Playmates

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Profanity, Random, Rumble, Sex, Zebra, Thunderlane, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Porn, Button Mash, Fetish
Length: 26672

After inviting a pair of Zebrican twins over, Button and Rumble get more fun than they were bargaining for...

Making new friends is always fun - especially when those new friends are exceptionally gifted. What was supposed to be a little play date with two new zebras in town snowballs into delightfully lewd escapades involving Button, Rumble, Thunderlane, Soarin, and even Tender Taps.

Kinks Include: Male on Male, Oral, Anal, Size Difference, Feminization, Crossdressing, Teasing, Spit-Roasting, Creampies, and Various Lewd Hijinks

Artwork by Oniku

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Published 2023-12-27 21:10:05 UTC
Last updated 2023-12-29 21:24:11 UTC

Chapter 1

“So you’re sure Thunderlane is going to be gone all afternoon?” Button asked, trotting into the living room while quirking a brow.

“Mmmhmm,” Rumble smugly hummed. “He’ll be at practice for at least a few hours, and he usually goes out to eat with the Wonderbolts afterwards - trust me, we’ll have the place all to ourselves.”

It wasn’t all that uncommon that he was left unsupervised, but this was one of the few he genuinely looked forward to his brother’s absence - not because he had anything against his older sibling, but because he’d rather not have any adults around. Button had known each other for as long as he could remember, and there wasn’t a secret held between them. They talked about everything from games and homework to their budding sexual urges, though the discovery that they were both bottoms with a preference for hung studs did come as a pleasant surprise.

Though neither was terribly experienced in the bedroom, only having fooled around with one another, they desperately longed for a domineering stallion to really rut them - the problem was, that was easier said than done. Not only were they both relatively young, but neither wanted to settle for anything less than a pony packing some serious heat. While it was true that neither had much actual experience with anypony, they’d managed to save and spend their bits on a small number of rather large sex-toys - sex-toys that, despite using them on each other, had grown a bit bland. Fortunately for them, like a gift from the heavens, a solution to their depraved dilemma may have presented itself.

Bidix and Midig, Zebrican exchange students who’d recently enrolled in their class, were the perfect candidates for an experiment. The twin colts were roughly the same age and size as them, yet their endowment was positively obscene. Rocking stallionhoods that would put most adults to shame, the pair were as enticing as they were exotic. Hoping to get to know the duo, Rumble and Button invited them over for an afternoon of snacks and games - sure, there was only a slim chance that anything raunchy would happen, but there was certainly nothing wrong with trying to get a little action from the siblings.

Rearing back and peeking out the window, Button started. “Holy cow, they’re coming!”

Rumble nodded and hastily surveyed the den. He’d taken out several games for his Joy Boy V.2, there were snacks in the kitchen, and both he and Button had thoroughly prepared themselves for the occasion. Even if they only wound up hanging out for the afternoon, at least they’d be able to easily go ass-to-ass with the double-ended dong he kept stashed under his bed. Issuing a silent prayer to the heavens that their scheme worked, he trotted to the entryway and opened the door.

“Glad you two came!” he announced, stepping back and waving to the duo.

The pair of zebras smiled and slowed, coming to a halt on the welcome mat. The pair were nearly identical, save for a slight deviation in how they wore their manes. Bidix, being two minutes older than his brother, sported an imposing mohawk, while Midig had dreadlocks. Outside of their utterly behemoth packages, the two looked no different than a regular duo of school colts.

“Thanks for inviting us over,” Bidix began, stepping inside and nodding his thanks to the pegasus.

Following after his sibling, Midig smiled over at Button. “You two are the first ponies to have us for, what do you call it, a play date.”

The mention of date, though totally innocuous, caused Rumble’s cheeks to darken. “W…well you two seem pretty cool, so we thought you’d like to come over and have some fun with us.”

Wheeling around, having unintentionally given a view of his backside and large, darkly colored balls, the elder sibling smirked. “What kind of fun.”

Seeing his friend’s blush, Button cleared his throat. “Well we’ve got a lot of different games we can play - oh and there we’ve got snacks too!”

The twins positively beamed to one another, trotting over to inspect the entertainment center to admire the television, as Button and Rumble shared a knowing look. Things were off to a fine start so far, with the duo of striped colts showing up in good spirits, yet that was no guarantee that things would take any sort of salacious turn. Joining their guests, the two friends launched into a conversation over what game they could play first.

Much to their relief, the first hour of their visit went off without a hitch. They played an adventure game, griped about homework, and casually chatted about the difference of their cultures. Everything had been going smoothly - that was until the topic of relationships came up. Much to their delighted shock, things were apparently quite different in Zebrica than they were in Equestria.

According to the twins, it was relatively common for foals their age to start openly exploring their sexuality - in fact, it was embraced and celebrated. The fact that colts and fillies were allowed to become active in the bedroom came as a bit of a shock, yet Button and Rumble restrained their excitement. If their guests were open to having a bit of amorous fun, their passionate plan would be all the easier.

“Hey,” Rumble announced, trotting over and picking up a cartridge, “you want to try your hooves at a fighter?”

With an indifferent shrug, Bidix snatched up his controller. “Sure, but we’re pretty good at those.”

“Oh really?” Button asked, trying not to stare at the striped colt’s loins.

“It’s true,” Midig affirmed. “Not to brag, but we’ve won a few tournaments before.”

The turn of events couldn’t have been more perfect. Rumble had hoped to introduce a competitive element to their afternoon, and he’d just had the opening offered on a silver platter - still, everything would hinge on a silly little offer. Games of skill were lighthearted enough, but including a wager would up the stakes and make things exponentially more interesting.

Slapping his Backstreet Brawlers cartridge into the system, Rumble peeked over his shoulder. “So what are we going to bet?”

“Bet?” the twins asked in unison, looking in confusion at each other.

“Yeah,” Button chirped. Steeling himself, doing his to stay calm, he swallowed hard. “It doesn’t have to be anything important - like, ok, the loser sucks the winner’s dick.”

A tense silence filled the air, as the quartet glanced at one another. Rumble could always play off the offer as a joke, If the twins balked at the idea, but if they accepted the terms - well, convincingly throwing a match or two would be the easiest thing they’d done all day. Standing by the television, holding his breath, the little pegasus fidgeted in place.

“I’m game,” Bidix hummed.

Midig nodded seconds later. “So am I.”

“Well I hope you’re ready to taste some pega-dick, because I’m totally going to win,” Rumble murmured, his voice dripping with false bravado.

Easing himself by the sofa, below and beside the marginally older sibling, it took everything he had to remain composed. His heart was pounding, a nervous bead of sweat rolled down his brow, and he could practically smell the unusual yet captivating scent of the zebra’s loins - nevertheless, he couldn’t afford to lose too obviously. Pursing his lips and gluing his eyes to the screen, he selected his character and began the battle.

On a poetic note, he didn’t have to pretend to lose - he lost spectacularly. Though he’d initially sandbagged, it had taken him only a minute or two to figure out that Bidix was far more skilled than himself. By the end of the match, having been subjected to a demeaning finishing move, he’d been so focused on the game that he’d nearly forgotten the little bet.

“Well that settles that,” Bidix sighed, leaning back and sliding his rump to the very edge of the sofa. “Here you go…”

Still holding his controller, Rumble turned his head and started. Even over the young zebra’s thigh, he could spot a towering, absolutely monolithic length of dick. Either his guest had gotten a little excited over the game or he’d simply looked forward to getting sucked off - regardless, the growing erection was a not so subtle reminder that he had a job to do.

“W…well,” he sputtered, setting his controller down and getting to his hooves, “fair is fair…”

Trotting around to face the seated stud, his mouth began to water. Nearly as long and as thick as his leg, covered in pitch black flesh, the Zebra’s stallionhood was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. As he inched closer, his comparably diminutive colthood slipping from its sheath, he drew a deep breath through his nose, inhaled the ambrosial musk, and shuddered. The aroma was singular, similar yet markedly different to any ponies’ natural bouquet, drawing him in with an unspoken promise of sinful delights.

Bidix reached down with a foreleg and pushed his length toward the stricken pegasus. “It’s not too big ~ is it?”

Rumble shook his head and took a timid step forward, feeling his pucker excitedly wink. Simultaneously thrilled and anxious, he leaned in, opened his maw, and wrapped his lips around the cock-head before him. The second the velvety skin touched his tongue, his eyelids fluttered. Peering up at his guest’s handsome face, very much eager to begin, he steadily pressed his head forward.

Though he’d blown Button a few times, this was a totally different experience. Bidix’s endowment was an order of magnitude larger than his friend’s prick, a strong, masculine scent flooded his sinuses, and he felt like he could cum merely from worshiping such an awe-inspiring specimen of stallionhood. As the behemoth bumped against the back of his throat, he stifled a gag, filled his lungs, and relaxed his throat. Even if he couldn’t fit the entire thing down his gullet, he was sure as heck going to try.

Button’s eyes stayed glued on the lecherous scene playing out before him. He’d looked at plenty of naughty magazines before, and even a few videos, yet the sight of his buddy blowing their classmate was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Forgetting all about whom he was sitting next to, lost to his thoughts, he was snapped from his stupor when a controller landed in his lap.

“I wouldn’t mind getting some action like that,” Midig noted, motioning over to the pegasus choking himself on his brother, “if you’re down for a challenge of your own.”

Stopping himself from biting his bottom lip, Button sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “What did you have in mind?”

The zebra licked his lips, as he languidly stroked his semi-rigid length. “If I win, I get to fuck that cute little face of yours.”

Without the slightest bit of hesitation, Button grabbed the controller and selected his character. “You’re on.”

It took less than a minute for him to get utterly trounced in the match - then again, he hadn’t even tried to put up a fight. Tossing his controller to the floor, he stretched his forelegs over his head, exasperatedly sighed, and cast his heavily lidded eyes over to his opponent. He couldn’t care less if the zebra knew he’d intentionally lost - no, the only thing on his mind was getting a chance to suck a truly monstrous cock.

“That was almost too easy,” Midig chuckled, draping his forelegs over the back of the sofa.

Wholly fixated on the pillar-like length of zebra meat, Button listed to his side and brought his snout to the imposing tool. “Yeah, my skills lie elsewhere.”

Before the striped colt could say anything, he popped the girthy tip of cock into his muzzle and loudly groaned. Rumble may have been on the quiet side, opting to silently choke on Bidix’ member, but he wasn’t about to be coy; the way he saw it, if he was going to suck somepony off, he was going to enjoy himself. Twisting and bobbing his head, skillfully running his tongue around the colt’s sensitive glans, he reached down and started jacking himself off.

Hungrily fellating the twins on the couch, Button and Rumble shared the same thought - they’d both struck a home run. They’d managed to bring a pair of exquisitely well-hung zebras over, they had the entire house to themselves, and they each got to worship a truly massive cock - that said, things their success brought with it an unintended byproduct. While there was nothing wrong with simply sucking somepony off, something they’d both fantasized about for what felt like ages, their backsides went woefully unstuffed.

In hindsight, had they known their guests would be so accommodating of their licentious motives, they would have stashed a dildo or two for the event - that or a camera to record the occasion. As they worked in tune, swabbing their throats with the twins’ tools, the striped siblings gradually took a more active roll. Bidix pressed a forehoof to the back of Rumble’s head, hastening his pace, while Midig bucked up and into Button’s face.

“Eager little sluts, aren’t they?” the dreadlocked colt mused.

Bidix nodded, peering into Rumble’s watering eyes. “They really are - heck, I wish the fillies back home were half this enthusiastic.”

The mention of fillies caused the duo of ponies to sputter around the thick shafts plumbing their throats. Neither of them had much interest in topping, so having two domineering, clearly interested studs to make use of them was like a dream come true. Abandoning their colthoods, more interested in pleasing their partners than playing with themselves, they fully committed themselves to getting the brothers off.

Working in tandem, taking sips of air if and when they could, the two young ponies were pushed to their limit. While they both had plenty of practice on dildos and one another, attempting to deep-throat a titanic stallionhood - a real stallionhood, wasn’t nearly as easy as they assumed. Tears rolled down their cheeks, their necks bulged with each downward plunge, and pre-cum oozed from their puny dicks, while their guests steadily increased their pace.

It wasn’t long before things reached a fevered pitch, with the siblings crossing the threshold. In spite of beginning shortly after his brother, Midig peaked first; grabbing Button’s mane, gritting his teeth, he rammed the colt’s head downward and buried the entirety of his length down into the young pony’s snout. Bidix climaxed seconds later, hilting himself in Rumble’s gullet while grunting victoriously.

Neither Rumble nor Button could see one another, only having a view of their lover’s bellies, but that was of little consequence. Their noses pressed to the zebras’ groins, completely cut off from air, a torrent of thick, virile seed coursed down their throats and directly into their stomachs. The pegasus’ eyes rolled, his vision fading, as he struggled to stay conscious - unbeknownst to him, his companion was in a similar, albeit nirvanic state.

Overstimulated, starved of oxygen, and with his heart thundering in his chest, the mixture of excitement and overstimulation drove the little earth pony over the edge. Without so much as touching himself, having abandoned his prick shortly after the zebra had begun rutting his face, he came. His colthood wildly twitched, disgorging his load onto the cushion of the sofa and smearing into his fur, as his abdomen rounded under the weight of the exotic colt’s gargantuan load.

“That hit the spot,” Bidix rasped, withdrawing his forehoof and allowing the pegasus to recoil from his shaft.

Following suit, letting Button falteringly rear back to get some air, Midig sighed. “It sure did…”

“S…sweet - Cough - Celestia,” Rumble croaked, pawing at his throat.

Looking over to his friend, he watched Button weakly gasp for breath. It only took him a second to realize his buddy had cum on the couch, but he wasn’t upset - if anything, he was a bit jealous. Stepping back and away from the sofa, savoring the few drops of jizz coating his tongue, his thoughts raced. As badly as he would have liked to get some relief, excusing himself to jack off was the last thing he wanted to do.

“Rematch,” he grunted, stricken by an idea. “If we have a rematch, the winner can fuck the loser - like actually fuck the loser.”

It was a brazen proposition, one borne from maddening desire, yet it was the best his lust-crazed mind could come up with. He had a bottle of lube in the room, both he and his companion were already prepared to get plowed, and the thought of being bred by a youthful stud sent the fires of his passion roaring into an inferno. As he turned around and stepped over to the Joy Boy, he made a show of bending over and displaying his pillowy tush.

He had intended to give a naughty little show, wiggling his backside while pretending to fumble for another game for them to play, but the sound of a blissful moan caught his ear. Peeking over his shoulder, he froze. Instead of downplaying their loss in the prior match, his friend had doubled down and buried his face in Midig’s package.

Relishing the post-climactic euphoria, Button wantonly sniffed and licked the musky folds of the younger sibling’s sheath. He’d only known the zebra for a month, they’d been in the living room for less than two hours, and his time fellating the diminutive stud had only lasted a few minutes - despite all of that, he felt like he was in love. Nopony had ever made him cum as hard or as fast as the exchange student had, and his hormonally charged brain demanded he venerate the magnificent equine beneath him.

Giggling like a school filly, he drew his tongue down the thick root of stallionhood and to the plump, weighty pair of balls resting between Midig’s thighs. Stars above - even though he hadn’t gotten a full mouthful of spunk, the remnants of seed coating his taste buds made him swoon. In that instant, regardless of what his friend was scheming, he wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less than rutted by the small, banded adonis.

Scrunching his snout, Rumble waved to the controller resting against Bidix’s thigh. “Come on, let’s get this over with…”

They both knew how the match was going to go, that he was going to get his ass destroyed in the game so he could get his ass destroyed in real life, but they went through with it regardless. Their first bout went as expected, with him being bodied easily, the second involved a bit of back and forth, but the third ended with a spectacular victory by his guest. With the champion proclaimed, he wheeled around and grinned.

“I guess that settles that,” he remarked, dropping the controller.

Bearing a conceited, knowing smirk, Bidix flexed his groin and caused his stallionhood to bob. “Don’t feel too bad, I have a big, juicy joystick for you to play with.”

Stepping up, putting a foreleg to either side of the zebra’s hips, Rumble dragged his chest over the gigantic stallionhood. “I think I can -”

“Fuck me,” Button interrupted, springing up and leaping onto his back, “please!”

Though he was probably expected to have a rematch himself, he couldn’t be bothered. He wanted - needed to get rutted. Having totally ignored Rumble and Bidix’s bout, he’d lost himself to his maddening lust. It felt like he was going insane, his thoughts clouded by a miasma of desire, and his one and only concern was having his interior painted by the young sibling’s potent, heady seed. Lifting his hind legs, using the flexibility afforded to his nubile frame, he grabbed his fetlocks and presented himself in the most slatternly fashion he could imagine.

