The guest

Shaka breathed a sigh of relief as he placed the final plate on the now full drying rack next to the sink. He then dried his hooves and looked out over the kitchen, his gaze immediately settling on Pound Cake. The feminine stallion was humming some tune the zebra had never heard before while he swept the floors.

Unlike before, this time the pony worked quickly and diligently to sweep up the day’s refuse. He also sashayed his hips, showing off his generous flanks and making a heat begin to bloom in Shaka’s loins. The zebra stowed that feeling away for a moment, simply observing the other male as he moved across the room.

Upon dumping his load of detritus into the trash, Pound Cake turned around to find his zebra lover staring at him.

“What are you looking at?” Pound Cake asked.

Shaka took a step forward and ran his hoof down the stallion’s neck. “One of the most beautiful creatures to grace Equestria.”

“I- you…” Pound Cake’s mouth opened and closed several times while a blush spread across his face. “I’m not beautiful.”

“Aue contraire. You are gorgeous,” Shaka whispered huskily.

“I… Thank you,” Pound cake muttered, looking away from the lusty zebra.

Who smiled. “Have you seen your mother by the way?”

“I think she went out back for one of her less than secret smoke breaks,” Pound Cake offered.

“I’m going to step out for a second and get some air. Make sure to help your sister in the front,” Shaka exclaimed.

Pound Cake sighed. “Do I have to?”

Shaka raised an eyebrow. “You do want to be a good boy don't you?”

The stallion hesitated a moment before nodding his head.

“Then you will help your sister,” Shaka replied before turning away.

The zebra didn't need to wait for a response to know that the other stallion would do it as Pound Cake’s body language was more than enough to go on. Not only was he steadily becoming more differential to the zebra, but Pound Cake’s body had also begun to change. The alterations were small and were likely barely noticeable to most, but to Shaka the increased weight on Pound Cake’s hips was easily spotted.

The sight made Shaka wonder just how far his newest pet would come given the appropriate amount of prompting and training. Pound Cake’s femininity was already quite pronounced, and with only a small amount of prompting he was already acting much girlier. After a few more days of submitting himself to Shaka’s desires, the zebra was certain Pound Cake would be able to pass as a mare.

An enticing thought, though one that the dark voodoo practitioner warned himself against entertaining. Such changes would be noticeable to anyone, and might ruin the plans he had in motion for the rest of the family. Plans which would require that he not reveal his hand too quickly, or too early lest he lose what little trust he had managed to garner so far.

Brushing aside those thoughts for the moment, the zebra trotted out the back door of the bakery and into the alleyway behind the store. A gloomy, smoke filled place, where Mrs Cake stood silently, the mare staring up at the cloud covered sky. Noticing that he had yet to be spotted, the zebra kicked the door shut behind him, prompting the mare to blink in surprise.

“Oh dear, you startled me,” Mrs Cake exclaimed, the mare quickly removing the cigarette from her lips and trying to hide it from the zebra.

“I wouldn't waste a perfectly good smoke for nothing you know,” Shaka remarked, striding up next to the mare.

Who winced, and resisted the urge to drop her cigarette on the ground.

“Well I suppose you already caught me so it's not like it matters now,” she muttered somewhat bitterly.

“I’ll make you a deal,” Shaka began, flashing the pony a wide smile. “Toss me one of those things and I promise to keep your secret.”

Mrs Cake eyed the zebra closely for a second before reluctantly sighing. “I suppose you have a deal. Though I should warn you that I smoke menthol.”

“Mint is one of my favorite flavors,” Shaka stated with a smirk.

Mrs Cake blushed briefly before turning away from the stallion and retrieving her pack from somewhere within her mane.

“Here you go dear. Though I think I left my lighter inside,” Mrs Cake explained.

“It's no problem at all,” Shaka replied, putting the cigarette in his mouth and stepping forward. “Just hold still a second, would you?”

Mrs Cake blinked in surprise when the zebra walked right up to her, as if he had been intent on kissing her. Then he stopped, and pressed the end of his cigarette against hers, lighting his own using the heat from hers. The process took several rather awkward seconds, though Shaka didn't seem to notice how startled Mrs Cake had become.

