Down Bad

“Come on,” Leech snickered, playfully elbowing her friend’s ribs, “don’t act like you haven’t been wanting a certain itch scratched.”

Walking alongside the unicorn, Kennel rolled her eyes. “Ok, yeah, you got me. It has been a little while since I’ve gotten a good rutting,” she sighed. “Not saying you’re not satisfying to be with, but having a real dick would be a nice change of pace.”

“Exactly,” Leech replied. “It’s just a fling. Once we get it out of our system, we’ll go right back to muff diving and strapons - besides, between two sexy mares, I’m sure that big lug won’t know what hit him.”

As they trotted through town, bantering and conspiring about what they’d do once they reached their destination, both mares grew increasingly excited about their impending evening. Not two days prior, they’d run into a large, spectacularly exotic stallion while out getting groceries; while most ponies wouldn’t have given the innocuous development much, if any thought, they weren’t cut from the same cloth as most. Having surreptitiously expressed their interest in him with one another, they’d come to a resolution - they were going to try and smooth talk their way into his nonexistent pants.

It was rare enough to bump into an utterly massive and well-built stallion, but finding a hulking zebra of such a persuasion felt downright legendary. Considering neither Leech nor Kennel had ever experienced a night with a striped stud, and that it had been quite some time that they’d shared a bed with anypony with a cock, they simply couldn’t help but try and woo him for a night of fun - after all, there was no harm in it. With their salacious little scheme plotted out, they made their approach and introduced themselves.

The zebra’s name was Okuta and he was an absolute beauty to behold. Standing a full head and shoulders taller than most stallions, his height was only exacerbated by his toned, muscular physique, arctic-blue eyes, and imposing mohawk. By his looks alone, he would have been worth a tryst, but his sonorous voice and very forward nature were the delectable icing on the cake.

All it had taken to seduce their would-be partner in carnal crime was a compelling smile, a wink, and a hoofful of sinful promises - unfortunately but foreseeably, it wasn’t like any of them could drop what they were doing for a quickie at the time. After briefly discussing the matter where and when they should meet, the three had agreed to convene at his place on Friday afternoon. With a whopping three days to wait until their little date, Kennel and Leech had spent their time wisely and schemed on how best to toy with their newest plaything.

In what felt like no time whatsoever, the duo of flirtatious mares found themselves trotting up to Okuta’s front door. Unlike the rest of him, the zebra’s home was remarkably unimpressive. Resting just beyond the suburbs, at the edge of a forest, his house appeared to be a primitive, albeit well-built hut. Just as Leech lifted a hoof to knock, the door swung open to reveal their gargantuan host.

“Slightly early,” he noted, turning his head to grin at them both. “Eager little things ~ aren’t we?”

“Maybe,” Leech and Kennel replied in tandem, glancing at each other and tittering like a pair of school fillies.

His smile broadening, Okuta shoved the door open, stepped aside, and bowed his head. “Then by all means, welcome to my humble abode.”

Slipping inside, side by side, the mares paused when they trotted into his home. The interior was rustic, consisting of a single, cavernous chamber, but that was hardly a bad thing. A kitchen sat along the far left wall, shower and what they presumed was a veiled toilet rested opposite, and most of the area consisted of a combination den/bedroom. It was fair to assume that he’d modeled the place after those of his homeland, Zebrica - even if it wasn’t, it was a surprisingly comfortable and welcoming layout.

Trotting past them, he crossed the chamber and stepped onto his spacious bed. “Have either of you been with a zebra before?” he softly inquired, easing himself down on the circular, pelt-lined mattress.

“Neither of us have, but I’m sure you’d be willing to change that,” Kennel giggled.

Nodding in agreement, Leech shot her friend a knowing look. Their plan was simple as it was elegant; working in concert, they’d fawn over him, get him nice and worked up, then ultimately take turns fucking themselves on him until he was a whimpering, limp mass of limbs. Moving forward and shooting to the left, with Kennel mirroring her actions, they slowly closed on their striped, hopefully big-dicked prey.

Watching the duo approach for just a moment, doubtlessly realizing what they were up to, he casually rolled to his side and splayed his hind legs. “I’d be more than happy to indulge your curiosity, you sweet little things, so feel free to help yourselves…”

Seeing what could have passed for a fifth leg flop from between his thighs, the mares paused. Even from some dozen paces away, not to mention its flaccid state, his stallionhood was absolutely gargantuan. A moment of silence passed between the friends, before they were finally able to tear their eyes off the magnificently displayed package to glance at one another.