The provocative invitation was all the inspiration Midig required. Pushing himself up, standing on the cushions of the sofa, he stepped over to the supine colt. “You want this?” he tauntingly asked, bucking his hips and grinding his length against the pony’s miniscule coin purse.

Button’s heart skipped a beat, staring down the utterly colossal length pressed against him. Compared to the zebra’s member, his colthood was downright pathetic, looking more like a clit than a dick, yet the disparity of their sizes only fanned the flames of his primal longing. Abandoning what little dignity he had left, he lowered his forelegs down the back of his thighs, grabbed his behind, and wantonly spread his buns.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Midig purred, bringing the tip of his shaft to the colt’s entrance.

With one smooth, unstoppable motion, he plunged his stallionhood into his all too eager mate. Button trembled from hoof to head, pre-cum drooling from his painfully turgid prick, as the behemoth slid deeper and deeper into his bowels. It wasn’t until the zebra was nearly hilted, leaving his thick medial ring nestled against the young pony’s stretched pucker, he withdraw and started fucking in earnest.

Not to be outdone, Rumble quickly followed suit. Climbing atop the elder sibling, he spun around and got into position. Be darned if he was going to let Button have all the fun, so he acted as a reckless haste borne of hubris - sadly, his zeal got the better of him. As he threw his weight down, sheathing the godly tool in his snug confines, he nearly collapsed.

Unlike his friend, who’d been given the small mercy of a relatively slow intrusion, he was stuffed in the blink of an eye. The heat permeating his core was everything he could have dreamed up, an order of magnitude better than any sex-toy on the planet. His tail hole spasmed around the enormous shaft, his legs buckled, and the breath hitched in his throat, yet he was able to keep himself from being impaled completely - or so he thought.

“Almost there,” Midig whispered, extending his forelegs and grabbing the pegasus’ ample hips.

Before Rumble could utter a reply, he was wrenched downward. The entirety of the miniature stud’s length sank into him, rearranging his insides and demolishing his tender p-spot, and he was undone by his hubris. His little colthood maddeningly throbbed, painting the carpet with his thin, watery spunk, as a whorish groan escaped him.

Simply being penetrated was nearly enough to make him climax on the spot, yet a swift slap on his rump snapped him from his bliss. Peering over his shoulder, seeing the zebra looking up at him, he summoned the willpower to continue. Even though he was the one with a cock in his ass, his decision to seize the initiative meant he had work to do. Raising his waist and freeing several impossibly long inches of dick from his tush, he rolled his hips back and began bouncing on his stud.

Midig kneaded and affectionately squeezed the colt’s roft rump, watching his length rhythmically slip in and out of the pony’s pucker. “Yeah,” he muttered, giving a second, playful smack, “really milk it like the needy bitch you are.”

Though the dirty talk did nothing to slow Rumble’s inevitable release, nor did the view of Button getting his brains screwed out beside them, he couldn’t lose focus. His buddy had always been a bit more servile, waxing poetic over wishing to be pinned down and plowed, yet he preferred to take a more energetic role. Clenching his ass on the upstrokes, while relaxing on his descents, he smiled back at his mate.

“You’re so big,” he moaned, throwing his head back.

The pleased chuckle from Midig was music to his ears, spurring him onward. He’d always yearned to embrace his theatrical side, hoping to be the eager butt-slut on a porno someday, but he never thought he’d be able to live out the fantasy at such a tender age. Ignoring his tiny endowment, fixating wholly on earning a second load from the stud, he gradually increased his pace.

“H…harder,” Button mewled, his hind legs pressed to either side of his head. “Harder, Daddy!”

Being contorted into a mating press was more intense and captivating than he could have ever imagined. All freedom had been robbed from him, save for a bit of movement in his neck, and he’d been reduced to little more than an ona hole for the savagely thrusting colt above him. His eyes shot back and forth between Bidix’s smug face and his flailing, flaccid prick, unsure of what was more enticing, until he saw it - a bulge disappearing and reappearing in his abdomen.

He’d heard stories about ponies being plowed so hard that the imprint of their lover’s stallionhood could be seen, yet wouldn’t have guessed that he’d ever see such a marvel in person, let alone experience it himself. The wind was driven from him with each buck of Midig’s hips, driving him into the arm of the couch, he mewled like a mare in heat. His lover may have been small, but the stud definitely knew how to use every inch of his monstrous dick.

It felt like he’d been getting railed for an eternity, but it came to an end all too quickly. As the zebra shuffled back, pulling his length from the colt’s clinging hole, he was stricken by a sudden panic. “W…why’d you stop?”

“I wanna watch them going at it,” Midig grumbled, releasing the pony’s legs.

Looking past his guest, Button gasped. At some point or another, while he’d been getting rutted into oblivion, his friend had changed positions. He’d been vaguely aware that his buddy had started with a reverse cowgirl, but that had come to an end. Pinned in what he could only describe as the raunchiest full-nelson he’d ever seen, the grey colt was getting ruthlessly bred by the elder sibling. Midig snorted, prompting him to move away from the corner of the couch.

“Alright,” the dreadlocked colt snickered, making himself comfortable, “time for you to do the work.”

“Y…yes, Daddy,” Button breathed.

As he straddled his mate, assuming a traditional cowgirl position, he fleetingly glanced back at his friend. It was a bit of a shame that he wouldn’t be able to watch his buddy getting railed, but he wasn’t that bothered. Sinking onto his knees, shivering as he filled his needy ass, his concerns melted away.

Raising and lowering the Rumble, effectively using the colt like a fuckable sex-toy, Bidix brought his muzzle to the pegasus’ ear. “I bet you love this, bitch.”

Try as he might, Rumble could only whimper a response. “Y…yesh,” he slurred, teetering on the cusp of release.

He hadn’t even touched himself, yet he knew he was about to cum. Robbed of what remained of his self-control, feeling the strength flee from him, he struggled to hold out for as long as he could. While there was no real need to restrain himself, he wanted to test himself, to see just how much he could endure. Only when the pressure became overwhelming, his little bitch-button being beaten into submission, did he slip into ecstasy’s embrace.

His climactic howl filled the air, joining the drumbeat of slapping flesh from colliding bodies to create a depraved symphony, his colthood slung jizz over his chest, belly, and the floor. It was without a doubt the strongest, most intense orgasm he’d ever had, to the point where the oblivion of blacking out beckoned to him. Only through his determination and pure willpower was he able to remain conscious, sensing the stallionhood ruining him beginning to flare.

Languidly looking over and seeing Midig furiously screwing Button, he realized he wasn’t the only one about to get a hot load of foal-batter erupting inside of him. The younger zebra gripped his friend’s hips, bucking up while the colt slammed his behind downward, and smiled over at him. He would have loved to watch the show playing out beside him - alas, it wasn’t meant to be.

“Gonna - Nnnph - claim this sweet little ass of yours,” Bidix snarled, his rhythm growing frantic. “From now on, you’re mine.”

Mere seconds from swearing fealty to the stud, it happened - the zebra came. Scalding seed surged into Rumble, surging through his insides with each pulse of his mate’s pulsing length. The heat and volume alone was insane, nearly indescribable, and it utterly devastated him. Though he’d cum less than a minute prior, he was wracked with a second, cataclysmic climax that made the world seem to spin.

Button could hear the pair behind him peak, yet he didn’t pay it any mind. Midig’s set jaw, frantic thrusting, and the sensation of the behemoth cock swelling in his bowels meant only one thing - he was about to fulfill his purpose. There were few things he yearned for more than being a strapping, masculine stallion’s personal cum-dumpster, and he was about to fulfill the fantasy. Mustering every bit of strength he had, he steadied himself and hilted his stud.

“Yes,” he wailed, clamping his pucker around the thick root of the young zebra’s length, “breed me!”

A tidal wave of spunk surging into him, accompanied by Midig’s victorious grunt, was his reward. His legs quaked, he felt as though his heart may explode, and he was flung into a maddening sea of bliss. What little spunk he had left was quite literally fucked out of him, dribbling from his flaccid, untouched prick, as his belly gurgled and rounded from what felt like a gallon of seed. If there was a better way for their afternoon to have concluded, he couldn’t think of it.

The room grew quiet and still, as the quartet of colts heaved air into their chests. Midig and Bidix, either merciful or simply exhausted, reclined and allowed the pair of ponies to recuperate. Sweat covered their small bodies, the air positively reeked of sex, and cum seeped from the Rumble and Button’s stuffed, battered holes, sinking into the couch and matting their fur.

“B…buck,” Rumble rasped, “where’d you learn to -”

Click

The sound of a turning lock and opening door wrenched him from his euphoria, bringing his eyes to the entryway. Even if he didn’t have nearly a foot of dick lodged inside him, he wouldn’t have been able to move - heck, he wasn’t even sure he could walk! All he could do was breathe, his back pressed to the zebra’s chest, as a pair of stallions walked inside.

“Rumble, I…” Thunderlane trailed off, spying the four colts upon the couch.

Drawing to a halt beside him, Soarin quirked a brow and grinned. “Well it looks like somepony is having fun!”

“I…I…I can explain!” Rumble bleated.

“Uh-huh - sure you can…” Thunder snickered, slowly turning and crossing through the living room. “Just be sure you clean all that up.”

Rumble could scarcely believe his ears. His older brother, his own flesh and blood, hadn’t batted an eye at the sinful scene he’d stumbled in on. Flapping his jaw in disbelief, unsure of what to say, if anything should be said at all, he slowly nodded. If he’d only known that his sibling was aware of his preferences, he would have been far, far more bold with flaunting his more flamboyant side - nevertheless, the Wonderbolt had one more surprise in store for them.

“You two,” Thunder added, peeking back and pointing a wing at the pair of zebras, “if you want to get some real action at some point, let us know.” Without skipping a beat, his large, pillowy rear leveled at the couch, he leaned forward, pressed his chest to the floor, and slapped his backside.

Apparently just as thirsty as his teammate, Soarin wiggled his ass and giggled. “We’ll show you how to really work a dick…”

Before any of the colts could say a thing, the duo of stallions trotted away and out of sight. It was possibly the most jarring turn of the afternoon, leaving the group of young ponies speechless, but they all knew what had to be done. Lazily unsheathing themselves and getting to the floor, helping support one another, the raunchy band of classmates smiled tiredly.

“May we use your shower?” Midig and Bidix asked in unison, turning their attention to the little pegasus.

“You can,” Rumble croaked, leaning heavily on the elder sibling, “but only if we can join you.”

He could barely stand, much less process everything that had happened over the last hour. Nearly every part of him was sore, he was pretty sure his backdoor would be tender for a week, and he nearly looked pregnant from the two insanely large deposits of jizz he’d had pumped into him, but he couldn’t have been happier. Hobbling through the house and to the washroom, with Bidix and Button just behind him, he merrily hummed to himself. As far as he was concerned, if Thunder and Soarin wanted to join them next time, he’d be more than happy to show off his new, striped friends…

Chapter 2

“Can we go out now?” Soarin whispered, glancing from the closed doorway of the room to his friend’s face.

Thunder’s smirk never wavered, as he slowly shook his head. “Be patient. We’ll catch them just before they leave, don’t worry so much.”

While neither he nor his buddy had planned on discovering a rowdy scene in his living room, that’s exactly what fate had in store for them. Practice with the Wonderbolts had been cut short, since Spitfire hadn’t been feeling well, so they’d flown back to his home to relax and maybe surprise his little brother with some pizza - sadly, what they’d found was anything but heartwarming. Hearing scandalous and wildly questionable noises at the door, before they’d even stepped a hoof inside, he and his teammate had peeked inside and found a deliciously depraved display.

He’d known both Rumble and Button were budding butt-sluts, despite their almost laughable attempts to hide their lewd preferences, yet he hadn’t the foggiest idea that the duo were friends with a pair of absurdly well-hung zebra colts. As he and his friend watched the young ponies getting absolutely destroyed, an idea coalesced. If the little striped studs wanted a real experience between the sheets, he’d be more than happy to oblige them.

The first part of his scheme had been innocent enough, given the circumstances, and it had gone flawlessly. Both he and Soarin saw themselves in, utterly downplayed the wildly raunchy scene, and gave just the tiniest hint that they’d be willing to give the virile zebras a roll in the hay. Once their nonchalant introduction was complete, he’d taken his friend to go change, shower, and prepare for the next phase of their plan.

Regardless of whether they’d get lucky or not, neither of the stallions could bring themselves to do anything before they’d showered. Once they’d entered Thunder’s room, they’d locked the door, stripped, and taken turns cleaning themselves, both inside and out, in the private bathroom. It hadn’t taken either of them long to wash up, but the riskiest part of their scheme was still ahead of them.

Both Thunder and Soarin were fully grown, being markedly larger and heavily built than a svelte little femcolt like Rumble, yet they had charms of their own. Both stallions were lucky enough to have sublimely large, pillowy behinds, one of the benefits of calculated exercise and a healthy diet, and their experience with bottoming was leagues beyond what any mere colt could do - that said, there was no guarantee that either of the zebras would be interested in dominating somepony so much larger than themselves.

“Are you sure it looks good?” Soarin inquired, shaking him from his thoughts.

“It looks fine, stop worrying,” Thunder hissed, reflexively peeking back at himself.

Whereas he’d chosen a neon blue skirt, fishnet leggings, and a jockstrap, his teammate had donned an electric pink micro skirt, thong, and striped knee socks. Considering they’d regularly convene at his house before going out for a night of fun, trolling for domineering studs to seduce, he had plenty of outfits stashed away in his room. Momentarily second-guessing his selection of attire, wondering if he should have gone for the boy shorts instead, the sound of hooves outside caught his ear.

“Come on,” he breathed, turning the doorknob, “it’s showtime.”

Opening the door and trotting outside, he nearly stumbled right into the diminutive mohawked zebra - then again, that’s exactly what he’d intended to do. His bedroom was right next to Rumble’s chamber, so he and Soarin had been laying in wait to ambush his exotic guests before they left for the evening. Stumbling back, feigning surprise, he smiled down at the young zebra.

Be darned if he knew what the colt’s name was, but the reaction he got was absolutely priceless. The striped stud’s eyes widened slightly, as he gazed at the towering stallion in awe. Seizing the moment, sure he couldn’t be caught, he glanced to the lad’s groin. Sure enough, in spite of having gotten his dick wet less than an hour earlier, the colt’s gargantuan, jet-black stallionhood drooped beneath him.

“Sorry about that,” he murmured, extending a hoof, “Soarin and I were just heading out for the evening.”

“Don’t worry about it,” the zebra replied, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away. “We should have been paying attention.”

Thunder rolled his eyes and dismissively batted a forehoof, waving away the tyke’s concerns. “Please - it’s our fault for barging out. The name’s Thunder, by the way,” he noted, extending a foreleg.

“Bidix,” the colt replied, shaking the stallion’s forehoof.

Stepping closer to Soarin, seemingly entranced by the turquoise stallion’s flank, the sibling grinned. “And I’m Bidix.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Bidix,” Soarin hummed, grinning from ear to ear, “I’m Soarin.” Without so much as offering a hoofshake, he wheeled around, presented his succulent rear to the colt, and dipped his chest toward the floor. “If you don’t mind me asking, do you think this thong clashes with my coat?”

“I…I don’t…” Bidix stammered, his length appearing beneath him, “I don’t think it l…looks bad at all!”

“Forgive him,” Thunder chuckled, shaking his head, “he’s just a bit excited.”

Midig cocked his head to the side, looking back and forth between the slatternly dressed Wonderbolts. “Excited for…?”

Positively beaming, Soarin turned to face the colts. “We’re hoping to find a pair of big-dicked stallions tonight! You want to join us?”

“Soarin, please, they’re clearly not those sort of colts,” Thunder grumbled, glowering over at his friend. Soarin was like a brother to him, but the slutty stallion had always been a bit too excitable when it came to lustful matters. “Anyways, yes, we were going to go out cruising for studs tonight.”

“So you saw us earlier and got that turned on?” Bidix snickered, licking his lips. “If we’d known you were that thirsty, we would have come to your room right after we were done with your brother and his friend.”

The brazen remark took Thunder completely off guard, giving him a moment for pause. It’d been clear that the pair knew what they were doing when it came to fucking, totally dominating both Rumble and Button, yet he hadn’t predicted they’d be bold enough to openly flirt with somepony so much older than themselves. His shock shifted to amusement, as he lowered his head toward the mohawked colt.

