Down Bad

Shamelessly watching her friend writhe and howl beneath the titan, Leech furiously rubbed her winking snatch. Though she couldn’t be exactly sure how long it had been since that fateful evening, both she and Kennel’s lives had changed after spending the night with Okuta. Their first date was followed by a second, then a third and a fourth, until he’d given them a proposal - instead of visiting him on an increasing basis, why not submit themselves and become his personal harem.

It had taken a bit of convincing to sway Kennel on the matter, but the hedonistic promise of sinful delights had ultimately done the strong-willed pegasus in. Once they’d sold most of their belongings, they’d forked over what few bits they’d stashed away to procure a larger home for their newfound housemate and live-in stud. Instead of staying in his cozy, relatively small hut, they’d all moved into a substantially larger, arboreal home deep within the Everfree forest.

Though they’d both offered to help with bills, keeping their jobs to contribute financially toward the group living arrangements, Okuta had been quite insistent that they stop working altogether. They were his mares, he was their stud, and their place was tending to the home and ensuring his life was as stress-free and comfortable as possible. Leech had been overjoyed with the idea, finding the prospect of what was essentially a homemaker and concubine irresistible, yet her friend wasn’t so keen on the idea.

Unlike herself, Kennel had subtly resisted the transition taking over their lives - still, it hadn’t taken long for her to change her mind. Obedience from either of them was rewarded with affection and long, passionate nights of rutting, while insubordination would leave their longings ignored. After being able to do little more than watch and listen to her getting bred, her friend had steadily become much, much more cooperative.

“D…don’t stop!” Kennel brayed.

Leech’s muzzle split in a twisted grin, as she watched the stallion grind to an abrupt halt. With a sneer of contempt, ignoring the pegasus’ attempt to apologize, he dismounted the mare and stepped away. While they lived under the same roof and were subjected to the same rules, in spite of being markedly well learned, her friend struggled to retain the lessons they’d learned.

“Master,” Leech hummed, getting to her hooves and giving a small bow when he peered in her direction, “you really should forgive her.”

“Why?” he huffed. “If she doesn’t respect the order of things, she doesn’t deserve my time.”

“Too true,” the unicorn hummed, keeping her head lowered, “but might I make a suggestion?”

A tense moment paused, unable to see his expression, before he snorted. “You may…”

“Perhaps we can both be of use to you. You’ve had such a long week, your frustration with her is well warranted, and I truly do sympathize, so allow us, both of us, to help you relax,” she demurely asserted, summoning the courage to peek up at him.

Smirking and holding her gaze for a moment, he peered over at the shivering pegasus. “You’d do well to learn from her.”

Emboldened by his praise, Leech trotted forward and drew a hoof up his broad, striped chest. “She will in time, but this isn’t about her - this is about you. If you would lay down and make yourself comfortable, we’ll ease your tension.”

Trotting over to her crestfallen companion, listening to Okuta move onto the bed, she helped Kennel to her hooves. She’d known the pegasus for ages, and they were as thick as thieves, so she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for her friend. While she’d taken to her submissive role like a fish to water, often going so far as to debase herself to please her Master, the comparably unruly mare wasn’t so easy to break in - sure, strides had been taken, but she had a long, long way to go.

“Come on,” she whispered, hauling the pegasus up. “Just follow my lead and feel free to ham it up. If we’re lucky, we’ll both be able to get off to this.”

As the unicorn turned toward the bed, Kennel pressed herself to Leech’s side. “You’re not gonna let him creampie me, are you?”

“Let him?” Okuta interrupted, quirking a brow at them. “Neither of you let me do anything - in fact, you’re lucky that I’m indulging her request. If you were smart, you’d keep your muzzle shut until I have a use for it.”

“I…I’m sorry, Master,” Kennel frantically stammered, stopping and all but pressing herself to the floor.

“Master, trust me, this will be more than worth the small transgression - after all, why have one mare servicing you when you could have two,” Leech smoothly remarked, stepping up and onto the foot of the mattress.

She may not have been the smartest mare around, but be darned if she wasn’t one of the more adaptable ones. While she hesitated to call herself manipulative, she did have a bit of skill when it came to learning how to get what she wanted, and their stud had a lot that she wanted. As far as she was concerned, if bending a knee and humiliating herself meant getting as much fat zebra cock as she could manage, there wasn’t much she wouldn’t do for her big-dicked stud.

Standing atop the mattress, she gave a small nod to her right and moved to Okuta’s left side. Their Master might have been an absolute god in bed, but he shared the same weakness as most stallions - he positively adored being fawned over and revered. As she came to a halt by the zebra’s hip, with her friend mirroring her movements, she eased herself onto the sheets.