“There we are,” he exclaimed, puffing on the thin tube and taking a step back. “Not bad. You taste excellent.”

“I- what now?” Mrs Cake muttered.

“I said you have excellent taste,” Shaka repeated.

Mrs Cake blinked. “Err right of course.”

“Why, what did you think I said?” Shaka inquired, the zebra puffing silently on his cigarette.

Mrs Cake shook her head. “It was nothing.”

“If you say so,” Shaka remarked.

Together the pair stood in silence, both casually enjoying the burning tobacco they were puffing away at. Shaka was doing his best to inspect the pony as close as he could manage without drawing suspicion, watching for any errant glances sent his way. Which happened several times, though those looks didn't have the heated, somewhat guilty expressions he had been hoping for.

The mare was still a little flustered, though it was clear that she had put the oddly intimate moment behind her and was considering something else. Shaka wondered what she was thinking of, and why she looked like she wanted to say something but didn't seem able to do so. It took almost a full minute, but in the end Mrs Cake seemed to find the words she was looking for, and turned to face the zebra.

“Did you have something to do with that dreadful gang not showing up anymore?” she inquired somewhat hesitantly.

Shaka raised an eyebrow. “Why do you ask?”

“It's just that they haven't showed up again since you went with my son the other day,” Mrs Cake explained. “He hasn't even mentioned them since then, nor has he asked me to wash that dreadful jacket of his.”

Shaka inhaled slowly, before letting out a long, slow exhale of smoke. “I may have exchanged a few words with Pound Cake,” Shaka admitted.

“What did you say?” Mrs Cake inquired, only to back up suddenly. “Not that I don't appreciate you steering my boy away from such dreadful company, but his behavior has taken quite the turn.”

“I merely pointed out what his friends have been doing to your family, and asked if he was really okay with that,” Shaka exclaimed with a shrug. “It was no big deal really. Pound Cake is a really empathetic pony.”

“That he is,” Mrs Cake admitted, a frown crossing her face. “You didn't have to fight anyone did you?”

Shaka shook his head. “No violence required. Just a few casual words.”

Mrs Cake released a short sigh, the mare ashing her cigarette on the ground. “I am very glad to hear that. I am also glad to see that you and Pound Cake have become such fast friends.”

Shaka smiled. “It is my pleasure Cup Cake. In my experience such camaraderie makes the work day go by a little quicker.”

“That it does,” Mrs Cake murmured. “And call me Mrs Cake please.”

“My apologies,” Shaka quickly replied. “The custom of using last names in common speech is not common back home.”

“That's perfectly alright dear. It just feels a little odd to have anyone other then my husband call me that,” Mrs Cake explained.

“Speaking of which,” Shaka exclaimed. “Where is the old ball and chain anyway? I thought he was supposed to be back already.”

Mrs Cake frowned, the embers of her cigarette glowing brightly as she inhaled deeply. After blowing the smoke out of the corner of her mouth, the pony seemed to relax ever so slightly.

“He has been delayed… again,” Mrs Cake replied after a long pause.

“Oh?” Shaka offered, raising an eyebrow. “Nothing serious I hope?”

“One of the ovens supposedly went,” Mrs Cake replied, a frown crossing her face. “Might not be back for a few days.”

“And why would that need his attention?” Shaka questioned, only to raise a hoof. “Not that I’m insinuating anything mind you. It just seems like something a worker could handle, is all.”

“He is still training the other location’s employees,” Mrs Cake answered, her tone making it clear that she didn't truly believe the words she had just uttered.

“That is odd. Well it is not my place to question such things,” Shaka stated with a shrug, the zebra ashing his cigarette on the ground.

Mrs Cake said nothing, the pony merely staring off into the distance as her smoke slowly burnt down.

“A penny for your thoughts,” Shaka offered, bumping the mare with a hip.

Mrs Cake jumped. “I was just thinking to myself that it would have been nice if Pound Cake’s father had given him the lesson that you have.”

Shaka smiled. “I’m sure he would have if he had the time.”

“Or if he cared,” Mrs Cake murmured.

Shaka pretended not to hear the comment, and merely smiled. “I should mention that Pound Cake and I were going to hang out for a bit after work.”

“Thats nice,” Mrs Cake muttered to herself.