“While I am flattered, that’s rather bold of you,” he mused. “You think you can back that up?”

“Please back it up,” Soarin groaned, hiking one hind leg to display an almost hilariously puny bulge within his panties. “I’ve been leaking pre-cum just thinking about you two.”

The twins glanced at each other, locking eyes for the briefest moment, before they mutely changed course and trotted into Thunder’s bedroom. Soarin practically pranced in after them, as giddy as a filly on prom night, while Thunder sauntered behind them and closed the door. Just like that, with but the slightest bit of seduction and boasting, the pegasi had gotten the exotic colts right where they wanted them.

“Well,” Midig grunted, trotting to and hopping up onto the foot of the bed, “I’m not sure what you two had in mind, but how about you start like any good bitches.”

Bidix joined his brother, seating himself a few feet from his sibling, and hung his hind legs over the edge of the mattress. “If you two want us to breed you, you’re going to have to earn it.”

Thunder and Soarin shared a knowing look, bit back a laugh, and sashayed over to their virile guests. They’d been friends for decades, having grown up together in Cloudsdale, and they knew one another like the back of their hooves - as such, they didn’t waste any time with banter. It wasn’t the first time they’d worked in tandem, and it almost assuredly wouldn’t be the last, as they faced the colts, eased themselves onto their haunches, and pressed their muzzles to the not-so-little zebra’s groins.

Similar to a pony stallion’s, yet having a subtle uniqueness he’d never experienced before, a strong, heady fragrance drifted to Thunder’s nostrils. He’d fooled around with more ponies than he could count, yet he’d never been lucky enough to indulge with a zebra before. Burying his nose in Bidix’s musky sack, appreciating the sheer size of the young stud’s balls, he drew his tongue up the colt’s length and wrapped his lips around the thick tip of stallionhood.

He couldn’t say how Rumble or Button had kicked things off, having found them well into the act, but he saw no point in beating around the bush. Reaching up one wing, while he affectionately fondled the hefty balls before him, he leaned back and angled the monstrous length toward his face. From the second he’d seen the pair in action, he’d known the twins had exceptional equipment - that said, it wasn’t until he stared down the girthy shaft that he fully appreciated their staggering size.

In spite of their age, the siblings had to have two of the fattest cocks he’d ever laid eyes on. Shifting his focus from the immense stallionhood and to Bidix’s grinning face, he pressed forward, relaxed his throat, and all but inhaled the colt’s thick, vascular dick. One benefit of his imposing stature was that, no matter how hung his partners were, he’d yet to meet sompony he couldn’t throat with relative ease.

“F…fuck,” Bidix sputtered, wincing as he watched the Wonderbolt suck him off.

The surprised note, paired with the sensation of the cock twitching in his gullet, would have been music to his ears, had a noise not distracted him. Glancing over, hearing a series of choked gags, he scrunched his nose. He’d figured his friend would have perilously little self-restraint, yet he’d underestimated just how enthused his buddy would be to choke on some cock.

With his forehooves gripping Midig’s hips, and his lover holding his head, Soarin face-fucked himself with reckless abandon. Saliva dribbled past his lips, his eyes watered, and his neck obscenely bulged with every plunge, while he swabbed his throat like a cum-starved whore. It had been ages since he’d bedded anypony even remotely endowed as the tiny stud, and he was not about to half-ass the experience.

“Mwah,” he exclaimed, fully withdrawing and kissing the blunt crown of stallionhood. “Mercy me, what have you been feeding this thing?” he asked, smirking up at the colt.

“Mostly Zebrican fillies,” Midig purred, “but I think it’s getting a taste for sissy ponies.”

Dragging his cheek along the behemoth’s slickened side, Soarin felt a shiver run up his spine. “In that case…”

Peeking over at Thunder, seeing his friend moving at a much more relaxed pace, he closed his eyes and plunged the obsidian shaft into his snout and down his throat. He couldn’t care less about hooking up with someone younger than himself, even a classmate of Rumble’s - the only thing that mattered to him was that his partners were tops, dominant, and preferably rocking some serious equipment.

Taking care to continue bobbing his head, giving himself the periodic sip of air, he pushed himself up and into a standing position. The exact specifics of sucking the tyke off didn’t matter, so he didn’t have to remain seated like his teammate, but there was one thing he needed to be mindful of - when Midig was getting close. While he wouldn’t have minded getting a belly full of fresh, virile protein, he would much rather his first time with a zebra end with his ass getting well and thoroughly bred.

Though he couldn’t see it, he could feel his puny colthood smearing the inside of his panties with pre-cum. At a glance, he was no different than any other stallion, being of an average slight and decent build, yet his package was anything but. Even when fully erect, his meager length looked more like a colorful button mushroom than an actual cock - not that he was complaining. Be it from fate or circumstance, he much preferred getting bent over and railed than touching his pitiful tool.

“You’re an even bigger slut than those colts we fucked earlier,” Midig huffed, bringing Soarin’s eyes up to his face. “Step closer and really let me fuck that cute little face of yours.”

Soarin could have swooned, as the colt awkwardly got to his hooves and shuffled back. He hadn’t anticipated the tyke being that forceful, but he wasn’t about to complain. As he lowered his head and inching forward, pressing his chest to the end of the mattress, his lover mounted his muzzle and started thrusting. Though he could have thrown the little stud off, the rough treatment was exactly what a slutty bottom-bitch like him needed.

Ignoring the action beside him, Thunder focused on his pint-sized mate. Unlike his friend, his approach was markedly more sensual and erotic. The tips of his wings played over Bidix’s back, his hoof tenderly kneaded the colt’s weighty nuts, and his tongue massaged the sensitive underside of stallionhood sinking in and out of his esophagus. Different though their approaches were, they had agreed to one small detail - they were both going to show the exchange students what a seasoned bottom could do.

Though the Wonderbolts’ approaches differed wildly, the end result was the same - both colts were loving the affection. With Midig wildly humping into Soarin’s face, and Bidix relishing the affectionate blowjob, the siblings grew increasingly heated. Their rigid stallionhoods grew moist with saliva, while their older suitors mopped their shafts with pouting lips and skillful tongues.

“And I thought - Mmmph - our classmates were the sluts,” Midig croaked, his nuts slapping against Soarin’s chin.

Pressing ever so slightly on the back of Thunder’s head, staring down at the action, Bidix nodded. “Oh yeah - I can’t talk about your pegasus, but mine definitely knows how to work a cock.”

Giving a particularly rough thrust, the sibling caused Soarin to gag. “It’s like he wants to choke on it.”

Even with massive dicks lodged in their snouts, Soarin and Thunder glanced at one another. The little zebras had taken the bait, the hooks were set, and all that was left was to reel them in for the real fun. Doling out blowjobs was a darn fun way to kick things off, and an easy out if they somehow snagged a stallion who was packing something unimpressive, but they had the same goal in mind - feeling those massive tools buried in their backsides.

In unison, the Wonderbolts’ backed away and unsheathed the lengths from their clinging throats. While Thunder was able to free himself easily enough, simply stepping back and away, Soarin had to shove the energetic zebra off his head to get away. As they got clear, both pegasi licked their lips, turned around, and presented their plush posteriors. If the colts were excited to get fellated, they couldn’t wait to get to the main event.

“You colts ready to put those big, fat cocks to work?” Soarin purred, flipping his skirt and spreading his cheeks with his wings.

Rolling his hips, Thunder clapped his ass. “Trust me, we’re way better than your classmates,” he cooed, winking back at them. As soon as the twins went to dismount from the bed, likely intent on mounting him and his friend, he held up a hoof to stop them. “Just one catch…”

Midig knit his brow, standing at the edge of the mattress. “That being?”

“Lay down,” Soarin shot back, “we’re gonna do all the work.”

The colts, though looking none too pleased with the development, did as asked. Trotting to the center of the mattress, situated a few feet apart, the duo eased themselves down and reclined onto their backs. While they may have had fun with the younger ponies earlier that afternoon, neither had any idea what they were in store for.

“Comfy?” Soarin sweetly asked, hopping up and onto the bed.

Midig nodded, watching him step over his supine frame. Moving over the zebra, feeling the towering stallionhood drag across his belly and to his spine, he gnawed his bottom lip. As fun as it would be to get railed out doggy, the difference of their heights would make the task an onerous one - that and he wanted to see the little stud’s face while they were going at it. Getting into position, having pulled his thong from betwixt his backside, he kissed the tip of cock with his winking pucker.

He would have done a bit of teasing, had he been with anypony else, but he was too excited for his own good. Lowering his hips and relaxing his hole, slowly exhaling, he gradually impaled himself on the meaty monolith. His heart raced, his backdoor stretched around the girthy shaft, and his prick oozed pre-cum into his thong, as he was slowly filled by the biggest cock he’d ever been lucky enough to wrangle with.

It took him a minute to fully hilt his mate, relishing the sensation of slowly being filled, but he eventually found his cushiony rear seated squarely on Midig’s hips. In a word, it felt incredible; the last time he’d had something so large in his ass had been at a party when he’d gotten drunk and ridden an obscenely sized dildo for a crowd - even then, the sensation didn’t compare. With the fat medial ring resting squarely on his p-spot, he smiled down at the colt, braced his legs, and started fucking himself on his pint-sized paramour.

“God,” he groaned, hammering his tush on the tyke, “you’re so big.”

With the stallion’s forehooves to either side of his head, Midig falteringly grinned. “And you’re pretty tight for a slut.”

There were a thousand things Soarin could have said, finding the floundering bravado absolutely precious, but he decided to let his actions speak for him. Leaning back, languidly beating his wings to support himself, he pulled his skirt up and pulled his panties to the side. Being a bottom meant more than just taking a dick - it meant putting on a show as well.

Rolling his head back, moaning out, he gave the colt a view of his flaccid length flopping around while he hammered his ass up and down. In his experience, a great many tops liked seeing how small his endowment was - as such, taking the reclined position, his lover could easily view his loins and greedy hole clinging to the monstrous length. Constricting his backdoor with every upstroke, while relaxing on his plunges, he rode his mate like the seasoned bitch he was.

Thunder smiled, watching Soarin get to work. His buddy had always had a way with theatrics, but he was no slouch himself. Having moved alongside Bidix, facing the opposite direction, he swung a hing leg over the colt’s hips. While there was nothing wrong with traditional cowgirl, he preferred the reverse - not because it felt much better, but because it allowed his partner to get a sublime vantage of his biggest asset.

Hot dogging the gargantuan stallionhood between his buns, he peeked back at the zebra. “You like that?”

Bidix nodded, transfixed by the sight of his huge, soft ass. As cute as it was to let the zebra think he was hot stuff, he was about to utterly destroy the tyke’s hubris. Raising his waist, bringing the cock-head to his entrance, he slammed his rear down and sheathed the impressive shaft in a single, unstoppable downstroke.

Though he’d been able to hilt the beast as planned, his arrogance got the better of him. His dick swelled and flopped out from his jockstrap, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets, as he winced. The sensation of being stuffed with so much dick so quickly was mind boggling - fortunately, he had the experience to handle it. Much like his companion had mere moments ago, he flapped his wings, tensed his legs, and set to riding the colt like a wanton whore.

As the pair of Wonderbolts fell into a steady rhythm, screwing themselves on their diminutive mates, they balanced concentration with bliss. The pegasi had clocked more time with cocks in their asses than most - still, servicing two stallionhoods nearly as big as their legs was no easy endeavor. While it wasn’t the easiest thing they’d ever done, the rapture of having their prostates crushed and insides rearranged more than made up for the effort.

Their age notwithstanding, the twins steadily took the initiative. Synchronizing their movements to the pegasi’s bucking hips, they grunted and grit their teeth with. What they lacked in stamina and physical strength, they more than made up for with the outright size of their tools and zeal. In short, the siblings would definitely grow into superb studs - studs that Soarin and Thunder had every intention of wooing.

Hanging his head, ignoring the strand of saliva dangling from his chin, Soarin panted. He knew himself well enough to tell when he was approaching his limit, but he was also keenly aware of just how close his lover was. Thrusting up to meet his downstrokes, Midig hammered into him from below. Sensing the colt was close, not wanting to cum before his partner, he flew into a frenzy.

“H…harder,” he wheezed, constricting around the throbbing shaft and flaring head. “Make me your mare!!!”

Screwing his eyes shut, trying and failing to stave off the inevitable, Bidix’s motions lost all rhythm. With one final buck of his slender hips, doing his level best to lift the stallion atop him, he buried every inch of his impressive length into the pegasus. His balls churned and pulled up to his groin, sending wave after wave of his essence through his pulsing shaft and into his lover.

“G…Gah,” he mewled, passing the threshold.

Soarin’s eyes rolled, watery spunk flung from his limp prick, and the breath hitched in his throat, as what had to be pints of seed gushed into his depths. In all his years of bedding stallions, he’d never once been filled by a single load of jizz. Finding the strength to continue bouncing on the colt, hellbent on milking every precious drop of cum from the tyke, he only slowed when his lover went slack.

Hearing his friend’s climax, Thunder ground to a halt. Riding Midig to finish would have been a fine way to wrap up their bout, but he was stricken by a sudden inspiration. Since he hadn’t cum yet, and knowing his buddy would be ready and raring to go in no time at all, he pushed himself up and freed his backside. It was a bit of a gamble to mix things up so unexpectedly, yet it was a risk he’d be willing to take.

“W…why’d you stop?” Midig croaked, looking past the Wonderbolt’s backside with a pained expression.

“Just trust me,” Thunder whispered. Patting Soarin’s shoulder, drawing the cum-drunk stallion’s attention, he nodded to the bed. “How about we let them take charge.”

Euphoric as he was, Soarin unceremoniously shot to his hooves, stepped between the colts, and lowered himself to the mattress. One of the best things about being a bottom was that his refractory period was nearly nonexistent, comparable to a mare’s, and he was not about to pass up the opportunity to get dicked-down properly. In an instant, as he flipped his tail out of the way and arched his back, he found him face to face with his friend.

“You think they’ll be able to handle us?” Thunder whispered, assuming the same position as his companion.

Soarin did his best to keep from laughing, yet he was unable to stop a haughty grin from splitting his muzzle. “Not like it’d stop us if they can’t…”

Midig and Bidix circled around them, choosing the same lovers they’d had moments before, and mounted the stallions. Both pegasi lay on their bellies, allowing their miniature suitors to screw them with ease, as they smiled at one another. In the blink of an eye, ready to begin, the zebra twins drove their cocks into their oversized mates and began feverishly humping away.

Ordinarily, had they been standing, Soarin and Thunder would have bucked back to meet their lovers’ plunges - as things were, with their legs beneath them, all they could do was clench and relax their pounded backsides. Closing their eyes, they locked lips and loudly made out. Though they weren’t exactly a romantic item, it wasn’t the first time they’d gotten frisky with one another and, knowing them, it would be far from the last.

Bidix fucked at a relaxed pace, having had already had one orgasm with the athletes, but his brother was a different matter entirely. Midig plowed Thunder like it was the last day of his life, thrusting with everything his small body could afford, as he tightly gripped the pegasus’ juicy flanks. While they enjoyed their experiences in their own way, moving at markedly different speeds, their big-bottom bitches moaned into one another’s muzzles.

“Slow down,” Bidix grumbled, leering over at his sibling.

Midig only railed Thunder harder and faster, glowering back at his twin. “Shut up - it’s not like I’ve bred mine yet!”

“Colts,” Soarin interrupted, momentarily breaking his kiss, “there’s no need to fight. You can stay here all night if you want…”

“Angle down just a bit,” Thunder hummed, raising his waist just a hair, “I want you to fuck the cum out of me.”

His small suggestion was met with immediate success, as Midig clambered atop him and ground his prostate to dust. His turgid dick, pressed against his belly, twitched with anticipation, flaring as he crept ever closer to the edge. Much like his friend, he was more than happy to get off without touching himself, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer.

On and on the mohawked colt went, lasting much longer than he’d expected, until things reached a head. With an adorable roar of conquest, hilting himself fully, Midig’s dam broke. As a torrent of hot, virile seed crashed into Thunder, coursing through his depths, he reached the tipping point. Resting his cheek on his forehoof, overwhelmed with ecstasy, his rigid cock painted his underside with cream.

Heaving air into his chest, Thunder squeezed the pulsing stallionhood lodged in his backside. The last time he’d cum that hard, he’d been getting railed by a minotaur! Cherishing the warm, fuzzy sensation of the well-earned climax, his thoughts wandered. Both he and his buddy had gotten a darn good nut, and more than likely rocked the young zebras’ worlds in the process, but why stop there - after all, if his suspicions were right, the twins wouldn’t mind going another round.