“Ahem -” Leech coughed, “j…just give us a second.”

As the unicorn scampered over to her, Kennel scrunched her snout. Though it was a more than welcome development, their host’s absurd endowment may have warranted a small change in their designs. Extended a wing and lifted one pinion, silently ensuring they wouldn’t conspire too long, before she concealed her and Leech’s face with the feathery appendages.

“I’m getting first,” she blurted, causing her companion to balk. “You got fucked by that kirin about a month ago. It’s been nearly three months since I got any action from a stallion.”

Leech glowered, holding her ground. “Hey, don’t go trying to get dibs. That kirin had nothing on this guy, so how about we leave this to chance,” she grumbled. “Gimme a bit.”

Kennel fished into her purse, past a generous stack of condoms, and snatched a goin. “Heads.”

“Tails,” Leech huffed, snatching and tossing the bit into the air. As the little disk spun to the floor, she petulantly stomped her hoof. “I hope he’s a quick shot…”

A smirk split the pegasus’ muzzle, overjoyed with the fortuitous outcome. “Don’t worry, I still want you to help me get him warmed up - oh and I’m sure he’ll be nice and slick for you, once I’m done with him.”

Leaving her friend to seeth, Kennel turned and strutted over to the lounging lothario. Sweet, merciful stars - she’d kept her hooves crossed that they’d bag a capable third, and it sure as heck seemed like they had. Unless Okuta was darn good at putting on a smooth front, she felt absolutely certain she and Leech would be walking funny in the morning.

As she crawled onto the bed, her eyes practically glued to his equipment, an ambrosial aroma drifted to her nose. It was fair to say she’d had a fair number of amorous adventures in the past, with both stallions and mares alike, yet the scent which assailed her was unique. Similar to the musk of a pony, yet an order of magnitude stronger, the scent alone was enough to make her marehood seize in anticipation.

“Come to mama,” she reverently whispered to herself, pressing her snout to the thick folds of flesh at the base of his growing length.

He was everything she’d hoped he would be. His cocky, borderline arrogant demeanor smacked of a stud who didn’t just know what he wanted, but took it, he smelled heavenly, and his stallionhood - holy Tartarus, his stallionhood was insane. Drawing her tongue up his hardening shaft, tracing a particularly fat vein along its side, she took a moment to appreciate his titanic bitch-breaker.

The earthy flavors of unwashed flesh and fresh sweat danced over her palate, spurring her onward and causing her heart to race. As much as she would have liked to simply bend over and let him mount her, that would have to wait. Reaching the blunt head of his shaft, she looked up, locked eyes with him, and wrapped her lips around his cock-head.

He remained motionless, save for his swelling length, and approvingly held her gaze. “Quite the eager little thing ~ aren’t we? You,” he hummed, glancing over to the somewhat crestfallen unicorn, “be a dear and get her ready for me.”

“Might as well,” Leech grumpily huffed, trotting up behind the pegasus, “not like I’ve got anything better to do.”

Though Kennel couldn’t see what the mare was doing, the sound of her approaching hooffalls, paired with a hot breath against her nethers, told her everything she needed to know. As she spread her hind legs and flicked her tail to the side, a warm, familiar tongue glided up her thigh and to her slavering entrance. While most companions tended to keep things platonic, she and Leech often toed the line of what really defined a friend - regardless, they could and often did fool around with one another.

Willing herself to concentrate, despite the pleasant sensation of being teased and licked, she drew a deep breath and drove her head downward. She was no novice to sucking cock, but she knew this was going to be a test of her skill. Both incredibly long and girthy, Okuta’s endowment was definitely one of, if not the biggest tools she’d had in her muzzle, but she was undeterred.

Giving a theatrical groan, she drew him into her snout and to the back of her throat. Even if she couldn’t fully hilt him in her maw, she wasn’t going to half-ass things - not purely to excite him, but because she’d be remiss for not attempting such an astounding feat. With her lungs filled with air, she closed her eyes and forced him into her gullet.