“I’m hoping I can teach him to have a little more confidence so he doesn't need anyone to stick up for him next time,” Shaka continued. “You don't mind do you?”

Mrs Cake blinked. “Oh no. Of course not.”

“It's just I don't want to step on anyone’s hooves as it were,” Shaka pressed.

“Not at all dear. I wish you the best of luck in that regard. Heavens know I’ve tried to get him to stand up for himself more than a few times,” Mrs Cake remarked with a hint of bitterness.

“I appreciate the vote of confidence. Maybe I might even be able to help Pumpkin get out of her comfort zone as well,” Shaka mused.

Mrs Cake snorted. “If you could manage that I’d make you employee of the month.”

“You don't think I’m putting my nose in your business too much am I?” Shaka asked, a small frown crossing his face. “Back home where you worked was a second family, but I know that isn't necessarily the case here.”

“I admit it is a bit of a surprise but you’ve been nothing but helpful,” Mrs Cake answered, humming briefly. “Just try not to get too attached to them. I would hate for there to be any hard feelings if things don't work out.”

“Why would things not work out? Have I done something wrong?” Shaka pressed, the zebra glancing curiously at his employer with a concerned expression on his face.

“No no, nothing of the sort. My husband is simply…” Mrs Cake paused, biting her lip for a moment. “Particular over his employees.”

“I thought you were partners,” Shaka posited.

“We are,” Mrs Cake quickly answered. “He is just a bit fussy when it comes to the new hires is all.”

Shaka hummed thoughtfully before nodding his head and stomping out his cigarette. “That's fair. Now I’d love to stay and chat a bit more but I would hate to leave the twins with all the clean up.”

“Wait a moment,” Mrs Cake interrupted, catching the zebra by the forehoof before he turned away. “I should warn you that those stallions won't be gone forever.”

“The gang members?” Shaka replied, lifting an eyebrow.

“Yes, them. They have been scared off by the police before but always come back,” Mrs Cake stated in a hushed tone. “If they do return, leave it to me please. I don't want there to be any trouble.”

“I promise that no such trouble will come to you Cup Cake,” Shaka stated, patting the mare’s hoof. “Now then I really must go. I would hate for Pound Cake to think that I have abandoned him.”

Mrs Cake opened her mouth to respond, but the zebra stallion was already gone, having disappeared back into the bakery. For a moment she merely stared at the now closed door, and wondered if it had been such a good idea to hire the zebra. He was competent, that much was obvious, though perhaps he was a little too good at his job.

“There is no way Carrot is going to let me keep him,” Mrs Cake murmured to herself.

With a sigh, the pony dropped her cigarette and stomped out the dying embers, her head awhirl with strange thoughts. Emotions she had pushed to the back of her mind for years now returned with a vengeance, demanding they be dealt with. It was clear that things were going to come to a head the moment her husband returned and with each passing day she was less sure of what she would do.

Firing the zebra was almost completely out of the question, but she knew that saying no to Carrot would start a fight. Which in turn would inevitably cause tempers to flare, and things to go rapidly off the rails as they became more emotional.

“Maybe I should have gotten that divorce all those years ago,” Mrs Cake whispered, only to shake her head. “Don't be silly Cup, you love your husband. He is just… difficult sometimes.”

The words hung heavy in the air for several seconds before at long last the earth pony brushed aside her concerns for the moment. Instead of the future possibilities, she focused on the here and now, mentally constructing a long list of things she had left to do. With such a busy evening now set out before her, Cup Cake was certain she wouldn't spend hours thinking about her newest hire.

Or at least, that's what she hoped anyway.

“Watch that last step,” Shaka offered, extending a hoof.

“Oh, right. Thank you,” Pound Cake replied, taking the offered limb and stepping down the final steps into Shaka’s basement suite.

“It is no problem at all my dear,” Shaka exclaimed, stepping back. “I’m glad you accepted my invitation.”

“You were rather vague about what exactly you had planned,” Pound Cake muttered. “Something about building confidence?”

“In a way,” Shaka replied. “But first I was thinking we could just enjoy ourselves a little.”