“So incredible,” she hummed, snaking forward to press her snout to the base of his pillar-like length. “Why couldn’t you have come into our lives sooner?”

He chuckled and pulled a pillow under his head. “It is a shame, but it makes no difference in the end. Now that you’ve experienced what pony stallions lack, you’ve learned the true way of things.”

As she drew her tongue up his shaft, coating her taste buds in his sweat and Kennel’s juices, Leech nodded. “Thank you, Master…”

Though the sycophantic fawning may have come off as theatrical, she was being absolutely truthful. She’d gotten fucked more times than she could count, by a number of different creatures, but not a single one could hold a candle to what Okuta had to offer. With her eyes drifting closed, she savored the enormity of the titan.

Not only was he significantly bigger than most ponies, rocking a stallionhood that could put some dragons to shame, but he had so much more than that. His scent was intoxicating, his domineering air practically demanded fealty, and he was handsome to a fault; in short, he was a paragon of masculinity in every conceivable way. Feeling him shift slightly, his legs parting, she risked a glance over to ensure her friend was where she was supposed to be.

Sure enough, having taken her cue, Kennel had crawled between his legs to venerate his big, weighty balls. Each of his nuts was nearly as big as a grapefruit, and they were exceedingly productive. Darned if she knew if all zebras were like him, or if he was an exception, but a typical load from him was nearly three times bigger than any pony’s she’d ever seen.

As she shifted her attention up to his face, seeing him peering down at her, she reached the head of his shaft and gave it a small kiss. “When will you sire an heir with one of us, Master?”

“In time,” he intoned, “if you’re worthy.”

Getting her hooves under herself, Leech slowly stood. “Then if it pleases you, Master, let us prove ourselves…”

Looking over to Kennel, she gave a nod, stepped over his waist, seated herself by his hip and slid forward. As she pressed her snatch to the trunk of his shaft, she shivered. Simply feeling his warmth and seeing just how huge his tool was was enough to get her off, but she had to focus. Locking eyes with her friend, splaying her legs, she hoped the pegasus would understand what she was planning.

Fortunately for the both of them, Kennel figured out what she was scheming. Resting her legs atop Leech’s, she shuffled closer to him and ground her cunt to the base of his cock. Having sandwiched his length between their marehoods, the duo leaned back, supported themselves on their forelegs, and gradually raised their waists to caress his shaft with their plump, juicy nethers.

Taking the lead, Leech bucked her hips and gave a soft whimper; Kennel quickly followed suit, moaning and gliding her snatch over his shaft. While he could only fuck one of them at a time, using him in such a salacious way provided two very compelling points. For starters, there wasn’t a stallion on the planet who wouldn’t be pleased to see a pair of mares rubbing themselves on him - secondly and more prudently, the sensation was far better than getting off with a hoof.

Leech rolled her head back and closed her eyes, fixating on the pleasure radiating from her groin. The soft skin around the steely core of his cock, the aroma of sex, feeling the veins along his shaft, and his warmth set her nerves alight and fogged her mind. He was a gestalt, more than the sum of all his wondrous parts, and she wanted - no, needed to pledge herself to him.

While she rhythmically slid her winking marehood up and down his member, her thoughts wandered. Just two months ago, she would have never thought she’d wind up devoting herself to a single creature, let alone one she’d only just met, but things had changed. Somehow, be it from fate or sheer dumb luck, she’d found Okuta, quite possibly the only stallion on the face of Equestria who could make her want to give up a life of being a free spirit.

“M…master,” she muttered, turning her head to peer over at him, “might I - Aaaahn - make a request?”

Bucking his hips and driving the duo upward, causing them each to moan, he huffed. “Making a great many requests today ~ aren’t we?”

“Collars,” she quickly stated. “W…we should have collars.”

“You know, I had been thinking about that,” he smoothly replied, steadily thrusting his slickening shaft between them, “but that can wait - for the time being, please your lord.”

“Yes, Sir,” the mares responded in unison, redoubling their efforts.

Gliding their clits over his medial ring, getting as much or more enjoyment out of the exchange than he was, they gradually increased their speed. Their whimpers filled the air, the bed creaked beneath them, and they alternated their movements, as they did what they could to get him off. Though there was only a remote chance that he’d actually climax, that wasn’t important - what was important was giving him a show.

