to the point that Carrot began to wonder if Pound was going to end up getting hurt. But the feminine male showed no signs of discomfort, and even rubbed his growing cum belly affectionately with the hoof he had pulled from his sister’s pussy.

Eventually, after what felt like ten uninterrupted minutes, Shaka finally stopped orgasming, though he remained inside Pound. There he waited until everyone else rode out their pleasure and either collapsed to the bed like Pumpkin, or stood there panting like Cup. Only then did Shaka seem ready to pull out, though he didn't do that, and instead gripped Pound by the torso with a single forehoof.

Shaka then carried Pound under himself, and trotted over to the camera, with the other ponies falling dutifully in behind.

“So I think you’ll see that everyone quite enjoys their place,” Shaka declared.

“Me especially,” Pound murmured, the male affectionately nuzzling the underside of Shaka’s chin.

“I rather enjoy the role our master has given for me,” Pumpkin exclaimed. “I always felt the urge to be more outgoing and Shaka has helped me become that person.”

“It suits you perfectly dear,” Cup added, planting a firm, wet kiss on Pumpkin’s lips. “You also eat like a true member of our family. Make sure to fix you up with something else after all this.”

Pumpkin wrapped a hoof around Cup’s neck and whispered hotly into her ear. “And what if I want another cream pie?”

“Then you will have to ask Shaka,” Cup replied, nipping at her daughter’s throat and causing the other mare to giggle.

“Aren't they perfect?” Shaka asked the camera. “Perfectly subservient, utterly devoted, but not broken, just molded into the perfect partners.”

“I never want to go back to how things were,” Pound added. “Just thinking of it makes me shudder in fear.”

“Don't you worry,” purred Shaka. “You three will spend the rest of your lives with me. Of that I promise.”

The cry of joy that rose up amongst Carrot’s ex family made him disassociate for a moment and stare off into nothing. The ensuing flurry of declarations of love from everyone involved was the final nail in the coffin for Carrot. He was never getting them back, and any hope he had for such a possibility died completely, never to return.

“But that's only part two,” Shaka exclaimed, grabbing Carrot’s attention. “And we have many hours to go.”

“Oh oh, can we triple team mom again?” Pumpkin offered.

“I kinda want you to double stuff my ass,” Pound whispered huskily, the male still impaled on Shaka’s apparently rock hard cock. “I love it when you really stretch me.”

“I’d be happy with anything, so long as we do it as a family,” Cup finished, leaning against Shaka and smiling happily up at the zebra.

“We can do all of those things,” Shaka exclaimed. “After all, we have all the time in the world.”