Pound Cake let out a surprised yelp as the dominant zebra grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him close. A second later their lips met, and Pound Cake felt a brief shock of pleasure shoot down his spine. Pound Cake’s thoughts fled his mind as his body was overwhelmed with strange new feelings he had never experienced before.

The stallion felt himself lean forwards, unconsciously submitting himself to the more dominant male. A gentle hoof caressed Pound Cake’s neck, and a shiver ran down the pegasus’ back. His wings itched, and as Pound Cake’s nostrils filled with the unique aroma which wafted from the zebra, the stallion felt a heat begin to bloom from within him.

This burning sensation pushed against his fragile hetrosexuality, and made him begin to wonder what it would be like to be taken by the zebra. To feel his weight press down against the pegasus’ back, and to be fully made into the other male’s subservient slave. Then his thoughts returned to him, and Pound Cake gently pushed Shaka back, stumbling away from the other male.

“W-wait a moment,” Pound Cake exclaimed, breathing hard.

“Oh? You don't still think your straight do you?” Shaka teased. “Or do I need to remind you just how much you enjoyed sucking me off?”

Pound Cake gulped, a fierce blush now dominating his face. “I admit that I may not be straight but I still think I like mares.”

“Oh really?” Shaka pressed, stepping towards the other stallion and wafting his unique scent in the process. “Have you ever came that hard with a member of the opposite sex before?”

“I-” Pound Cake hesitated.

“No. You haven't,” Shaka stated firmly. “I could see it in your eyes and the way you move. You are scared to continue because you know that if we do you will give yourself to me more fully then you could any mare.”

Pound Cake’s knees trembled, and though he wanted to offer a retort of some kind it was becoming harder to even open his mouth. With each breathe he took that fire smoldered hotter still, until the stallion was barely able to even stand on his own four hooves.

“Feel how badly your body wants to submit itself to me?” Shaka pressed. “How it urges you to simply give in and to follow my every command.”

The pegasus only became aware that he had been subconsciously backing away from the zebra when his butt hit the wall. A second later and a striped hoof was running down the male’s cheek, coaxing forth a tiny, almost impossibly quiet moan.

“See? Your body knows what it wants. Why not just give in?” Shaka teased.

“Wh-what should I do exactly?” Pound Cake stuttered.

“Whatever I tell you,” Shaka whispered.

Pound Cake trembled like a leaf, his mind awhirl with possibilities and questions.

Shaka pulled back and flashed the other male a smirk. “It's what would be best for you after all. Every time you try to think for yourself you just make things worse.”

“N-no. I-” Pound Cake tried to reply, only to be cut off.

“You terrorized your family by joining a gang that didn't value you as anything more then as a waitress and piggy bank for them to plunder,” Shaka stated, his tone strong and unwavering.

“They didn't-” Pound Cake began.

“Look me in the eye and tell me that they actually treated you like an equal,” Shaka demanded.

“They…” Pound Cake felt his throat close, and for a moment no words came out. “Didn't.”

“Exactly,” Shaka proclaimed. “To them you were nothing, but to me you will be so much more.”

Pound Cake shuddered, only just barely resisting the urge to throw himself at the zebra’s hooves and beg to be taken. He had at least some dignity, even if the pegasus knew he was agreeing with the zebra’s words more with each passing moment. When his mind conjured images of his mother being shaken down by the ponies who had claimed to be his friends, that pride took a hit.

“Think about it my young friend,” Shaka began, breathing hotly on the other stallion’s neck. “As my pet you will be fed, loved, and taken care of. Isn't that what you want?”

“I do want that,” Pound Cake reluctantly admitted.

“You just want to know that I won't take advantage of, or do something you wouldn't want,” Shaka inferred.

Pound Cake nodded weakly.

“Then I will promise you here and now that I wont do anything you don't want me to do to you,” Shaka claimed, the zebra placing a hoof over his heart.

Pound Cake felt a weight fall from his shoulders and he couldn't help but feel a smile slowly growing on his face.

Shaka smirked. “But I have a feeling that you have no complaints about following every order I have in mind for you.”

“M-maybe,” Pound Cake murmured, averting his gaze towards the ground.

Just a little more pressing and he’ll be nearly mine. It may take one last push to make him fully give himself to me but after today he will be almost there. Shaka thought to himself.