“By the sun, that was incredible,” Midig dreamily muttered, dismounting and hauling his cock from the Wonderbolt’s rear.

Without skipping a beat, feeling the warm, slick jizz trickle out of his battered hole, Thunder rose and hopped from the bed. “Better than my brother?”

Midig gave a sheepish shrug, as he jumped to the floor. “Honestly, it’s hard to…” he trailed off, watching the stallion he’d just rutted bend over, press his chest to the floor, and pry his ass open with his wings.

“How about you grab that stool over there and I’ll prove I’m better than my little bro,” Thunder muttered, showing off his gaped, leaking backdoor.

Situated as he was, leaving just enough room between the mattress for the colt to get ready, his ambitions soared. Judging from what he’d seen of Rumble and Button’s performance, the young ponies simply hadn’t been prepared for the divine experience of hooking up with two absolutely massive zebras - an issue neither he nor Soarin would have. As Midig prepared himself, pulling the stool over and getting ready to slip into his behind, he threw his ass back and pinned the striped stud between the bed and his fat ass.

Wasting no time whatsoever, he took control and began fiercely screwing himself on Midig. His diminutive mate’s surprise lasted but a second, but he could tell the colt was on the verge of throwing in the towel. Compared to Rumble, he had the size and practice to power-bottom virtually anybody. Absolutely jackhammering his tush against the trapped zebra, he craned his neck and looked over his shoulder.

The fleeting glance from his buddy was all the hint Soarin needed to switch things up. With lightning speed, he pushed himself up, stepped back, and slammed Bidix against the headboard. It wasn’t every day that he got to overpower with somepony rocking an absolutely godly dick, yet that was exactly what fate had presented him. Almost mirroring Thunder’s movements, using the colt like a living, breathing sex-toy, he squealed in delight.

“Bet you’ve never had a mare work your cock like this,” he giggled, wiggling his hips and clapping his cheeks around the partially entombed stallionhood. “How about you colts crash here tonight.”

Nearly unsheathing Midig’s length, Thunder clenched around the zebra’s blunt crown. “Just don’t be surprised if you start visiting us instead of Button and my brother.”

The twins did what they could to reciprocate their lovers, but it was no use. Though they were the ones getting their dicks wet, they’d held none of the power. Only able to enjoy themselves, watching the lustful bottoms service them, their motions waned. They’d lost, it was as simple as that, yet neither complained in the slightest.

Thunder and Soarin were merciless, employing a number of techniques and talking dirty to the miniature studs, and their endurance was beyond reproach. Like a pair of nymphomaniacs, they worked the colt’s thick cocks for what felt like hours - unfortunately, their good time eventually came to an end. Though neither was sure exactly how long they’d been at it, the soft whimpers and trembling bodies of the siblings told them they were about to get a second set of creampies.

Midig peaked first, mewling out and shivering from hoof to head, and Bidix followed seconds after. Neither of the Wonderbolts relented, screwing themselves on the duo without mercy, until the twins went limp. Ruthless though they were, and having only had a single orgasm each, they relented, stepped away from their exhausted studs, and chuckled.

“You want to trade?” Thunder asked, glancing over at his friend.

Soarin beamed and practically pranced in place. “Sure!”

Unhurriedly swapping positions, they lowered themselves and began sucking off the duo of colts. It may take a while until the zebras caught their breath, but that wasn’t a concern. Considering they’d successfully snared Midig and Bidix in their carnal web, they had all the time in the world…

Chapter 3

“I tell ya,” Thunder sighed, easing back on the sofa, “nothing quite beats a cold lemonade after a long practice.”

Soarin nodded, sipping from his drink beside his friend. “Tell me about it, but this stuff does have a weird taste to it. Is this some new brand?”

The mohawked pegasus shrugged and took a long draught from his glass. “Beats me. All I know is it’s cold, wet, and just what I needed.”

The Wonderbolts’ day had been relatively uneventful; after their regular training, they’d returned to Thunder’s house to kick back and relax. It had been nearly a week since their little tryst with Midig and Bidix, having thoroughly worn the twins out, and they hadn’t seen hide nor hair of the duo. While it wasn’t a big deal that they hadn’t gotten another roll with the pair, realizing Rumble and Button were probably keeping them busy, they secretly hoped to encounter the young, exquisitely well-hung zebras again.

“Hey - uh -” Soarin uneasily began, staring into his nearly emptied glass, “do you feel funny?”

Thunder pursed his lips and gulped down his drink, only then becoming aware of a subtle tingling sensation in his limbs. “Maybe a little? I’m not - Nnnnng…” he groaned, his gut suddenly grumbling.

Faster than seemed possible, the strange sensation in his legs crept into his torso. Lurching forward and grabbing his belly, wondering if the lemonade had gone bad, he fell from the couch and landed on the floor with a dull thud. His head spun, his heart raced, and a strange warmth blossomed in his chest, as he screwed his eyes shut. Whatever was happening didn’t exactly hurt, but it wasn’t the most comfortable feeling either.

Flopping to the carpet beside him, stricken by the same, mysterious malady, Soarin rolled to his side. “W…what’s in this stuff?”

Shaking his head and opening his eyes, looking over to his companion, Thunder’s heart skipped a beat. Either he was imagining things, possibly hallucinating, or his fellow pegasus was somehow shrinking. The skin-tight jumpsuit on his friend’s frame hung loose, nearly falling off Soarin’s frame - well most of Soarin’s frame. While his friend’s tush retained most of its impressive size, the rest of him looked like a colt!

A sudden realization struck him like a gong, prompting him to look down at himself. Sure enough, much to his shock, he’d suffered the same fate as his buddy. His once broad chest, powerful legs, and hard-earned muscles withered away, replaced by a svelte and relatively feminine frame, slender limbs, and deliciously flat chest. As the transformation drew to a halt, ending nearly as quickly as it began, he unsteadily pushed himself up.

“H…holy shit!” he bleated, instantly covering his mouth.

Hearing the heightened pitch of his voice, his suspicions were confirmed. While it was completely unbelievable, he and his bosom buddy had been metamorphosed into a pair of colts - which meant only one thing. Frantically unzipping and wriggling from his uniform, letting the fabric fall to the floor, he lowered his head and peeked down his chest.

While he was far from erect, he could immediately tell that his impressive stallionhood was a bitter memory. Peeking out from its sheath, situated just in front of a dainty, positively tiny coin purse, his prick appeared to be even smaller than it had been when he was a colt! Knitting his brow, trying and failing to figure out what in the hay had happened, a chuckle to his side shook him from his thoughts.

“Dude,” Soarin exclaimed, leaning back against the sofa, “look how small and cute it is!”

Gazing over at his friend, Thunder’s mood darkened. Despite having a smaller package than himself under ordinary circumstances, Soarin’s tool made his look downright pathetic in comparison - which wasn’t saying much. While it was true that they were both hopeless bottoms, loving nothing more than to get railed by the biggest, meatiest cocks they could find, he’d taken pride in his endowment - alas, at least for the time being, he had next to nothing to brag about.

“Don’t be so concerned,” an all too familiar voice called out. “Only real stallions have cocks, and neither of you currently qualify.”

Looking to the source of the sound, Thunder watched Midig and Bidix stroll from the kitchen. Seeing the duo evoked a bizarre mixture of emotions, being simultaneously aroused by the memory of their amorous time together and furious that they were responsible for the wholly unexpected transformation, yet things took an even more bizarre turn. Strutting out behind the zebras, a pair of hussies stepped to and hugged the twins.

“R…Rumble?!” he croaked, barely recognizing his little brother.

Sporting an oversized ass, a trim waist, and a pair of plump, pouting lips, his sibling was a depraved parody of his former self. Both the little pegasus and Button, his oldest and most cherished friend, had been changed into a pair of curvaceous, pint-sized bimbos. Staring in open shock, he forgot all about his own worries - a mistake he quickly regretted.

Reaching over and stroking Rumble’s chin, Midig grinned. “Be a dear and go hold your brother down for me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Rumble cooed, nonchalantly sauntering over to his sibling.

He’d known all about the twins’ plan to change Thunder and Soarin into a pair of slender little femcolts - heck, he’d been the one to dose the lemonade with a potion, and he didn’t regret a thing. After hearing how the Wonderbolts had dominated the zebras, using their size and strength against the brothers, he’d sworn to help them get vengeance. A bottom’s place was being submissive, regardless of how well they could work a dick, and he was going to make sure the pair of stallions learned it.

Once he was within a few feet of his brother, he struck. The surprise attack took Thunder completely off guard, allowing him to tackle and pin the older, yet suddenly smaller pegasus beneath himself. It was a dirty trick, and a part of him did feel bad for it, but he realized it was for the best. Glancing back and watching Midig grab his brother’s back hooves, he shuffled forward, turned around, and pressed the Wonderbolt’s shoulders to the carpet.

“Don’t worry,” he giggled, “you’re gonna love what’s coming next.”

“What’s coming…” Thunder’s words died, as he glanced at the zebra stepping over him.

It wasn’t the fact that he was small enough for Midig to effortlessly stand over that frazzled his nerves - no, it was the zebra’s insanely huge cock that filled him with awe. While the domineering colt had been extremely well-hung before, larger than a fully grown stallion, the obscene appendage above him was in a league of its own.

Midig lowered his head and smirked down at the stricken femcolt, his semi-rigid length draped along Thunder’s torso. “Do you like it? We thought since you and Soarin were going to get a few improvements, we’d enhance ourselves as well…”

Enhance wasn’t the first word that came to Thunder’s mind - for buck’s sake, the colt’s cock was longer than his leg and as big around as his thigh! Contrasted against his own meager endowment, the stallionhood resting against him looked even more monstrous than it already was. Swallowing hard, watching the zebra step back, his pupils shrank.

“Y…you’re not going to…” he stammered, unable to finish the question.

“Oh but I am,” Midig smugly intoned, pressing the softball sized crown of his shaft to the pinned pegasus’ pucker, “and you are going to take all of it. That little elixir you consumed increased your durability several times over, but that isn’t the best part.”

Staring down at the behemoth kissing his hole, Thunder forced himself to look up at the stud’s face. “W…what’s the best part?”

“The best part is that the potion I took will let me cum as many times as I want,” the zebra smoothly replied.

“After what you did to them, they’re not going to stop until you and Soarin look nine months pregnant,” Rumble added, smiling broadly. “Isn’t that right?”

Midig nodded, applying a bit more pressure to Thunder’s backdoor. “So how about you lay there and get bred like the good little bitch you wish you were,” he snickered. The moment the striped stud finished speaking, he fiercely bucked his hips and drove his length into his miniaturized mate.

A bulge appeared in his abdomen, pre-cum was forced from his puny length, and his entrance was stretched beyond comprehension, as Thunder was savagely penetrated. The incomprehensible circumstances told him the immense intrusion should hurt, that there was no way he’d be able to accommodate something so insanely huge, but that was far from the case. The shock faded with but a beat of his pounding heart, drowned out by an unimaginable bliss.

“Feels incredible, doesn’t it?” Rumble cooed above him, drawing his attention upward.

Thunder couldn’t speak - for goodness sake, he could barely think, so great was the pleasure washing over him. He’d been a size queen for longer than he could remember, but this - this was an order of magnitude better than anything he’d ever experienced before. Reflexively grunting with each of the colt’s thrusts, feeling the massive log of flesh working into his torso, he was unable to stop his young sibling from leaning in and locking lips with him.

The sheer insanity of the situation was nearly too much to bear, but the sensation of his sibling’s tongue pressing into his muzzle sank the final nail in his coffin. Though he’d only just been impaled, he groaned into Rumble’s mouth and climaxed on the spot. The warm trickle of his seed against his bulging stomach went unnoticed, as he surrendered to his hedonistic urges.

“So pathetic,” Midig laughed, plowing the femcolt without a care in the world. “Your miserable cock is no bigger than a clit, you’re completely helpless, and now you’re getting off while making out with your own brother!”

There had been points in Thunder’s life when his libido got the better of him, nearly forcing him to do things he wouldn’t do otherwise, but this one took the cake. Kicking his hind legs out, he locked his fetlocks over the zebra’s hips and bucked up to meet the stud’s plunges. He could practically feel himself slipping away, losing himself to the unimaginable rapture his mate afforded, yet he didn’t fight it - no, he embraced it.”

Slowing only slightly, Midig cleared his throat and caught the siblings’ attention. “Rumble, be a dear and let him warm you up for me.”

“Of course, Daddy!” Rumble chirped, breaking the kiss without a second thought.

Pushing himself up, he stepped forward, straddled his brother’s head, and steadily sank to his haunches. There was no real need for him to get warmed up, having been rutted not an hour earlier, but he didn’t want to disappoint his Daddy. The soft, supple cheeks of his rear all but engulfed Thunder’s little head, as he contentedly smiled over at his Master.

“Such a good mare,” Midig approvingly noted, leaning in and kissing the colt’s cheek. “Your brother would do well to learn from you.”

Feeling Thunder’s tongue on his battered, pronounced pucker, Rumble giggled like a school filly. “Oh I think he’s learning alright.”

Face to face, with the living cock-sleeve beneath them, the duo closed their eyes and hotly kissed. It hadn’t taken much to convince Rumble to help wreak vengeance on his brother - in fact, he’d been all too happy to assist! As the two focused on one another, taking some small sliver of intimacy from the moment, the howls of bliss nearby fell on deaf ears.

“Fuck me, Sir!” Soarin blared, throwing his ass back like a bitch in heat.

Situated just beneath the older yet physically smaller pegasus, Button rhythmically clenched and relaxed his stretched hole. “It’s so good! Don’t stop, Sir!”

Unlike his brother, who’d bequeathed himself with a single, utterly gargantuan tool, Bidix had chosen to take a less conventional route. Having sprouted a second cock, a mirror image of his beloved tool, he put his pair of stallionhoods to work and ravaged Soarin and Button simultaneously. With the pegasus resting on the little earth pony, their diminutive colthoods pressed to one another, they filled the air with a combination of slatternly pleas and whorish wailing.

Soarin hadn’t the foggiest idea of what was going on - then again, he couldn’t have cared less. He lived to get fucked, bending over and presenting himself for anycreature that would claim him, so being shrunk down to be plowed on top of a schoolcolt was just fine in his book. Humping against his newfound partner, reached back with his wings and spread his ass.

“Don’t - Fwah - don’t be so rough!” Button whined, the frotting pushing him closer to his limit.

While he hadn’t known exactly what to expect, aside from Soarin and Thunder being screwed into a coma, he’d be lying if the threesome wasn’t one of, if not the hottest thing he’d ever done. Listening to the Wonderbolt groaning, feeling the little prick grinding against his shaft, and having his insides rearranged by his Daddy sent him skyrocketing toward release. Try as he might, in spite of weeks of being routinely railed by the zebras, his endurance was found lacking.

His voice hitched in his throat, his colthood twitched like mad, and his stuffed hole quivered with anticipation. “I…I’m gonna -”

Before the diminutive earth pony could finish, Soarin shot forward and locked lips with his partner. It really wasn’t the colt’s fault for cumming so quickly, being as inexperienced as he was, and he wasn’t upset in the slightest - as such, he did the only thing his lust-crazed mind could think of. Deeply kissing Button, he felt warm jizz smear against his belly.

The impassioned display, or possibly knowing he’d made one lover blow a load so quickly, drove Bidix into a frenzy. Wielding his twin-cocks with an amount of skill and strength that lie contrary to his relatively small frame, he utterly dominated the pair before him. His imperious grunts contrasted the feminine mewling from both Button and Soarin, as his weighty nuts drew taut.

The combination of finding himself in a colts body, being dicked-down by a dual-wielding zebra, and hotly frenching a schoolcolt was too much for Soarin to bear. He wasn’t even hard, feeling his limp length being bullied by Button’s rigid member, yet he knew he teetered on the brink. Pulling his head back, he stared over his shoulder at the divine creature pounding his ass.

“Stuff both those fat cocks in my ass,” he goaded, somehow managing to form a coherent sentence.

Without breaking tempo, Bidix cruelly smirked. “Perhaps once you’re both thoroughly bred - after that, if you’d still like to test your limits, I’ll indulge you.”

Holding himself steady, leaving Button to recover, he rolled his hips back and slammed his ass against the thrusting stallion. He wasn’t normally one to take a more assertive role, much preferring to be subjugated, yet he couldn’t help himself. The excitement of being reduced to such a small size, the fact that his lover had not one but two huge cocks, and the prospect of being double-penetrated by a single stud chipped away at his typically servile nature. As he arched his back and pushed himself up, he closed his eyes and moaned.