The feeling of his stallionhood plunging into her esophagus, straining her choker and bulging her neck, was more than intense, almost painful, yet wildly thrilling. While she couldn’t say how well she would have been able to manage the task without Leech’s assistance, the pleasure radiating from her nethers mingling with her discomfort, she found herself immeasurably thankful that her friend was there to help. Stifling a gag, she peeked out and instantly regretted it.

In spite of feeling as though she had a foot of dick lodged in her muzzle, she wasn’t even half way - heck, she hadn’t even made it to his medial ring! Knitting her brow, ignoring a pang of doubt that haunted her, she clamped her eyes shut and rammed her head forward. There was a good chance that she could only handle his entirety for a mere second, but she couldn’t relent without trying her best. As she twisted and torqued her head, trying to get her airway to loosen up, she felt him shift.

“If you’d like, I could make this easier for you,” Okuta rumbled. “I could be a bit more assertive, though seeing how determined you are is quite impressive.”

“Fuck yeah,” Leech bleated, withdrawing from the pegasus’ backside. “I ain’t opposed to doing all the work, but I’d be more than happy to let you fuck my face after you’re finished.”

“Duly noted,” he chuckled, lifting a forehoof. “Almost there…”

Kennel’s eyes watered, her lungs started to burn, and her lips strained, as what had to be a hoof was pressed to the back of her head. She’d been seconds from throwing in the towel, genuinely unsure if she’d be able to hilt him in her snout, but it seemed like that option had just been taken off the table. Unable to move, barely able to stay relaxed, she was driven downward.

It had only taken a hoofful of seconds before her nose was pressed to his groin, having sheathed every inch of him in her maw, yet it felt like a small eternity. With tears streaking down her cheeks, causing her mascara to run, she steadied herself and deliberately bobbed her head. She may have wanted to get a sip of air, but she needed him to know she was no pushover with carnal affairs - especially if there was even a remote chance that her skills would be measured against her whorish companion.

Slow, railing against her instinct to withdraw and gasp, she pushed herself up and watched his slickened length slide from her muzzle. “Thanks for that,” she rasped, kissing the tip of his shaft.

He dipped his head, as his stallionhood throbbed in tune with his heart. “It was my pleasure. There aren’t many mares who are as tenacious as you, though I do wonder how well you’ll endure having me breed you.”

Pulling back and swinging her head to the side, Leech licked her lips and looked up at the zebra. “Be careful with her. I’ve seen this bitch give yaks a run for their money.”

“Is that so?” he asked, piquing a brow. “While that is somewhat impressive, I certainly hope that hubris of yours won’t be your undoing. I’d hate to have to carry you home tomorrow…”

The glancing blow to Kennel’s pride soured her mood and added a competitive element to her excitement. Wheeling around, nearly knocking the unicorn away with her backside, she turned away from the stud, leaned forward, and pressed her chest to the floor. Though she’d planned on extending the foreplay a bit, teasing him until he asked for them to move on, she wasn’t about to let the subtle slight side.

“How about you put your bits where your mouth is -” she cooed, peeking back and shooting him a wink, “that is unless that big dick is just for show.”

Casually getting to his hooves and stepping to the floor, he shook his head. “We’ll see if you’re so confident in a few minutes, though I hope you are. It’s so much more fun to break defiant mares.”

As he trotted up behind her, she was reminded of just how colossal he was. Between his inordinate stature and her relatively small size, being slightly shorter than the average mare, he wasn’t able to mount her - well not in a conventional sense. Moving atop her, his forelegs coming to rest to either side of her chest, he kissed the head of his stallionhood to her winking, drooling entrance.

“Just a fair warning though,” he began, playfully nudging himself against her, “once I start, I’m not going to stop until I’m satisfied.”

She had to twist her head to peer up at him, meeting his haughty gaze. “So about a minute at most - got it.”

His tranquil smile was unwavering, his stance was relaxed, and he didn’t seem perturbed by her insult in the slightest, as he looked over to the idle unicorn. “Is she always this pretentious?”

Leech shrugged and smirked, glancing over at her companion. “Pretty much, yeah, but it’s not like she’s talking out her ass. Speaking of asses, would you mind if I…”

Okuta guffawed, his rich laughter reverberating throughout his home, and nodded. “By all means, feel free to indulge yourself however you wish.”