“Today you will be learning to take commands, and to serve me properly. How does that sound?” Shaka asked.

Pound Cake bit his lip and nodded. “Y-yeah that sounds okay.”

“Good. First we will need to improve your trust in me,” Shaka began. “We have not known one another for long, but I can already tell that you know that I wouldn't betray you.”

Pound Cake hummed briefly. “It does kind of feel like we’ve known each other for a lot longer than we have. It's really kind of… strange.”

Shaka smirked. “That is because you are attracted to me.”

“I’m-” Pound Cake chuckled. “I guess I am a little turned on by you.”

“Only a little?” Shaka teased, leaning in close.

“You do smell really nice,” Pound Cake admitted, filling his lungs with the zebra’s potent musk.

Shaka’s smirk grew. “Good. Now then let us begin your training with something simple.”

The zebra trotted over to his small collection of belongings and began to root around within the chest. Pound Cake followed close behind him a second later, peeking curiously over the other male’s shoulder.

“What are you looking for?” asked the pony.

“Just a little tool to help things along,” Shaka replied.

Pound Cake was about to inquire further when Shaka stood up with a triumphant look on his face.

“Aha, here it is,” Shaka exclaimed.

“What is… oh my,” Pound Cake murmured.

Shaka straightened the leash and collar, inadvertently displaying the metal plate on the front which said ‘Shaka’s Bitch’ across it.

“You aren't having second thoughts are you?” Shaka asked.

Pound Cake mutely shook his head, cheeks glowing hotly due to the embarrassment he now felt.

Shaka smiled. “Good, now come here.”

Pound Cake eagerly trotted up to the other stallion, straightening his back and extending his neck in the process.

“Now just hold still while I-” the collar slipped around Pound Cake’s neck, tightening securely around his throat. “-there we go.”

Pound Cake ran a hoof across the fake leather which was securely bound about his neck. “This doesn't feel half bad,” he murmured.

Shaka laughed aloud. “I’m glad you think so as you will spend every moment we are training with this collar around your neck and this-” Shaka clipped the leash to the ring on Pound Cake’s collar. “-attached to it.”

“I…” Pound Cake hesitated, his mind caught at the precipice of giving in or resisting.

And then a tug caused the stallion’s lips to meet his lovers, dismissing all the worry in his heart. For a moment the pegasus felt like he was in free fall, but the feeling of Shaka’s tongue slipping into his mouth returned him to earth. This odd sensation was replaced by white hot passion which melted away the last of his resistance and left Pound Cake a quivering mess of a pony.

Shaka merely grinned as he kissed the stallion hard, observing as the pegasus shuddered, and shook with lust. It was obvious to the zebra that his target was nearly there, and that full submission would come soon enough. He just needed to keep on pushing, slowly but surely and in time Pound Cake would be completely conquered.

The zebra enjoyed the thought of claiming the first of his targets, but he also enjoyed the physical sensations coursing through him. For though this was part of Shaka’s grand plan to claim the family for himself, that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself.

A gentle push put Pound Cake back into his place, a longing expression on the stallion’s face. Already the zebra could sense that his lover was rock hard, and eager to follow Shaka’s commands in order to prove himself. Though slightly more reserved, Shaka was still incredibly aroused himself, and so he swiftly crawled atop the bed before reclining with his back to the headboard.

With the leash still in hoof, Shaka tugged. “Come, worship me,” he commanded.

Pound Cake could hardly take his eyes off the zebra’s budding cock, or massive musky balls. A second firm pull at his collar was enough to remind him of the command he had been given, and he eagerly trotted forward. So excited was the male that he nearly tripped while climbing atop the bed, though he quickly righted himself a second later.

“Don't go too fast. You don't want to fall,” Shaka chided.

Pound Cake nodded, slowing his pace, and coming to a stop when his muzzle was a few inches from the zebra’s cock. The pony knew he should feel a little nervous or at least unsure if he should follow Shaka’s orders yet there was none of that. All he felt was a barely restrained desire to bury his muzzle in the zebra’s balls and to worship them like he knew he should.

Which was exactly what he did, pressing his muzzle between the two pendulous orbs and breathing deep of their potent scent. That in turn washed away any thought that did not begin or end with his amazing lover and his massive cock or titanic balls. This musky aroma soon covered the male to the point that it was nearly impossible for him to detect anything else.