Bidix had been trying to pace himself, to savor ruining his lovers as only a zebra could, but then he remembered one thing - cumming wouldn’t hinder his efforts in the slightest. Though the potions he and his brother had imbibed were different, they both imparted an erasure of refractory period, nigh unlimited stamina, and nearly tripled their output of seed. Fixating on his pleasure, serenaded by the colts he was rutting, he pushed himself to and past the brink in seconds.

Feeling the stallionhood within him starting to flare and pulse wildly, Soarin bit his bottom lip. Not only was Bidix’s cock larger than he remembered, but the young stud’s huge, weighty nuts had to be absolutely brimming with jizz. Gathering his strength, he matched the zebra’s frantic pace and steeled himself.

With one final, unstoppable plunge, Bidix growled and came. The knowledge of being bred by such a small adonis would have been enough to push him over the edge, but the heat and sublime pressure of the spunk flooding into him cast him into a maelstrom of rapture. His climactic wail rang through the room, mirroring only a fraction of his bliss, as his gut gurgled and ballooned outward.

Fighting to stay conscious, only just having recovered slightly from his orgasm, Button spontaneously climaxed a second time. Much like the older, more seasoned pegasus atop him, the influx of thick, rich foal-batter proved too much for him to bear. Weakly thrashing, whimpering and weeping tears of joy, he felt his insignificant colthood dribble watery cum. The last thing he remembered before slipping into a pleased stupor was the thought of being knocked up by the miniature stud.

Halfheartedly watching his brother’s display, Midig increased his pace. “Get off his face for a moment,” he instructed, turning his attention over to Rumble, “I want to see his face when I breed him.”

It was all Thunder could do to keep himself from climaxing, but he was losing the battle. Though he’d been unable to see it, the obscene braying had let him know that Soarin and Button had peaked. As the pillowy grey backside ascended from his face, he peered up and noticed Midig’s wolfish grin. He knew the colt had to be close, judging from how feverish the zebra was going at it, yet the tyke seemed to be holding back - almost like he was waiting for something.

“Beg for it,” Midig commanded. “Beg for it and I’ll grace you with my seed.”

It was nearly unheard of for Thunder to beg for anything, especially in the bedroom, yet he was compelled. Throughout the veritable pantheon of lovers he’d had, there wasn’t a single one who’d so mercilessly put him in his place - something which filled him with a thrilled, albeit resentful admiration. Drawing a breath, casting his inhibitions to the wind, he acquiesced.

“C…cum in me!” he pleaded, tightly constricting his backdoor around the immense stallionhood. “Make me your bitch!”

Midig remained silent, letting his body speak for him. Leaning in and burying every inch of his colossal shaft in the diminished Wonderbolt, he bit the pegasus’ neck and came. It wasn’t uncommon for stallions to bite their mates in the throes of passion, even in modern times, and he wanted - no, needed Thunder to understand who he belonged to. From that moment forward, filling the mohawked femcolt with his essence, Thunder would be his and his alone.

Following in the hoofsteps of his friend, Thunder was devastated by an unstoppable climax. His gut heaved outward with every jet of cream, spunk dribbled from his stuffed hole, and he swore he could feel his insides shifting to accommodate the unimaginable amount of cum being pumped into him. As his eyes rolled back in disbelief, a familiar taste crept into the back of his throat.

Clamping his lips shut, unable to comprehend what was happening, he was powerless to stop a geyser of cum erupting from his mouth and out his nose. He’d heard of, seen, and even experienced all manner of wildly ludicrous things, yet he didn’t think it was possible to be filled from end to end with seething nut. Turning his head and disgorging a torrent of seed, he coughed and hauled air into his burning lungs.

“Rumble, fetch that plug of yours,” Midig intoned.

Like a giddy filly, Rumble scampered into his bedroom and snatched up an exceptionally large plug he’d bought just the day before. The twins had said it was for training, to properly acquaint their holes for larger intrusions, yet he had an inkling that there was something more to it. As he rushed back and handed the sex-toy to the dreadlocked zebra, his suspicions were confirmed.

Dispassionately stepped back, leaving the bloated head of his cock corking Thunder’s ass, Midig lowered the toy, pulled his stallionhood free, and corked the pegasus’ cream-filled rump. He couldn’t care less about making a mess, but he wanted to ensure his jizz marinated within the femcolt. Leaving the Wonderbolt to catch his breath, he smiled over at Rumble.

Motioning to Thunder, he cocked his head. “Would you like a turn, Dearest?”

“Y…yes, Daddy!” Rumble bleated, overjoyed with the chance to please his stud.

“Stand over your brother and face. I want him to get a perfect view of the action,” Midig murmured, coolly trotting past the cum-drunk femcolt.

Rumble didn’t need to be told twice, doing as asked without the slightest bit of hesitation. He’d initially been uneasy about doing anything in front of his brother, but the promise of unfathomable pleasure was too tempting to pass up. Straddling Thunder’s head, he braced his hind legs, flagged his tail, and peeked over his shoulder at the approaching zebra.

“Such an obedient little thing,” Midig purred, smoothly mounting his little grey mare. “If you keep up this level of service, I may take you as a wife.”

“I’d be honored - Mmmph,” Rumble huffed, holding himself steady as he was penetrated. “I’d love that, Daddy!”

Falling into a steady, relaxed rhythm, the zebra lovingly caressed the colt’s enlarged backside. “And you’ll do anything I ask?”

Rumble nodded eagerly, moving in tune with the stud. “Of course! I’d do anything for -”

“Suck your brother’s pathetic clit,” Midig interrupted. Leaning to the side, ensuring that Thunder hadn’t blacked out, he found the elder sibling gazing up at him in disbelief. “And you put yourself to work. I’ll not have a sow I just bred being so unappreciative.”

Hesitating for just a moment, Rumble gazed down at his brother’s once impressive endowment. The potion had done a number on Thunder, shrinking his stallionhood to a measly inch or two of flabby, useless flesh - still, as unimpressive as it was, he wasn’t sure he could bring himself to actually do anything with his sibling. Glancing back at Midig, seeing a stern look in the zebra’s eyes, he was firmly reminded that a proper mare doesn’t question their Daddy.

Thunder stiffened, feeling a warm, wetness wrap around his flaccid prick. He’d heard Midig’s command, yet he was shocked that Rumble, his baby brother, would so easily embrace the taboo - nevertheless, there was no denying how arousing the scandalous turn was. With face mere inches from his sibling’s stretched hold, having a perfect view of the action, he reflexively bucked his hips.

“That’s cute,” Midig giggled, seeing the Wonderbolt feebly thrust into Rumble’s muzzle, “a mare who thinks she’s a stallion.”

Lifting his head, allowing the dark, pendulous balls to slap against his face, Thunder closed his eyes and pressed nis snout to the massive, musky orbs. The heady scent flooded his sinuses, making it hard to think, as he instinctively extended his tongue. While he may not be an actual mare, there was no way he could call himself a stallion compared to the paragon of masculinity above him.

A muted groan escaped Rumble with each of the zebra’s thrusts, as he feverishly sucked his brother off. It was funny - he’d choked on Midig and Bidix time and time again, getting his throat swabbed by their impressive stallionhood, yet he’d wound up blowing a micro-dick that belonged to none other than his very own sibling. Humping back against his stud, dutifully clenching and relaxing his pucker, he did what he could to please his Daddy.

“Now then,” Bidix began, flopping onto his back, “since I’m not nearly spent, how about you two do some of the work…”

Soarin nodded and uneasily pushed himself up, knowing what had to be done. “Come on,” he rasped, softly slapping Button’s face, “we’re not finished yet.”

Helping the cum-drunk colt to his hooves, he guided his partner over to the supine zebra. It was a bit poetic that he would be reenacting their first encounter, but he wasn’t about to complain. With trembling limbs, a sloshing gut, and a tailhole struggling to contain what felt like a kiddy pool’s worth of cum from drenching the bed, he shakily stepped over Bidix. The zebra’s twin-shafts, oriented one atop the other, offered him a unique opportunity - one which would require an assistant.

Turning in place, he faced Button and nodded down at the pair of stallionhood between them. “Just follow my lead…”

Button hadn’t been sure what to expect, but the sight of the Wonderbolt squatting down to impale himself was as imposing as it was exciting. One unspoken benefit of the potion Bidix had consumed was that, aside from giving him a second tool, his equipment was significantly more pliable than usual. Shuffling closer to Soarin, nearly delirious for more, he mirrored the older pegasus’ movements and lowered himself.

“F…fuck,” he croaked, as the battering ram-like cock-head slipped into his slickened rear.

Reaching out to hold the little earth pony steady, Soarin continued his descent. “We’ll do this t…together.”

Though he’d never spoken of it to anypony but Rumble, he’d always had a fondness for the turquoise Wonderbolt - a fondness that had grown by leaps and bounds after finding out they were both prolific butt-sluts. Extending his forelegs and holding the pegasus’ shoulders, he peered into the older pony’s eyes. If he was lucky, maybe the esteemed stallion would take him under his wing, either literally or figuratively, and teach him a few tricks for the bedroom.

“Almost - Gah - there,” Soarin croaked.

As the pair of femcolts came to rest on his lap, Bidix mockingly clapped his hooves. “Very good, but that was the easy part. Be a good little pair of sluts and start riding.”

Facing one another, each housing nearly a foot of dick, Soarin and Button held each other, lifted themselves, then threw their weight down on the zebra. Their first plunge was followed by a second, then a third and a fourth, as they started fucking themselves on the stud. While neither had anticipated the intimate contact with one another, an idea struck them in seeming unison.

“Stars above, you two are hopeless,” Bidix mused, watching the pair of sissies making out.

Seeing his two lovers kissing while riding him fanned the flames of his lust. While he’d had every intention of letting the ponies serve him, he couldn’t help but take a more active role. Lifting and bracing his hind legs, he drove his waist upward and plowed into the duo. Their dull moan, stifled by their entwined tongues, proved all the motivation he needed to fuck them in earnest.

Though the dainty colthood in Rumble’s muzzle refused to get hard, the flow of his brother’s pre-cum was ceaseless. He yearned to pull back and beg his Daddy for more, to ignore the pitiful excuse for a package under him, but he’d been given an order. Envisioning the zebra’s shaft hollowing him out, his legs trembled. It wouldn’t be long before he painted Thunder with his jizz, yet his concern about the incestuous dwindled to nothing.

Spying the tremor in Rumble’s thighs, Thunder glanced to the femcolt’s package. Darned if he could say why, but he was suddenly compelled to return the favor to his brother. Bottom or not, there wasn’t a stallion, femcolt or otherwise, who didn’t enjoy a bit of attention to their equipment. Dipping his head and licking his lips, he inhaled his sibling’s miniscule length.

“F…fwah!” Rumble gasped, unprepared for the additional stimulation.

It was hard enough to restrain himself while getting rutted, but the addition of a blowjob erased what little self-control he had left. Desperately pumping his hips, screwing his brother’s face and milking the stallionhood in his ass, he crossed the threshold. His backdoor spasmed and quaked, seizing around the behemoth pistoning into him, as a weak trickle of his spunk sputtered into Thunder’s mouth.

Watching Rumble climax was as incredible as ever, yet Midig knew the best was yet to come. Peering downward, watching the femcolt’s tush jiggle with each thrust, he could feel a second orgasm quickly approaching. With the elder sibling taken care of, looking quite gravid, it was now the young brother’s turn to receive his gift.

As his final moments grew near, he transitioned from long, powerful strokes to a series of rapid-fire thrusts. Only a few weeks prior, after moving to Ponyville, he’d been hoping to get lucky and find a special somepony to occupy his time, but he would never have guessed he’d bag a pair of hedonistic siblings to worship him. Flashing his teeth, he sank his hooves into Rumble’s waist, hilted, and disgorged a tsunami of cum into the young pony.

The blowjob from his brother, the seed rushing into his bowels, and the approving grunts from his Daddy wrought devastation to Rumble’s psyche. There was only so much pleasure anypony could endure before they broke, and he crossed the precarious line in spectacular fashion. Overwhelmed with raw, primal ecstasy, he somehow managed to keep himself from collapsing.

“Much better,” Midig sighed, wiping his brow.

He wouldn’t be surprised if he’d broken Rumble, judging from the look on his classmate’s face, but he was far from finished - heck, he wasn’t even close. Without skipping a beat, he nonchalantly dismounted and hauled his still pulsing shaft from the femcolt’s abused backside. As his stallionhood slipped free, a deluge of cum poured from the pegasus’ gaped, winking hole directly onto Thunder’s face.

He couldn’t stop a small chuckle from escaping him, watching the older yet equally small pony try and fail not to get covered in spunk. He’d been uncertain on what to do next, having a number of options on the table, but seeing the siblings in such a slatternly state inspired him. Clearing his throat, he tapped a hoof to the floor.

“If you ever want me to have me or my brother fuck you again, eat the cum out of Rumble’s ass…” he darkly murmured, doing his best to sound ominous.

Before the zebra could even finish speaking, Thunder lifted his head and jammed his snout into Rumble’s rump. The cloying flavor of ass and cum coated his palate, as he gulped down mouthful after mouthful of foal-batter. It was only at that moment, eating seed out of his brother’s behind, did he reach his mental breaking point. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for his newfound Daddy, so long as he was kept in his proper place.

“Fuck!” Bidix growled, arching his back and lifting the duo on his lap.

Hearing his brother’s command was the straw that broke the camel’s back, making him cum on the spot. The ponies atop him whimpered into each others’ mouths, until their distending stomachs pushed them apart. As Button and Soarin fell to either side of him, unceremoniously slipping from his stallionhoods, he smirked over at his twin.

Trotting over and offering Bidix a forehoof, content to let the siblings play with one another, Midix smirked. “Want to get a drink?”

“Yeah,” Bidix wheezed, mopping his brow, “after cumming that much, a cold soda would hit the spot.”

Moving toward the kitchen, the twin zebras left the quartet of cum-swollen, lustful ponies in their wake. Though they didn’t technically own the house, the place was as good as theirs. Thunder, Soarin, Button, and Rumble belonged to them, and they knew the femcolts would obey them without question. They may not have been sure what the future would hold for them and their little harem, but they were immeasurably grateful that they’d moved to Ponyville.

Chapter 4

With his eyes on the ground, refusing to lift his head, Rumble trotted through town. It was one thing to get gussied in private for his coltfriend, Bidix, but he’d never been audacious enough to go out in public wearing anything questionable - unfortunately for him, the twins had wanted to make their relationship a bit more public. While nopony in Ponyville took offense from same sex couples, the sight of a pair of colts traipsing about like a pair of street walkers would definitely raise a few eyebrows.

“What’s wrong?” Bidix softly asked, reaching over and draping a foreleg over the pegasus’ shoulders.

Rumble scrunched his snout and peeked over at the mohawked zebra, knowing good and well that the question had been rhetorical. Adorned in an excruciatingly short skirt, g-string, and leggings, all in a matching pink, he stood out like a sore thumb - something made all the worse by his curvy, supple figure. Though he and Button hadn’t gone through a metamorphosis as dramatic as Thunder and Soarin, they’d each had their figures enhanced by the exotic, Zebrican elixirs they’d been routinely drinking.

“Yeah,” Button chirped, drawing his attention to the side, “I thought you’d be happy we were going out on a date!”

Unlike himself, Button took the development remarkably well - in fact, he’d been giddy at the prospect of going out to see a movie. Wearing little more than fishnets, a thong, collar, and a matching tube top, as well as some lipstick and eyeshadow, the little earth pony was the spitting image of a pint-sized prostitute - something which only gave him the smallest bit of consolation. While his friend may have been far more provocative than himself, he couldn’t help but feel sheepish being seen with the twins who practically owned them.

Drawing a hoof under Button’s chin, turning the femcolt to face himself, Midig grinned. “That’s my little mare. Rumble, you’d learn well from your friend - after all, cute fillies like yourselves should be smiling on such a beautiful day.”

“Thanks, Daddy!” Button murmured, blushing at the zebra’s touch.

He couldn’t speak for his feathered friend, but he was elated to be out on an honest to goodness date with the most loving stud he’d ever met - sure Midig may have been a bit domineering and demanding, but that was hardly a bad thing! He’d long ago forsaken any prospect of being an actual stallion, embracing his life as a submissive, obedient bottom-bitch since he’d first been bred by the divine, dreadlocked colt, and he’d been as happy as can be ever since. Leaning over, closing his eyes and pursing his lips, he silently awaited a kiss from his mate.