Kennel rolled her eyes, seeing the unicorn bolt behind their host. “Fucking slut…”

“Don’t worry,” he mused, “I’ll allow you to get acquainted with my taint and balls when I’m rutting your friend, since you haven’t had that honor yet.”

As Kennel opened her mouth, having every intention of giving a scathing rebuttal, the pressure on her snatch skyrocketed. Had she not known better, she could have sworn a large hoof was pressed to her nethers. Drawing a deep breath, holding it for a moment, and slowly exhaling, she told herself that she’d soon be having him eat his seed out of her to finish her off.

Bracing and tensing her legs, listening to Leech contentedly and quite loudly moaning into his backside, her patience was drawn thin. What was supposed to be a romp with the burly stud had shifted to a battle of wills, detracting from her enjoyment and making the carnal matter personal. As she threw her weight back, lending her strength to his, she all but impaled herself upon him.

Instead of gradually easing her open, nearly an entire third of his shaft sank into her taut, quivering confines in a single, staggering plunge. Her eyes widened in shock, the breath hitched in her throat, and her legs buckled, yet she was somehow able to remain standing. Intense couldn’t begin to describe the sensation of being stuffed with something so monstrous so quickly, but he wasn’t finished yet - not by a long shot.

Inspired by her resolve or possibly seeking to punish her impetuousness, he snorted and bucked his hips. The thrust had all the speed and force of a freight train, and she was powerless to stop it. A guttural, unbecoming groan escaped her, as she was brought to the very cusp of a climax in the blink of an eye. As he slammed into her cervix, all but crushing her womb, he drew to a merciful halt.

“Nothing to say for yourself? No pithy comments?” he murmured, flexing his pelvis and causing his stallionhood to jerk inside her.

“F…fuck yo - Mmmmph!” she whimpered, as he freed a portion of his length and gave a second thrust.

Lowering his head, he breathed hotly on her ear. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

She turned and glared at him, forcing a defiant smile. “I said, fuck yo - Oh fuck!”

For a second time, she was cut off when he bucked his hips and filled her, but that marked the end of his toying with her. Broadening his stance, he started mercilessly pounding into her from above. Fighting through her bliss, bolstered by her petty desire to show him up, she set her jaw and rebelliously swung her tush back to meet him.

“That’s the spirit,” he growled. “I’m going to fuck all that bravado out of you.”

“G…good luck,” she managed to stammer, her words standing in stark contrast to crushing doubt welling up within her.

As soon as he’d crammed his behemoth of a cock into her, she’d realized she’d fucked up - she’d fucked up badly. His meaty balls crashed into her clit, the wind was driven from her lungs, and his battering ram-like stallionhood sieged her foal-factory, threatening to destroy not only her resentment but her sanity. Being plowed by somepony so enormous didn’t feel good - it was breathtaking.

Moving would have been impossible, though that wasn’t her biggest concern - her biggest concern was how alarmingly quickly she was soaring towards a climax. Even though he’d only just started, she could feel all the telltale signs of an impending release. The tingling sensation radiating from her stretched confines, the quickening of her pulse, and the way her pitiable moaning had raised an octave, all beyond her control, made her enjoyment painfully obvious to the brute, her friend, and herself that her hubris had been her undoing.

Giving her a particularly forceful thrust, almost causing her legs to give out, he gently nibbled on her ear. “You’re going to cum sooner or later ~ why fight it.”

She opened her mouth to speak, yet the most she could manage was an incoherent, shuddering cry of delight. Try as she might, there was no stopping the onslaught of raw, unfettered pleasure. Biting down on her lip, she struggled tooth and hoof to remain composed, yet the battle was already lost. It was only as she teetered on the precipice of release, staring into the void of nirvana, that she understood why she’d lost.

Every pony she’d ever become intimate with was different; some were strong and domineering, others were sensual and loving, and there were a rare few who excelled at fetishes or erotic specialties. The problem didn’t stem from a lack of experience or technique - no, the problem was that she wasn’t having sex with a pony at all. She was being rutted by a zebra, and the difference between him and her kind was like night and day.

She could practically feel the primal, untamed lust of his people, of his need to subjugate and use her for his own designs, and that revelation was what pushed her past the brink. As she filled the air with a shrill howl, baptizing her loins with her marish nectar, her climax was like none other. Compared to every other orgasm she’d ever experienced, the ecstasy which struck her was all consuming.