Not that Pound Cake minded, as by that point he had become so engrossed with it that he wanted everything to smell like it. He wanted it to be the first thing he woke up to in the morning and the last thing he smelt before he went to bed. For a moment he thought this was a little strange before that thought was banished along with the others.

With his cock now throbbing constantly against his chest, Pound Cake hungrily lapped away at Shaka’s balls. The taste immediately hit the pegasus like a ton of bricks, making him fall in love with the odd saltiness of it. Pound Cake knew it would only get better when he took Shaka’s cock into his mouth and so with that thought in mind he began to move things along.

The pony’s hooves caressed his lover’s sack as he lavished it in a constant stream of kisses. Which were more passionate than any he had shared with a mare, the pegasus quickly realized. He didn't ruminate on this for long, as he heard a small shuddering moan come from the zebra male he was servicing.

The sound was akin to the nicest compliment he had ever received, and it emboldened Pound Cake to go further. Lavishing the zebra’s sack with long licks, Pound Cake fully embraced the hedonistic desire burning hot in his breast.

Shaka meanwhile was a little shocked by just how fast and how far the young stallion had already fallen. He had known of Pound Cake’s more feminine tendencies and unspoken homoerotic desires, but Shaka had assumed there would be more pushing needed. Yet here Pound Cake was, madly lapping away at Shaka’s balls like it was the last oasis in the dessert and he, a thirsty traveler.

It was enough for Shaka to grow well and truly aroused, his cock emerging fully from his sheethe and settling across Pound Cake’s face. The shocked, and incredibly aroused look that spread across the pegasus’ features made Shaka grin. It was obvious that it wouldn't take more than a few days to well and truly break the stallion, and fully enslave him.

Soon. Shaka thought.

Seeing his lover’s cock fully erect, Pound Cake shifted his attention, moving up to the base of Shaka’s dick. Once there Pound Cake swiftly began to pepper the appendage in a stream of sloppy wet kisses which slowly worked up from the bottom. While he moved his way to the tip, Pound Cake continued to molest the zebra’s balls with his hooves.

Until at long last Pound Cake reached his objective where he stopped for a moment to inhale more of the zebra’s potent scent. He didn't make Shaka wait for long though, as the pegasus wrapped his lips around the massive cock, taking it deep into his mouth. He wasn't exactly experienced however, and had to stop after a few inches, nearly choking after only getting halfway into his mouth.

The sudden stop might have irritated Shaka most other times, but at this point he still had patience to spare. Sure enough Pound Cake recovered quickly, adjusting the zebra’s cock and doing his best to open his mouth even wider. It was a difficult process to actually accomplish, but what the pegasus lacked in experience he more than made up for in enthusiasm.

In a few seconds he was already back at it, with Shaka’s cock pushing its way deeper into his mouth. Pound Cakes’ tongue flattened, and his jaw was pushed to its limit as the pony willingly impaled himself on the massive appendage. Unlike the time in the alley, this time Pound Cake was in control, or at least it looked like he was.

In truth he was so slavishly devoted the zebra’s cock that he could do nothing but service it. Which was exactly what he did, starting by pushing the thick head of Shaka’s dick into his throat. The process wasn't an easy one, and twice Shaka thought his lover was about to gag only for the young pegasus to surprise him.

With tears budding in his eyes, Pound Cake pushed forward, taking another few inches down his throat before pulling back. A flash of discomfort crossed Pound Cake’s face before it was swiftly replaced by a lust filled look of desire. One which told the zebra that his lover wasn't about to give up no matter how big Shaka was, or how much Pound Cake had to suffer to succeed.

Over and over Pound Cake pushed himself, taking the zebra cock deeper and deeper only to come back up. Sometimes he gagged other times he coughed, yet he always returned, his growing experience allowing him to go further still. Throughout it all Shaka remained calm and impassive, offering a few teasing words of encouragement, though he knew doing so wasn't necessary.

It was clear that Pound Cake was determined, and that nothing short of receiving a belly full of cum was going to stop him.