Midig grabbed his ear, stopped him, and shot forward, kissing him deeply right in the middle of the street. Stars above, he couldn’t say what he’d done to deserve such a passionate paramour, but he thanked the heavens for every day they spent together. Nestled beneath his panties, away from prying eyes, his well-used pucker flexed around the plug he’d worn for the occasion. The only time he didn’t keep his hole stuffed and primed for action was when he was attending classes, and that was only because Ms. Cheerilee had politely told him that something so salacious would distract his fellow students.

As a thick tongue pressed into his muzzle, he was shaken from his thoughts. Though Midig and Bidix were twins, almost mirror images of one another and sharing a number of traits, they did have their differences. His lover was a bit more forward with his desires, whereas Rumble’s mate tended to be a bit more playful with amorous affairs. They were both superb studs, despite their young age, and he wouldn’t trade his coltfriend for the world.

Slowing to a halt, leading the pegasus to follow suit, Midig cleared his throat. “Since we’ve got some time before the movie, you fillies want to get some ice cream?”

With a faltering smile, Rumble nodded. Celestia help him - no matter what he was doing, looking upon Bidix’s handsome face, or hearing the colt’s sonorous voice, was thrilling. As his eyes wandered down the zebra’s frame, settling on the weighty nuts and coal-black sheath which resided at his lover’s groin, he licked his lips. Though he’d foregone wearing a plug, his meager colthood and dribbled a bead of pre-cum into his thong.

“Or maybe,” Bidix continued, taking note of the pegasus’ interest, “you’d like a different sort of treat…?”

Taking a step forward, staring longingly at the stud’s package, Rumble was only barely able to stop himself from moving beneath the zebra. Weeks of fooling around and regular fucking had ingrained a pavlovian response to the stud, training him on a subconscious level to please his mate, but this wasn’t the time nor place to suck somepony off - for pete’s sake, they were in the middle of town. As he reluctantly withdrew, his cheeks darkening, he had to force himself to look away from the awe inspiring endowment.

Snickering to himself, Midig lowered his leg, grinned, and continued on his way; Bidix followed moments after, breaking his kiss and leaving the pair of femcolts to trail along after them. Both Rumble and Button knew there was no escape, that they’d gone too deep down the rabbit hole, so they trotted up and between the pair of striped studs. As far as they were concerned, they’d found their place and, as such, would do anything and everything in their power to keep their lovers happy.

Taking a small detour, the quartet quickly found themselves at Sugarcube Corner - regrettably, given the summer warmth and the fact that it was a Saturday, the shop was far from vacant. As they found their place in the queue, with at least a dozen ponies in front of them and several more filing in line behind them, the pair of svelte, alluring femcolts and their coltfriends became quite the spectacle - sure, nopony spoke too loudly or said anything to them directly, but the curious looks and hushed whispers from the crowd were impossible to ignore. As the duo of ponies lingered by their respective lovers, the zebras capitalized on all the attention.

Midig Brazenly wrapped a foreleg around Button’s neck, pulling the colt close and hotly breathing in his ear - an act which only made the situation all the more scandalous. The little earth pony openly whimpered, his tail flagging and flicking to the side, as he plastered himself against the stud. Several ponies trotted away, shaking their heads in disapproval, yet even more stared on in amazement at the display.

“Jealous,” Bidix whispered into Rumble’s ear, evoking a shudder from the pegasus.

Rumble knit his brow and turned to face the smug colt beside him. “N…no!”

It was a lie - he knew it, Bidix knew it - heck, probably anyone in earshot knew it, but he couldn’t bring himself to confess that he was jealous of his friend. It wasn’t that he wanted to be ignored by his lover, but displaying affection in public, especially in such a sexually charged way, left him feeling torn. If his classmates and their parents found out, his reputation would be tarnished - sadly for him, as the zebra gently nibbled his ear, his reservations waned.

The scent of sweat and musk drifted to his sinuses, bolstering his budding lust and causing his blood to run hot, as he shudderingly sighed. Slowly, almost insidiously, his fears and misgivings melted away under a growing tide of depraved thoughts. His colthood struggled to get erect, a function it had been losing with disuse, while his pucker winked and drooled lube between the ample cheeks of his rear.

With a soft, playful snicker, Bidix flashed his teeth. “Thinking about my cock again, aren’t you? I bet you can still taste that load I pumped down your throat, or maybe you’re remembering how I bred you last night…” he breathed, reaching back to unabashedly grope the pegasus’ tush. “Next time we have a little outing, I should fill and plug you beforehand - let everypony know who owns that fat ass of yours.”

Gnawing his lip to stifle himself, Rumble shivered from the tips of his hooves to the top of his head. He didn’t have to look to know his talk was slowly rising, his body yearning to be made use of, but there was nothing he could do to stop it - moreover, he didn’t want to stop it. Against such a direct appeal, his self-restraint withered and crumbled to ash.

“Say it,” Bidix pressed, speaking slightly louder now, “say you want me to bring you into the restroom and rut you right -”

“Ahem -” a voice called out, shattering the moment and bringing their eyes forward.

Though neither had realized it, quietly shuffling closer and closer to the counter, they’d reached the front of the line. Blushing slightly and smiling down at them, feigning ignorance or simply ignoring their raunchy banter, Mrs. Cake looked between the two couples. Perhaps she was just being cordial, not wanting to make a scene in her shop, but she addressed the small group with a surprising amount of tact.

“So what can I get you fine young colts?” she asked.

“Oh oh!” Button blithely bleated, breaking the tension and skipping forward. “I’d like a cone of Tutti Frutt - Eeeep!”

His startled squeal made the elderly mare start, as Midix trotted up behind him and surreptitiously pressed the base of his plug. A gout of pre-cum surged through his minuscule length, smearing his dainty little coin purse and making a mess of his panties, as he fought to compose himself. As he ground his plump thighs together, rubbing his snout and trying to downplay the outburst, he pointed up at the menu behind Mrs. Cake.

“Sorry, allergies,” he halfheartedly giggled, praying he hadn’t just leaked on the floor. “A…anyways, I’d like a cone of tutti-frutti.”

“Rocky road for me,” Bidix smoothly stated.

Midix nodded, looking from his twin to the counter. “Same.”

“I’ll have - uh -” Rumble faltered, suddenly indecisive. Ordinarily speaking, he would have ordered a bowl of coffee ice cream, yet his rebellious impish spirit struck him with an idea. “I’ll have a banana split, but don’t bother splitting the banana.”

Mrs. Cake jotted down the order and stepped over to the ice cream chest. “Alrighty! Give me just a second!”

True to her word, acting with a speed that belied her heft, the mare prepared their order, accepted their payment, and waved as they trotted toward the exit. While seating was limited inside the comfy little shop, picnic tables were placed outdoors for customers in the warmer months - the perfect place to savor their snack before continuing on to the theater. Finding an unoccupied table beside the bakery, the two couples sat beside one another to eat their treats.

Rumble looked between the twins and his friend, before peering down at his dessert. Though he wasn’t that hungry, there was a special reason he’d made the very particular order. Sliding closer to Midig, getting the colt’s attention, he plucked the banana from the heap of ice cream, dipped one end in a dollop of whipped cream, and brought it to his lips. The zebras weren’t the only ones who could get somepony worked up, and he’d be darned if he was going to let them forget it.

As his stud peeked over at him, he closed his eyes, leaned in, and wrapped his lips around the long fruit. Had there been anypony seated nearby, he wouldn’t have done something so audacious, but that wasn’t the case. The relatively secluded area let him fellate and softly groan around the banana with relative privacy, swiftly drawing the attention from both Button and Midig in the process.

Though the banana was a mere fraction of the size of Bidix’s stallionhood, his not-so-subtle display worked wonderfully. In a matter of seconds, the sound of a dull thump caught his ear. Peeking down and over, seeing the rapidly swelling length between his lover’s thighs bumping against the underside of the table, he crammed the fruit into his throat.

“I’ve got something a bit bigger you could practice on,” Midig hummed, waggling his eyebrows over at the pegasus.

Button whipped around and glared at his mate, a scowl plastered on his face, as he covetously reached over and clutched the base of the zebra’s shaft. “You know, I’m right here…”

“I’m well aware,” the dreadlocked twin chuckled, reaching back to get a hoofful of colt ass, “but you know I have to play with you.”

“Oh I’ve got something you can play with,” Button giggled, rocking back against the zebra’s hoof while listing to the side.

Shifting his focus from the colt’s face to the swelling behemoth between Midig’s thighs, he felt his mouth start to water. Buck it - the ice cream wasn’t that important, not when there was a cock in desperate need of a little TLC. Just as his snout moved beneath the table, with an ambrosial musk tickling his sinuses, a tap tap tap shook him from his lustful stupor. Reversing course, glancing across the wooden surface, he saw Bidix gazing over to the side.

“Perhaps we should save this for later,” Bidix grunted, as a family trotted over to occupy a vacant bench less than a stone’s throw away.

Provoking one another was all well and good, but there were some lines that they weren’t willing to cross - teasing or openly servicing each other in front of a family being one of them. Straightening up, with their sinful good time put to an abrupt end, they begrudgingly ate their ice cream in relative silence. Though they knew it would only be a matter of time until they could continue their little game, they were none too pleased that they’d had to rein themselves in.

Quickly losing interest in their sugary snack, having whetted their perverse appetites, they left Sugarcube Corner and continued onward to the theater. There was still some time before their show, but they had nothing better to do and, if they were lucky, they’d be able to get their choice of seats for the film. As they approached the ticket booth, seeing a young stallion manning the register, Bidix pulled ahead and took the lead.

As soon as Rumble laid eyes on the Tender Taps, the young, relatively cute pony behind the counter, he got a sinking feeling in his gut. Bidix was a nearly insatiable stud, nearly demanding morning and evening service from him, and he had no reservations about playing on his insecurities. Despite having altered his figure and bent to the zebra’s will, it wasn’t uncommon that his lover would openly hit on or muse about bedding somepony else.

“Well well well -” Bidix hummed, strutting up and looking the slender employee over, “are you part of the show or are you just selling the tickets?”

Rumble knit his brow, his lip curled, and he was moving before he could even think. Even if the stud - his stud was just trying to get a rise out of him, he wasn’t having it. Sauntering over, making a show of swaying his hips and flipping his mane, he hugged and kissed his mate’s neck. He wasn’t all too keen on being the center of attention, but he was not about to have some random pony thinking his lover wasn’t taken.

“Four tickets to Batmare,” he huffed, lifting his head and staring down his snout at the twinkish stallion.

It would have been bad enough that one of his fellow students was working at the place, but the fact that the colt had an effeminate aesthetic and was routinely mistaken for a mare rubbed him the wrong way. There was no way in Tartarus the colt was going to steal the limelight from him, especially since he’d worked up the nerve to dress like a slut for the occasion. Slapping the bits on the counter, already knowing what the tickets would cost, he made a show of affectionately nuzzling the zebra’s neck.

“Forgive her,” Bidix sighed, pecking Rumble’s cheek, “she’s the envious sort.” As he reached out and received the tickets, passing two to his sibling and Button, he smiled up at Tender. “If it’s not too much to ask, could you show us to our seats?”

“He doesn’t have to,” Rumble interjected, though he was swiftly silenced by a glare from his stud.

“I insist,” Bidix added.

Nonplussed and slightly flushed, Tender nodded. “A…alright. Come on, it’s right this way.”

The teller turned usher hopped from his perch and stepped over to the entrance, opening the door and waving the quartet inside. Moving past the concession stand and down a short hallway, led by their guide, the group found themselves in one of the quintet of theaters the establishment housed. By any reasonable standard, the two pairs of dating colts should have selected seats for themselves, gotten comfortable, and awaited the show - then again, the band was far from the ordinary sort.

Midig glanced to the very back of the cavernous chamber and spied the rearmost set of seats. “Are those available?”

Tender shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. “They’re all available, so long as nopony is using them.”

“Hmmmm,” Bidix hummed, rubbing his chin. “Would you mind accompanying us for a bit longer? I’d like to ensure the view and seating is comfortable.”

“I guess, sure,” the usher replied, timidly smiling. “It’s not like many ponies come to matinees anyways.”

With Bidix and Midig taking the lead, Rumble, Button, and Tender trotted up the stairs and to the back row of chairs. As the zebras and their respective dates shuffled down the row, hopping into the centermost sets of seats, they peered over at the usher. Though the duo of femcolts didn’t say a word, they both thought the same thing - what were their studs up to?

Wiggling his behind and getting comfortable, Bidix splayed his hind legs and allowed his obscenely large package to flop onto the cushion beneath him. “These are quite nice, but I wonder if there’s adequate headroom.”

“Headroom?” Tender chirped, quirking a brow. “I don’t…”

Button hadn’t spoken of it often, only confiding in his friend Rumble, but he’d had an interest in exhibitionism for what felt like years. Being walked in on by Thunder and Soarin had been incredible and he’d wished to reenact the experience ever since. With the opportunity of showing off his slatternly side being presented on a silver platter, he gingerly lifted Midig’s obsidian log of flesh, leaned to the side, and popped the battering ram like tip into his maw.

The taste of sweat and traces of cum bathed his palate, as he hungrily and quite loudly slurped on his lover’s stallionhood. Blowing someone next to himself wasn’t exactly ideal, having to twist his torso at an unnatural angle, yet the thrill of being watched more than made up for the slight discomfort. Bobbing his head, doing his best to make a show of sucking the stud off, he shifted his rear to ensure his classmate could get a view of the plug corking his rump.

Pursing his lips, Rumble found himself at a crossroads. He knew he shouldn’t make a scene and join his friend, but the temptation was stretching his hesitation to its limit. Peeking over, seeing Bidix’s cock gradually rising and swelling, his pucker angrily clenched upon itself. If his friend could be so audacious - by Celestia, so could he.

“Go ahead,” Bidix cooed, flexing his groin and sending blood rushing into his dick, “it’s not like anypony is going to stop you.”

The final taunt was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Mirroring Button’s movements, turning slightly and bending at the waist, he started making out with the battering ram-like head of the zebra’s tool. To heck with it - if his friend could cave to his urges without a care in the world, so could he. With Bidix’s forehoof on the back of his head, forcing him downward, he fully committed himself to his unstoppable depravity.

Had it not been for the sound of a soft gag, Button would have gleefully stayed where he was, yet that was far from the case. As he cracked one eye, noticing that Rumble had joined him, his passion soared. While he didn’t mind his companion joining in the hedonistic display, his competitive side demanded he up the ante. Lifting his head and clearing his snout, he slipped from his chair and sidled directly in front of his mate, angled the monstrous shaft squarely at his face, and shot forward.

The girthy shaft plunged straight down his throat, straining the collar around his neck. Casually sucking somepony off for an audience was fine and all, but face-fucking himself was leagues more daring. Making a show of pressing his nose to the stud’s groin, sheathing the impossibly huge shaft in his gullet, he withdrew, filled his lungs, and set upon the well-endowed zebra with all the zeal he could muster.

Working in tandem, in spite of their varying positions and techniques, the colts serviced their lovers like a duo of whores. Though the theater was practically vacant, with only a hoofful of ponies occupying seats closer to the screen, they had at least one witness to enjoy their show. Inching down the aisle, his colthood excitedly slapping against his belly, Tender crept closer to the quartet.

Rhythmically shoving Rumble’s head down, Bidix smirked over at the curious colt. “If you’d like, you can always warm up my bitch for me.”

Rumble had doubted his classmate would oblige the request, but he was in for a surprise. Hearing a muffled complaint from Button, along with the sound of hooves on concrete, he felt something brush against his rear. He couldn’t see it, and there was no way he was going to stop swabbing his throat, but he sure as heck felt his thong being pulled to the side. A stifled gasp was all he could manage, as what had to be a tongue started circling and teasing his backdoor.

He didn’t necessarily need the impromptu rim-job, having a cocktail of lube and cum in his ass from being fucked that morning, but he was too turned on to stop his fellow student. Rolling to his side and lifting a hind leg, allowing Tender to more easily eat his ass, he reached up and lovingly fondled Bidix’s balls. Succumbing to his yearnings, his mind clouded by lust, he closed his eyes and worked the thick medial ring into his muzzle. While he hadn’t planned on things taking such a perverse turn, he’d be lying if he wasn’t thoroughly enjoying himself.

In nearly perfect harmony, Rumble and Button coaxed their mates to full-mast while losing themselves to their bliss. After having spent weeks with the twins, being regularly plowed into submission and giving themselves to their youthful, hormonally charged desires, they’d been reduced to little more than a pair of obedient, exquisitely horny bitches. If their studs asked them to jump, they’d ask ‘how high’ - if the twins presented themselves, they’d gleefully stuff their throats or asses. They had nopony to blame but themselves for becoming a pair of lust-crazed harlots, yet that was only because they’d been fortunate enough to meet their wondrous, striped paramours.