Vaguely aware of just how loud she’d been, weaving in and out of consciousness, she was only barely able to keep herself from blacking out. The euphoria which settled over her was terrifying and heralded yet another epiphany. She’d always considered herself experienced with sexual affairs, yet that assertion was called into question by the raw intensity of his passion.

“Would you like to cum again?” he inquired, slowing ever so slightly.

Though she heard and comprehended his question, it was nonsensical. She’d just suffered through a cataclysmic climax, and a potent one at that. While she could and more than likely would be able to have another orgasm, it would be at least a few minutes until she’d recovered enough to attain such an uncommon feat. Seeing him turn his head and peer behind himself, it was all she could do to continually grunt with his plunges.

“You, whore,” he called, “your friend needs you. Now that you’ve given my backside a thorough tongue bath, give her a little kiss.”

The sound of hooves rushed up beside her, before she languidly watched Leech lower herself. With her face slick with saliva, licking her chops as if she’d just finished a delectable meal, the unicorn seemed giddy with the order. She still couldn’t wrap her head around what difference a kiss would make, but the sight of her friend did bring some sliver of comfort.

“Oh my gosh,” Leech chirped, “his ass and balls are amazing. I bet he could knock up at least a half-dozen mare with all the cream he’s got in those cum-tanks.”

Okuta snorted, drawing their attention up to his face, his smile wavering. “The kiss…”

“Oh, right, sorry,” the unicorn hastily apologized.

Kennel was given no time to react, as her companion shot forward and locked lips with her. An overpowering musk, far stronger than the rich scent on the zebra’s stallionhood, struck her like a gong, as a salty, strong taste of sweat washed over her taste buds. She would have never thought that the simple inclusion of a smell and flavor would be enough to make her climax, but that’s exactly what happened.

Her second orgasm was as or more powerful as the one she’d weathered seconds before, robbing her of anything but rapture. Sounds grew muddled, her vision tunneled, and the world faded out of existence, while she reeled from the unending tide of pleasure. As her consciousness fled from her, she entered a hazy, blissful stupor that she could only describe as heaven itself.

Seconds, centuries, minutes, millennia - time lost all meaning, yet the sensation of his wildly pulsing, flaring stallionhood was enough to wrench her back to the land of the living. Groggy and incoherent though she was, she knew he was about to breed her, about to sow his seed in her womb, and the thought shattered something deep in her psyche. Summoning a strength she didn’t know she had, she bucked back to meet his thrusts and drew a deep breath.

“I…inside,” she wailed, mad desperation dripping from her words. “Cum inside me!”

Maybe her plea had some effect, or perhaps he’d reached the tipping point all on his own - regardless, plunging his length into her yielding, he roared and passed the threshold. The sensation of his essence seeping into her, flooding her interior, evoked yet another climax from her, the most potent one yet, and she collapsed beneath him because of it. He hadn’t just asserted his dominance, he’d claimed her as his plaything.

By the time he was finished, she was destroyed in body, mind, and spirit. Her abdomen was slightly distended from the influx of his seed, she rested in a pool of her saliva and cooling juices, and her blurry, unfocused eyes stared into oblivion. It was like a whole new world had been opened to her, one which she hadn’t realized had existed until less than an hour prior, and the implications of it were overwhelming.

“Kennel…Kennel, hey,” Leech began, shaking her from her rapturous trance, “you ok?”

“Bwah…ah…” she slurred, shakily twisting her head.

She had little doubt that she was a total mess, unseemly and slathered in a cocktail of cum, sweat, and climactic nectar, but that wasn’t what sent a cold shiver through her. Feeling the stud step back and haul his prodigious length from her quivering depths, allowing her hind quarters to unceremoniously fall to the floor, she heaved air into her bosom. Leech rested a few feet away, supine on the bed while expectantly lifting and spreading her hind legs, while Okuta strutted over to her.

Her friend was about to be subjected to the same treatment she had, all but literally fucked into another reality, and she was powerless to stop it - a notion that both horrified and delighted her. From the very depths of her core, she knew there was no going back to pony stallions, that there was nothing that could or likely ever would compare to the glorious zebrican adonis who’d ruined her, yet she was granted a small mercy. If nothing else, at least she’d have a friend to languish in the throes of torturous ecstasy.