Tears stained his cheeks, his jaw ached, and a thin river of precum had dribbled between Pound Cake’s legs. Yet he continued, pushing himself over Shaka’s medial ring and towards the base of the zebra’s dick. With victory in sight, the pegasus pulled back one last time, filled his lungs with oxygen and then filled his throat with cock.

The feeling of having the young stallion wrapped around his dick was unlike anything Shaka had experienced. It was intensely arousing, and quite physically pleasurable, but it was also an intense act of submission. The male who had thought himself straight up until a day ago had now fully impaled himself on the zebra’s dick.

Without pushing, force, or any kind of coercion Pound Cake had bottomed himself out on Shaka’s cock. It was everything Shaka had hoped and more, for not only was his plan going well, but the Pound Cake was every bit the slut the zebra had wanted. The only possible way it could have been better is if Shaka could see the massive bulge his dick made in Pound Cake’s throat.

The pegasus meanwhile was in heaven, his eyes rolling briefly into the back of his head as he sucked hard on the zebra’s throbbing appendage. Pound Cake remained there for as long as he could manage, relishing the intense feelings of submission and desire. Until his lungs began to burn, and he could take it no more.

With a gasp, he pulled back, even though he had been seconds from orgasming completely hooves free again. Hoping desperately to keep riding that high, Pound Cake threw himself forward, impaling himself on the zebra’s dick. With his growing experience and burning lust, Pound Cake was able to take everything Shaka had once more.

This time he kept his lips locked around the zebra’s dick for much longer, while also keeping his body in motion. Shifting back and forth, Pound Cake had to move his entire body in order to bounce on Shaka’s dick. Not that Pound Cake cared though, as the stallion relished the sheer, mammoth size of his lover.

The result was immediate, as a hearty moan spilled from the zebra’s lips and into Pound Cake’s ears. Surprised and remarkably close to his first orgasm, Shaka wondered how best to continue their little moment. While Shaka considered where to go, and what to do, Pound Cake was busy doing his best to ignore the orgasm rocketing through his body.

It was the most intense moment of his entire life, and the pegasus’s wings flapped randomly as his entire body trembled. Yet through it all he continued to suck away, doing his best to pleasure his lover despite how hard he was cumming. As the pegasus’s watery cum stained his belly, Shaka’s thick, verile sperm churned audibly within his enormous balls.

The zebra had made up his mind however, and after Pound Cake pulled back to take another breath, he found himself stopped dead in his tracks. A hoof held the eager pegasus at bay, and Pound Cake stared nervously up at his lover, wondering if he had screwed up somehow.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” Shaka declared in an uncharacteristically deep voice.

Pound Cake’s eyes went wide, and he quickly scrambled off the small bed. “Are you sure I’m ready?” he whispered.

Shaka nodded. “I am, now lay down with your face down and ass up.”

The cold, calculating tone made Pound Cake shudder in pleasure and the stallion quickly crawled up the bed. He hardly gave a thought to the puddle of cum he had left behind from before, or the revealing position he now found himself in. Not even the hungry gaze of his zebra lover distracted the young pegasus from the intense desire he felt in the base of his soul.

Only the soft squeak of the bed as Shaka mounted him was enough to make Pound Cake consider what was happening. Though that consideration only made him even more aroused, as felt a familiar weight settle between his ass cheeks. The massive, rolling pin sized cock was intimidating enough to make Pound Cake wonder if this was indeed a good idea.

“Hold still a moment,” Shaka commanded, the zebra not waiting for a response before shifting back in order to drizzle something against Pound Cake’s hole.

The liquid was warm, and weirdly slippery, sliding its way inside of the pony and completely lubricating his hole. He didn't have time to question what had been poured inside of him as Shaka quickly shifted his hips. With his cock lined up with Pound Cake’s ass, the pegasus expected something slow and steady, with his lover working up to the point he could take his cock with ease.

It sure started that way, with Shaka pressing his hips forward and slipping his cock inside of Pound Cake’s ass. Though once he managed to jam the enormous head of his cock into the other stallion’s surprisingly pliant hole, things changed.

“You might want to put a hoof against the headboard,” Shaka offered.

“What, why?” Pound Cake asked, only to have his question answered when he felt his ass get stuffed full of more dick than he had thought possible.