Fully aware of what Tender was doing, growing increasingly upset with his lack of attention, Button’s frustration mounted. Why didn’t he have a cute colt eating his ass? Was he not hot enough for his classmate’s affection? Coolly backpedaling and unsheathing Midig’s saliva and pre-cum slathered stallionhood, he shuffled around and faced away. He could only think of one thing that he could do to console himself, and it was far more immodest than just sucking a cock.

As he peered behind himself, taking a small step back, he flicked his tail to the side - mercifully, figuring out what he intended, Midig pushed his dick downward while leaning forward to pull the plug from his ass. If Tender got a little hot and bothered by the sight of a mere blowjob, he couldn’t wait to see how the usher would react to watching his hole get absolutely stuffed. Relaxing his tush, allowing the zebra to remove the toy with a soft pop, he backed up and impaled himself on the stud’s divine length.

Having a plug in his tush could be fun, keeping him loose and ready for action at a moment’s notice, but there wasn’t a thing in the world that could compare to having a hot, fat stallionhood slipping into his needy hole. With a hushed groan, rolling his hips back, he took a second step back and gradually sheathed his lover’s tool. Risking a glance over, noticing he held Tender’s attention, he grinned.

Rumble knew just what Button was doing - heck, he’d assumed his friend would up the ante before long, but he had plans of his own. As Tender lifted his head, having stopped french kissing his behind to watch his companion’s shameless display, he lowered his leg and wriggled in place. His friend wasn’t the only one who could perform for an audience.

“Should I…?” Bidix uneasily began, as the pegasus stepped over him.

“Nah,” Rumble replied, “I got this.”

Straddling the seated zebra, facing the screen, he carefully reared onto his hind legs and began lowering himself. He’d be the first to admit that Button’s little demonstration was pretty hot, but it wouldn’t be able to hold a candle to what he was planning. Kissing his pucker to the tip of Bidix’s shaft, without skipping a beat, he continued his descent and worked the towering stallionhood into himself.

As he reached the half-way point, having accommodated a substantial portion of the zebra’s length, he braced his legs, pressed his back to Bidix’s chest, and seated himself with a single, smooth motion. With both his pathetic, flaccid colthood and stretched hole were on full display, Tender’s eyes went wide with amazement.

“Go ahead,” Rumble wheezed, trying to sound self-assured, “get a closer look.”

No sooner did he finish speaking than Tender trotted closer, bringing his muzzle to within inches of the action; he’d fully expected the colt to get a better view, but he hadn’t anticipated his classmate would be that brazen! Steadying himself, adjusting his positioning ever so slightly, he was unprepared for the stud’s thrust. With a throaty groan, nearly being set off balance, his body was driven upward by his lover’s powerful hips.

“If you’re going to stay down there, feel free to put that adorable little muzzle to use,” Bidix mused, falling into a steady rhythm of plowing the femcolt on his lap.

Keenly aware of what was going on, Button’s passion roared into an inferno. Rocking his rump forward and back, screwing himself on his stud, he peered over his shoulder and caught Midig’s attention. If there was one thing he’d learned from the twins, aside from how to bottom like a champ, it was how to get the siblings wound up - all it took was a wink and three little, magical words…

“Breed me, Stud…”

In the blink of an eye, Midig unseated himself, grabbed hold of his waist, and began rutting him like he was a mare in heat. Serving his mate in any way was to die for, but nothing - nothing beat the sensation of being mounted and rutted. His tongue lolled from his mouth, leaving strands of saliva to drip to the floor, as his eyes rolled back. Little by little, thrust after thrust, his jealousy and frustration melted away under the inexorable pleasure of being ruthlessly fucked.

His body moved of its own accord, all his training and ambitions seizing hold, as he threw his ass back to meet Midig’s thrusts. Though it was subtle, not loud enough to attract too much attention, the soft sound of slapping flesh and quiet moans filled the air. Seconds dragged by, with the situation growing increasingly impassioned, until the pegasus’ growing rapture became more evident.

Try as he might, Rumble was unable to contain his voice. Bidix’s medial ring was demolishing his tender p-spot, the pair of hooves around his waist played with his sensitive nipples, and Tender had done more than just spectate. Wandering closer, possibly drawn by the stud’s musk, his classmate had started lapping at his hole and the titanic stallionhood pistoning into him. He didn’t notice the lights growing dim, nor the trailers beginning to play on screen, as he rolled his head back and groaned.

“Tighten up, Slut,” Midig grunted, twisting his teats and eliciting a whimper, “milk my cock like you’re supposed to.”

“Y…yes, Daddy,” Rumble mewled, clenching his abused pucker around the slickened shaft rearranging his insides.

Fixating on the indescribable feeling of being dominated on a fundamental level, his grasp of reality faded. He’d changed his body and altered his behavior for his stud, steadily becoming a different pony than he’d been months prior, and he knew he wasn’t finished yet. If he was destined to become a buxom, bubbly bimbo of a femcolt for his lover, he’d embrace his future with open hooves - nevertheless, that wouldn’t be for quite some time; for now, he had a job to do.

With Tender lavishing the slickened cock buried in his ass, he rode Bidix for everything he was worth. Constricting his well-trained pucker on the upstrokes, relaxing on his plunges, he spared no expense to get his Daddy off. He instinctively knew Button was in the same boat as him, working Midig’s shaft like it was his job, and the thought was as heartwarming as it was provocative.

Moving harder and faster with every fleeting second, pushing themselves to the limit, the happy, lecherous couples screwed without a care in the world - all with Tender being an unexpected participant. Though the little usher was playing a relatively passive role, he stroked himself off while relishing what had to be his first experience with a zebra. As things reached a head, drawing a few curious glances from the small number of moviegoers, things took a turn.

“Oh fuck!” Button cried, his movements faltering while he blew his load to the floor.

In what could only be described as a perverse domino effect, one colt came shortly after the other. Snorting and biting down on his lover’s neck, Bidix hilted and unleashed a torrent of seed into the young earth pony’s depths. Hearing and seeing his friend peak, paired with Tender’s tongue ravishing his backdoor, proved too much for Rumble to bear. With a feminine mewl, his legs threatening to give out, he painted his classmate with his thin, impotent spunk.

Bidix was the last to climax, but it was one heck of a climax. With a triumphant snark, the zebra hauled Rumble downward and disgorged his immense load into the femcolt. Having backed away to wipe his face, unprepared for the baptism of jizz, Tender had a front row seat to the sight of his fellow student’s gut distending under pints of scalding seed; nibbling his lip, furiously stroking himself off, his spunk only added to the unseemly mess the group had made. It was hedonism made manifest, the apex of youthful desires and unrestrained lasciviousness, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Quiet down!” a random pony shouted, lobbing a bucket of popcorn up and back at them.

“S…sorry!” Tender bleated, waving to the patron. “Somepony spilled their drink up here! I’ll take care of it straight away.”

Wiping his face off as best he could, he scampered down the aisle, to the stairs, and toward the exit, leaving the four euphoric colts in his wake. The happy couples dreamily looked to one another, all immeasurably thankful that they’d received some much needed assistance to cover for what could have been an even stickier situation, as they carefully unsheathed their lengths and unplugged their holes. Each was covered in or filled with seed, the lightheadedness a well-earned orgasms had them smiling like idiots, and they were overjoyed with how things had played out - sure they may look back and consider the exchange foolish later, but they were as happy as could be for the time being.

“What do we say?” the twins asked in unison, grinning at their cum-bloated lovers.

Wistfully grinning and plastering themselves to their mates, having unsteadily hopped back into their seats, Rumble and Button replied in tandem. “Thank you, Daddy…”

Chapter 5

Resting against one arm of the sofa, weary and content, Rumble couldn’t be happier with the direction his life had taken. His dearest friend, Button, lay passed out beside him, Soarin and Thunderlane had been fucked into a coma in the kitchen, and he’d only barely managed to remain conscious after being rutted by his Daddy. A weary smile split his lips, as a whorish moan crept to his ears.

Serving Midig and Bidix was like a dream come true. The twins had shown him his place, accentuated his femininity to rival or eclipse even the most attractive mares, and he got laid at least once or twice a day. His brother and friends had gone through a similar treatment, their forms being altered ever so slightly to suit their roles, but they weren’t the only ones. Lifting his head, he peered at the wondrously obscene display before himself.

His Daddies were carnal gods, in spite of their meager stature and young age, and could conquer practically any stallion they laid their eyes upon. The pair’s endurance could and often did see their playthings pass out before they were exhausted, leaving their lovers filled and covered in their rich, virile spunk, and they were mature beyond their years. He never would have thought there would be anypony who could rival the twin’s sexual might - that was before the little zebras invited their family to Ponyville.

Nearly a month prior, no fewer than six of the siblings’ cousins had immigrated from Zebrica, accompanied by their parents, and the town simply hadn’t been the same since. It was difficult enough to satiate a pair of the lustful, big-dicked, domineering youths, so having an octet made things very, very interesting. Unwilling to share their mates, Midig and Bidix had helped their kin find lovers of their own.

Rumble glanced to his left, peering at the newest and arguably most unexpected member of the zebra’s growing harem. With a golden mane and tail, arctic eyes, and a snow-white coat, the unicorn threw his head back and groaned atop the striped colt beneath him. He wouldn’t have guessed that such an illustrious noble would ever be such a pervert - then again, he supposed there wasn’t a pony alive who could resist a zebra’s affection.

“Mmmph Mmmph Mmmph,” Blueblood whimpered, hammering his ass atop the colt. As he leaned forward, peppering the young zebra’s cheek with kisses, he was pushed away. “S…sorry, Ode.”

The little stud scowled and waved a forehoof. “Lean back, Sow, I want to see that delicious hole of yours. And stop calling me Ode - it’s Master.”

Throwing himself back, placing his forehooves behind his head, the unicorn loudly moaned. It was a shame he couldn’t watch himself getting plowed, left to imagine the sight of his snug, pink hole and alabaster hide contrasted against the obsidian behemoth filling him, but the sinful taboo and physical bliss more than made up for it. As he ground his tush against the colt and gyrating his hips, relished the sensation of the thick root of cock crushing his p-spot.

“My little Princess enjoying herself?” Ode chuckled, reaching out and flicking the unicorn’s pathetic, fully-flaccid prick.

With small sparks flying from his horn, Blueblood nodded. “Uh…Uh-huh.”

“Do you think Celestia and Luna would approve of an esteemed Canterlot unicorn being owned by a Zebrican colt?” the tiny stud snickered.

The remark summoned a gout of pre-cum from the unicorn’s soft length, pushing him closer to his limit. For him to be used like a sex toy by anypony would have been scandalous enough, yet his situation was magnitudes more shameful. He’d dedicated himself to a colt half his age, he’s already sworn off ponies forever, and his lover was a foreign commoner - all told, should anypony find out about his love life, he’d be the laughingstock of Canterlot.

“Answer,” Ode hissed, grabbing and pulling on a leash hanging from the unicorn’s neck.

“I…I don’t know,” Blueblood hesitantly replied, while the colt bucked up to meet his descents.

“I don’t see why they’d oppose our relationship,” Ode placidly remarked, his calm words standing in stark contrast to his monstrous, pistoning tool. “You’re a Princess and you deserve to have only the finest, most capable stud to breed you.”

The royal faltered and whimpered uncontrollably, watery seed dribbling from his comparably miniscule prick. Even with all of the sexual experience he’d gained over his life, he never lasted more than a few minutes with the colt - compound that with the dirty talk, sinful promises and vague threats to his lofty position in society, and he may as well be an amorous neophyte compared to the zebra. Nearly wrenched off balance by the lead clipped to his collar, he found himself face to face with his lover.

Life had a funny way of making things come into perspective. There he was, a literal Prince, bouncing on some foreign commoner’s fat, juicy cock like it was the last day of his life. Somepony of his esteemed status should never participate in something so depraved, yet the ignominy of it all elevated his arousal to staggering heights. Clenching his battered, cum-slickened hole, milking his stud for all his worth, he drew closer to his limit.

“Admit it,” the young zebra whispered, bracing his hind legs and jackhammering into the stallion. “You want me to parade you through Canterlot - you want everypony to see you wearing your collar, a cute tiara, and a revealing dress while you walk beside me…”

The thought of himself being paraded through the capital, being led around like a trophy wife by a mere colt, was enough to make Blueblood’s climax redouble. His legs shook uncontrollably, spunk seeped from his shaft, and his pucker quaked around the gargantuan stallionhood ruining him, while his mind began to go blank. If word got out what he’d been doing, not to mention who he’d been doing it with, he’d be ruined!

“Yes,” Ode hissed, drawing the unicorn closer. “Tell me you’re my Princess and I may breed you like one.”

Sensing the colt’s wildly throbbing, flaring stallionhood, Blueblood shook off his stupor and flew into a frenzy. This is what he needed, this was where he belonged, and he genuinely felt like he’d finally found a missing part from his life. Reclining and arching his back, leaving his prick to flail about, he drew a deep breath.

“Yes,” he howled, feeling the behemoth swell within him, “I’m your Princess! I’ll do whatever you waaaAAAAAH!”

His shameless admission transitioned into an orgasmic howl, as the colt peaked. Sweltering, thick, potent seed poured into him, making his stomach gurgle and distend under the immense pressure and weight, as he was driven to climax yet again. He wasn’t sure what was worse - the fact that he may lose his title and standing in Canterlot, or that he’d give up literally everything he had to stay with his pint-sized paramour.

As he and his lover grew still, he savored the heat radiating through his body. It was incredible to think that a stallion so young could produce such an unbelievable amount of cum, eclipsing what he could produce in a week with a single load, but that was only one of the many reasons he’d fallen for his young mate. Overjoyed with Ode’s blissful expression, drawing contentment for pleasing his master, he tried to ignore the wanton pleas from beside him.

“P…put it in my…” Caramel stammered, unable to look the Dinta in the eye.

He’d done what he’d asked, laying on his back while spreading his hind legs, but he couldn’t bring himself to finish speaking. Though he was all too familiar with presenting himself for another, having done so more times than he could count over the years, saying something so vulgar just felt dirty. Swallowing hard, his anxiety juxtaposed by his pre-cum weeping chastity cage, he fidgeted nervously.

“Put it where,” Dinta asked, cocking a brow. “You’re not a stallion and you never were one, if I had to guess, which makes you a mare. Since you’re a mare, where do you want me to put this?”

The colt’s statement was concluded by the dull, meaty thud of his colossal stallionhood against Caramel’s underbelly - a noise which sent a thrill coursing through the pony. He’d never been all that masculine to begin with, what with his brown, shoulder-length mane, cerulean eyes, and amber coat, yet things had only gotten worse since he’d met his diminutive, exotic stud. Shortly after being introduced to Dinta, the colt who’d rocked the very foundations of his world, he’d started looking and acting more feminine than ever.

It wasn’t like he’d intended to become more marish than he already was, yet some deep-seated, subconscious part of himself had begun to change him. Though it was easy enough to brush off questions about why he was growing out his mane, he’d gone to great lengths to keep some of his more questionable activities a well-guarded secret - well he’d tried to. After spending a second night with his stud, he awoke to find a contraption locked to his equipment.

“I guess you really don’t want it then,” the zebra huffed, turning to depart.

“Wait,” Caramel bleated, spreading his cheeks to show off his winking, slavering pucker. “I…I want you to fuck my pussy.”

The colt paused, a twisted smirk creeping across his muzzle, as he turned and inched toward the supine pony. “I guess you really do want it,” he hummed, stepping over the flustered, once-stallion’s thighs. “Look at this,” he breathed, bucking his hips and dragging him length over his lover’s leaking chastity cage. “This is why mares like you roll over and spread your legs for me. Don’t you think it’s insulting that anypony would consider us both stallions?”

A bead of saliva crept down Caramel’s chin, the pressure of his cage seemed to mount, and his backdoor angrily clenched upon itself, begging him to be filled, as he stared down his chest and at the log of flesh against him. It was true - he really wasn’t a stallion. A stallion wouldn’t beg to be fucked, stallions didn’t make themselves pretty, and stallions most certainly didn’t have a pussy ~ so what did that make him. Releasing his hind legs, he carefully slipped his fetlocks over the young zebra’s hips.

“Tell me what you are,” Dinta pressed, leaning in to stroke the blushing pony’s cheek.