Pound Cake’s ass stretched wide, as nearly half of the zebra’s cock was rammed up the pegasus’ backside. Yet despite the massive amount of stretching, Pound Cake felt no pain or even discomfort. Only a warmth that bloomed from deep inside of himself, radiating outward and soothing any undesirable feelings that may have arisen.

Shaka knew he shouldn't be quite so impatient with his pets but he couldn't stand it any longer. He needed to fuck the pegasus right that moment and truly cut loose for once. The zebra was just glad he had made some of the lube he had initially dismissed as unnecessary.

Within seconds Pound Cake was lost in a haze of pleasure, overwhelmed by having his organs rearranged by Shaka’s enormous tool. Not only that but his tight ring was quickly altered so that it could take such a massive appendage which would have normally taken a considerable amount of time. Yet with a bit of applied zebra alchemy Pound Cake was able to take every last inch Shaka had to offer in under a minute.

The pegasus wasn't even totally aware of this however, as he was busy moaning whorishly and barely staying conscious. Shaka made a note to drill some more commands into the pony’s head, but for now was content to merely use his lover as he saw fit. Which he did with gusto, immediately speeding up until his hips became a blur of motion, and the clap of his balls was constant.

Pound Cake might have been ashamed by the feeling of his lover’s balls slapping against his ass with such force. Yet in that moment he was too far gone to do anything but mutter gibberish and continue to orgasm every other minute. Not only could he barely think but Pound Cake had lost feeling in his back legs, and the pegasus could do nothing but tremble as he was ruthlessly fucked by his zebra lover.

Over and over Shaka drove his hips forward, snorting like a raging bull the entire time. All of the months spent planning, and generally being blue balled having come rushing back to him. His body demanded that he act on those feelings, and Shaka could do nothing but submit himself to those more base impulses.

Muscles bulged, nostrils flared, and the zebra drew close to his first true orgasm. For a moment he was tempted to hold it off, to slow down and edge things out a little longer, but that was quickly dismissed. He needed this moment of relief more than he needed to train Pound Cake, besides, the zebra thought with a grin, there was always round two.

With a grunt, Shaka threw himself forward one final time, grinding his hips against Pound Cake’s in order to ensure every last inch made it inside. In response the pegasus moaned louder, his voice becoming so high that he sounded almost like a mare. If Pound Cake noticed this he didn't make note of it, though he could feel as his belly bulged obscenely, the zebra’s cockhead visible through his flesh.

Shaka felt the strange bit of resistance as he pushed against both Pound Cake’s hole, as well as the bed itself. The zebra ignored this sensation though, and leaned down, biting down on the pony’s exposed neck. A move which would have made the old Pound Cake annoyed but made this new version of him moan louder still. Beneath them Pound Cake’s cock continued to erupt over and over, though even his considerable emissions paled in comparison to Shaka’s.

Which was so titanic that Pound Cake could actually feel his hole be stretched extra wide when the dollop of cum entered him. With an audible sploosh the first deposit splashed inside him, followed closely by a second, and a third, each in rapid succession. It was hard to keep track of where one began and another ended, and Pound Cake quickly lost himself to the pleasure.

His already straining mental ability slipped completely, leaving the stallion a drooling, twitching mess.

Shaka meanwhile held on tight, biting down on Pound Cake’s neck to the point that he almost left a mark. While he held on, the zebra continued to pump the other male so full of cum that it began to make Pound Cake’s stomach slightly rounded. This continued until Pound Cake was fuller then he had ever been, and the zebra was at long last satiated.

By then minutes had passed, and Pound Cake continued to lay there, jaw hanging open as he panted weakly. Shaka was less affected, and he reluctantly let go of the leash before breathing deeply, steadying himself. As his faculties returned, the zebra let out a bitter grunt of anger, more than a little annoyed for having lost his cool.

“You alright?” Shaka asked, glancing down to Pound Cake.

“Jusht fine,” Pound Cake slurred.

Shaka smirked. “What do you think of going for another round?”

“Do whatever you want to me, just don't shtop,” Pound Cake replied.

Shaka hummed thoughtfully, briefly wondering if it was a good idea to push his pet so hard so quickly. Then he shrugged.

“Trial by fire it is,” he remarked before drawing his hips back once more.