Caramel gulped and looked upward, locking eyes with his mate. It didn’t matter that he was scared, what the town would think of him, or if he ever got to use his pitiful stallionhood again - not like he’d ever used it much to begin with. He’d heard that change and growth was uncomfortable, but he took solace in that - after all, he was becoming what he’d been meant to be all along.

“I’m your mare,” he replied.

As soon as he spoke the words, it felt as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He skyrocketed toward release, without so much as touching himself, when he embraced who and what he truly was. Bearing a broad, predatory grin, peering down at him, Dinta shuffled back, got into position, and slid into his welcoming confines. Despite having just warred with the notion that he had a pussy, the sensation of the meaty shaft within him truly made him feel like a mare.

Leaning forward, wrapping his forelegs around the colt’s neck, he locked lips with his stud. Maybe in another life, he would have been a she, a happily married mare who lived to serve her husband, but he wasn’t going to let that thought stop him. If he had to degrade himself, prance around in feminine clothing, and forsake his stallionhood, so be it. Feeling Dinta’s weighty, cum-filled balls press against his tush, he flexed his legs and bucked his hips upward.

Pulling back ever so slightly, the zebra shifted his muzzle to the pony’s ear. “Such an eager little mare. If you keep this up, I might need to bring you home and claim you as my concubine.”

“Like a w…wife?” Caramel couldn’t keep the enthused tremor from his voice.

“Like a wife,” Dinta repeated, his hips falling into a steady, unhurried rhythm, “though you’d have to play the part and devote yourself to me entirely. You would devote yourself to me ~ wouldn’t you?”

Caramel’s heart skipped a beat, as his backdoor fiercely clamped around the zebra’s shaft. Could it really be that easy? Would his dreams eventually become a reality? If there was even the slightest chance that he could live out his fantasy, if only in part, he’d hold nothing back. Pulling his lower half upward, he met the stud’s thrusts.

There was only so much he could do while being on his back, but that was hardly a bad thing. Servile little mares like him belonged kneeling or laying down, acquiescing to their mate’s wishes at every waking moment. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever been all that assertive with anypony, specifically with bedroom affairs, yet being claimed by a zebra had been a life-altering experience.

“S…so big,” he whimpered, clamping his eyes shut.

He didn’t have to look down at himself to feel the bulge of Dinta’s stallionhood in his stomach. Darned if he could explain how such a young colt was so exceptionally well-hung and domineering, having the carnal prowess and expertise of a stallion triple his age, yet each of the young Zebricans were quite similar in that regard. The thought of his mate growing and maturing, both in stature and endowment, set his nerves alight.

Dinta growled and shifted the angle of his plunges, crushing the pony’s prostate and earning a delighted squeal for his efforts. “Perhaps a pair of - Nnnf - juicy teats, ones which could eventually fead our foal, would serve you well.”

Blinking rapidly, unsure of what he’d heard, Caramel reared back. “W…what?”

“Teats,” the zebra affirmed, slowing as he reached down to brush a forehoof against the femcolt’s undeveloped bosoms. “Zebrican potions are a powerful thing. Would you like that ~ being my big breasted broodmare who cares for our offspring?”

Flashes of himself pregnant - genuinely pregnant, with a pair of heavy, leaking breasts hit Caramel like a freight train. He hadn’t been all that close to his limit, maybe several minutes from being pushed to the edge, yet the mental assault made him cum in the blink of an eye. His shrill wail cut through the air, while impotent jizz weakly gushed from his chastity cage. He’d do anything - anything to actually have a foal and become a mother, and he wasn’t going to let his friends or family stop him.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, the air was driven from his lungs with each of Dinta’s thrusts, and he could practically feel what little was left of his masculinity dripping out of his useless prick. It was like he was abandoning his old life, closing one chapter and opening the next, and it made his climax all the more powerful. Thoughtlessly twisting his head to the side, his eyes settling on one of his companions, he remembered he wasn’t the only pony present.

“I bet I don’t even need this,” Ube snickered, running a hoof up the steel-blue unicorn’s horn, “but it’s part of the fun ~ wouldn’t you say?”

“Mmmn nnph!” Pokey replied - well tried to reply.

A blindfold lay strapped to his head, his hooves were bound to the bondage horse, a negation ring sat on his horn, and a drool-ball was crammed into his muzzle, while the colt circled and taunted him. He was the most reluctant stallion to join the zebricans’ little group, but his resistance had gradually been reduced to nothing. Squirming in place, his stallionhood leaking and pucker winking at nothing, he was totally helpless to stop Ube from using him.

He’d never known he was even into bondage - then again, prior to being introduced to the zebras, he never thought he’d fool around with a colt so much younger than himself. The past few weeks had seen him develop a number of tastes, as well as have a few of his preferences shift dramatically. Unlike Caramel, Blueblood, or any of the other ponies present, he was a switch, accustomed to both topping and bottoming, but that had changed.

Always the experimental sort, willing to try everything at least once, he’d only been slightly nervous to be bound up and left to the mercy of Ube, the rigger of all the little studs. A long, braided cord of leather had been bound around his neck, torso, legs, and tail, before he was hoisted from the ceiling like a lewd pinata. He wouldn’t deny that it was a little scary at first, being unable to budge in the slightest, but that trace of fear had unlocked a part of him that he didn’t know existed.

From the second he’d first been trussed up and mercilessly edged, he was hooked. Something about the powerlessness of it all, knowing full well that he couldn’t stop anypony from doing anything to him was far more arousing than it had any right to be. He’d fidgeted and groaned, dripping pre-cum beneath him and growing so hard that it hurt, before he was finally fucked from behind. The orgasm he’d endured, easily the most powerful one he’d ever experienced, was transformative - heck, it was apocryphal, and he’d quickly grown addicted to such treatment.

He shifted his head, hearing the sound of footfalls moving up alongside him, and paused when he smelled it - the strong, unmistakable scent of his Master’s loins. Guided by the smell, he fruitlessly extended his neck while sniffing the air. Stars above - he couldn’t help himself. He’d heard that having one sense robbed strengthened the others, but it wasn’t until he’d met Ube that he’d learned just how true that was.

“You want it,” a stern voice asked.

He could feel it, a subtle warmth bathing the end of his muzzle, and he nodded feverishly. A tense second passed, followed by a second and third, tinging his excitement with fear. If he could have spoken, he would have begged his Master to let him be of use - regrettably, all he could do was groan around the perforated ball stuffed in his maw. Just as he was about to give up hope, he felt the buckle at the back of his head deftly plucked open.

The ball was instantly spat to the ground, as he extended his tongue and yawned his mouth open. He was a warm hole, a toy to help the virile studs relieve their sexual urges, and he wished for nothing more than to be made use of. Licking at the open air, feeling as though the little zebra’s dick was just out of reach, he heard a frustrated huff from above.

“What do we say?” Ube darkly muttered.

“P…please,” Pokey sputtered, “make use of me, Master.”

With an apathetic sigh, the colt placed a hoof on his shoulder, closed the gap between them, and allowed the desperate pony to suck his cock. “You forgot your manners again,” he began, bucking into the bound stallion’s face, “so I’ll have to punish you.”

Pokey gagged around the massive length in his gullet, his throat contracting. He’d never thought much about the punishment before a month ago, knowing its meaning but having no fondness or disdain towards it, yet that had changed of late. Simply hearing the word was exhilarating, comprehending that it held a cruel sting and sinful caress. Reflexively bucking his hips, attempting to continue fellating his master, he drove his stallionhood against the cool, unfeeling wood beneath him.

Just as quickly as he’d begun, Ube stepped back and hauled his shaft from his mate’s snout. “Oh? Does somepony want to be punished?” he mockingly asked, no doubt watching the pony’s face growing redder by the second.

Feeling his mouth go dry, the unicorn nodded and licked pre-cum from his lips. “Yes…”

“What was that?” the zebra inquired. “I need you to speak up…”

The unicorn screwed his eyes shut and pursed his lips, summoning his courage. He’d just wandered face-first into a dilemma - one which had no right solution. If he kept his mouth shut and refused to answer, he would be punished much, much more harshly than normal, to the point where he wouldn’t be allowed to climax, but if he repeated himself and confessed to wanting discipline, he knew he’d end up blowing a load all over himself and the floor. Lowering his head, he filled his lungs.

“I said I deserve it,” he admitted. “I’ve been a bad little pony and you should punish me.”

“How right you are,” Ube smoothly responded. “Now then, since you’ve been honest, I have two more questions for you. Gag or blindfold?”

“Blindfold!” Pokey blurted, drawing an amused titter from the zebra.

As the leather over his eyes was removed, and the drool ball crammed back into his mouth, he squinted up at the colt. Not being able to see was fun, yet being able to look at his Master was a gift he always took joy in. Watching his lover turn and trot over to a large, wooden trunk, his pulse started to race.

“Second question…” the zebra continued, hefting a paddle and leather strap from the box.

Though Pokey couldn’t speak, his eyes settled on the strap. The paddle, a wooden construct with holes drilled in it, was a cruel thing, almost too much to bear at times, making the thick leather band almost merciful in comparison. Nodding to the right, toward the least savage of the two options, his eyes widened as his Master dropped lash back into the crate.

“I hope you’re nice and tight for me,” Ube mused, nonchalantly trotting behind the stallion, “because I’d hate to have to use this…”

As the colt reared back and mounted him, Pokey grunted. Having already been screwed by two of the zebras, while his Master laughed at and teased him with a number of toys, he knew he wouldn’t be as snug as he usually was - still, he wasn’t going to panic quite yet. Whimpering around his gag, feeling the battering ram-like head of Ube’s stallionhood pop into his abused ass, he slowly exhaled to relax - a move he quickly regretted.

SMACK

The pain that shot through him made him yelp and instantly tense up, his stuffed backdoor seizing around the ebony length sinking into him, while the stud guffawed. He realized what was expected of him, but he couldn’t understand how he was supposed to tighten up constantly! As heat and soreness blossomed on his stricken flank, he peeked over his shoulder.

“You’re supposed to follow my directions,” Ube insisted, punctuating his statement by hilting hilting the pony. “Apologize and don’t give me that look again.”

“Mmm mmmph mph,” Pokey unintelligibly responded, saliva creeping down his chin and dangling to the floor.

“Good,” the zebra huffed, rolling his hips back to free a portion of his shaft. “Now milk my dick like you mean it. I swear, it’s like you ponies want us to mistreat you.”

Pokey’s first spank was followed by a softer, more playful second, as he started to get rutted in earnest. The sensation of abject fullness, feeling his insides rearranged by the behemoth pounding his ass, was amplified by his inability to move and the bit of pain from being lovingly abused. Though he could only shift only the tiniest bit, afforded only the slightest bit of freedom, he rhythmically constricted his backdoor around his mate.

As insane as it sounded, Ube was a savant with little more than rope, leather, and occasionally chains. The little zebra had tied him up in ways that shouldn’t have been possible, gradually increasing his pliability and knowing just when to up the intensity of their affairs - so much so that he doubted he’d ever be satisfied with anything or anypony else. As he unleashed a guttural groan, while his p-spot was pummeled, his eyelids fluttered.

The best part about his newly acquired kink was that he literally couldn’t do anything to stop Ube or any of the zebras from using him. He’d spent nearly his entire life in control, choosing where he worked, lived, and what he did with his free time, yet that changed the moment the leather came out. Sensing himself starting to flare, his stallionhood twitching and throbbing against the wooden frame of the bondage horse he rested atop of, he fought to hold himself back.

“Getting close?” Ube whispered, thrusting away as he lay on the pony’s juicy flanks.

“Mmmph Hmmmph,” Pokey admitted, realizing there was no point in trying to lie.

Increasing both the speed and force of his thrusts, using his girthy medial ring to demolish the pegasus’ bitch-button, the cold snickered. “It doesn’t matter, go ahead. Once I’m done flooding your ass, you’re going to suck my cock clean anyways.”

The small promise and go-ahead was exactly what Pokey had been waiting for, crushing what little resolve he had left. Grunting and braying past the gag, sputtering drool from his muzzle, he painted the floor with his spunk. He had no doubt that Ube would bully him for having so little endurance, yet that didn’t bother him in the slightest. Doing what he could to control himself, continuing to try and squeeze the enormous stallionhood hammering him from behind, he was only vaguely aware of the scene playing out in the center of the room.

Mac’s heart thundered in his chest, his stallionhood oozed pre-cum like a broken faucet, and his nose bumped against one of the triplet’s groins, while his throat and oversized ass were exploited. Ekpe, Nri, and Elu, a trio of brothers from Zebrica, had become quite fond of him and his gargantuan stature, oftentimes setting upon him en masse to slake their youthful thirst. His size had always been a boon, allowing him to accomplish tasks that would normally require two or more stallions working in tandem, and it extended into amorous affairs as much as it did the mundane.

Out of all the ponies who’d come to adore the growing herd of zebras, he was the only one who could handle two or more of the striped studs at the same time. Rocking back while bobbing his head, throating the colt in front of him, he clenched around the two stallionhoods pistoning into his giant, carmine ass. It wasn’t just because being fucked by three colts simultaneously felt phenomenal, nor that he often got off without the slightest bit of stimulation to his dick while being plowed like a field, that he enjoyed his time with his mates - it was because he basked in the rare ability to do so.

Having one huge cock inside him was great, two was even better, but being able to accommodate three at the same time was downright heavenly. Though his titanic body did have a number of benefits, benefits the zebras exploited on a regular basis, he’d had to make a few adjustments to make up for his glaring lack of feminine features. The triplets had been totally blindsided when he’d appeared after their first tryst wearing makeup, unaware that he actually liked to crossdress from time to time.

Adorned in clinging black fishnets, a matching micro-skirt, and a tube top, he’d anointed himself with dark lipstick, eyeshadow, and eyeliner - sure, he’d never pass for a mare, but being done-up allowed him to slip into a bottom-bitch role much more easily. Sheathing the entirety of one Ekpe’s length down his gullet, his lips wrapped around the thick root of cock in his muzzle, he bounced his big, succulent rear and did what he could to match Nri and Elu’s zeal. He’d already warmed up Ube and Ode for their respective mates, loosening himself up in the process, so now he could focus on the triplets currently making use of him.

“F…fuck, he’s tight,” Nri huffed, bracing his hind legs and bucking his hips upward.

Elu nodded and increased his pace, hugging the gigantic stallion’s tremendous, pillowy ass while he continued to furiously hump away. “I get his face next.”

“Ew - no! I’m not gonna get sloppy fifths!” Ekpe jeered, looking over at his brother. “It’s bad enough that you two are sharing his hole right now!”

Mac shivered, delighted by the banter. The three weren’t just delighted to be tag-teaming him - they were actually jockeying over who got to use him and how. The only reason they’d taken their positions was because, after flipping coins and making bets, Ekpe had gotten dibs and left his siblings to either take turns or double-penetrate him. With a sinful hum, he pulled his head back, mopped his pouting lips along the colt’s shaft, and nursed the sensitive tip of stallionhood in his snout.

Ekpe shuddered and grasped the pony’s ears, the head of his cock swelling in size. His immense endowment and skill meant nothing compared to such a well-trained and eager slut, leaving him at a loss. Trying and failing to hold himself back, with his brothers growing more frantic by the second, he realized it was a fool’s errand - not that he was particularly bothered. Grabbing Mac’s head and thrusting forward, burying every inch of his considerable length down the stallion’s throat, he set his jaw, clamped his eyes shut, and crossed the threshold.

Nri and Elu peaked moments after, as Mac’s pucker covetously seized their pistoning shafts. Their dull groans and muted whimpers, followed by the sensation of roiling seed being pumped into his depths, was just what he needed to climax for the fourth time that evening. His stallionhood twitched and jerked, slavering what little spunk was left in his hefty, nearly drained nuts onto his chest, while he rode out his bliss.

Not only could he achieve multiple orgasms in short order while being on the receiving end of a good, hard dicking, but there was something incredible about being fucked to a climax. All his strength and stoic silence meant nothing, when he was bottoming for any of his myriad of lovers. Waiting until the flow of Ekpe’s jizz began to taper off, he withdrew, got the final ropes of cum struedeled on his face, and opened his mouth to display most of the colt’s load.

“Ancestors be - that’s way too hot,” Ekpe rasped, watching the stallion swallow his spunk.

Mac couldn’t be happier with their arrangement - a sentiment shared by all the stallions under the zebras’ thrall. He couldn’t be sure, but he wouldn’t be surprised if more and more ponies joined their herd, learning of the sinful delights the exotic colts had to offer, but he knew he’d always have a special place among them. Closing his mouth and swallowing, cherishing the cloying, salty flavor on his tongue, he smiled. Though they may not want to switch places, something told him he was far from finished that night…