An important part of sex, besides simply feeling good, was the showmanship - at least she’d always considered it important. Physical pleasure was all well and good, but touch was only one ingredient in the erotic recipe. Sight, smell, hearing, and taste were just as significant as tactile input, and the best sensual moments incorporated all the senses.

“So big,” Kennel reverently muttered, reaching down and tweaking her teats with the tips of her wings.

Leech enthusiastically nodded, gnawing her lip. “So much better than a pony…”

“In what way?” he rumbled.

“Every way,” she responded, arching her back and bringing her cunt to just beneath his blunt cock-head. “Pony stallions could never compare to you.”

Grinning from ear to ear, he leaned in. “So you’d swear off pony stallions forever?”

“Y…yeah,” the pegasus croaked, frantically masturbating on his dick.

Only marginally more composed than her friend, Leech shakily nodded. “Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t go back.”

“And you’d swear yourself to me and only to me?” he pressed. “Serving my desires and pleasuring only those who I command you to?”

The unicorn shuddered, as a mental picture struck her out of the blue. Serving him and those he commanded her to? What if he had equally impressive Zebrican friends or brothers? Would she end up being passed around and used like a sex toy between a number of big, striped studs? Hearing him grunt, she frantically nodded again.

“Yes, of c…course,” she sputtered, “I - we live to serve.”

Growing closer and closer to the edge, lost to arousingly dreadful fantasies of being objectified by a group of zebras, she failed to take note of just how quickly Kennel had reached her limit. A delighted wail and spray of nectar across her abdomen ripped her from her happy thoughts and brought a scowl to her face. Peering over at the trembling, squirting pegasus, watching the mare feverishly pawing at her snatch while mewling uncontrollably, she scrunched her snout.

“Don’t be upset,” Okuta intoned, reaching out to caress her thigh. “I may be harsh, but I make sure my harem isn’t left wanting.”

“You know,” Leech cooed, withdrawing her hind legs and getting her hooves under herself, “she might just be able to help you more than you think.”

He paused and studied her for a minute, as she sidled over to straddle him. “And how would she do that?”

Glancing over at the then still pegasus, she motioned to the pendant around the mare’s neck. “She has certain abilities that could convince ponies to do things. I’ve heard Zebrican alchemists are known for their potions, but she can produce pheromones that are insane.”

“Really now ~” he breathed, glancing from her face to her dripping marehood, “how could that help me?”

“When you break her - us,” Leech giggled, leaning in and kissing her way up his chest and to his neck, “you’ll be able to get new playthings.”

As she locked eyes with him, he unflinchingly held her gaze. “And what do you have to gain from this? You’re willing to sell out your friend, bring others into my harem, and fling yourself at me without a care in the world ~ all for what?”

“Because,” she sighed, bringing her muzzle to his ear, “even the biggest, strongest, most virile stallions have a favorite…”

Gently biting his ear, she lowered her waist and blindly pressed her snatch to the tip of his length. Though she may have come off as cool, collected, and staggeringly servile, she was making one of the larger calculated gambles of her life. If, and that was a darn big if, things worked out in her favor, she may find herself as the lead bitch of a potentially growing pack - if not, well, she might simply wind up with more competition to steal his affection from her.

Slowly exhaling and bearing down, she gradually impaled herself on his girthy shaft. Holy crap - even though they’d fucked more times than she could count, she almost constantly felt virginal when he filled her. Sliding down his length, her depths flexing around him, she came to a stop when his thick medial ring pressed to her entrance. It wasn’t that she couldn’t finish the job - she just needed a little extra flourish to hammer her gambit home.

With a triumphant wiggle of her hips, squeezing him for all her worth, she looked him dead in the eye and threw all her weight downward. “And because I will be your favorite…”

As he sat motionless, his lips curling over his teeth. The tension rose in the silence, only punctuated by the sound of Kennel breathing heavily, before he bucked his hips and drove her entire body upward. She winced, the bombardment of pleasure almost sundering her composure, but she endured - disastrously, it didn’t stay that way for long. Withdrawing a portion of his length, he gave her a second, even harder thrust.

“Stupid mare,” he laughed, ruthlessly plowing into her, “even if you were to win my favor, you’d have no more to gain from that than being the preferred toy of a dog - all it means is I’ll wear you out and discard you quicker.”

Though she’d had every intention to ride and swear herself to him, doing all the work herself, he upended her plan in a heartbeat. There was no warmup, no steady escalation - he merely went from resting still to railing her like a machine. As her eyes rolled back, she pressed her forehooves to his chest and pushed herself up.

“Absolutely adorable,” he mockingly chided, looking down her body and to her snatch. “I appreciate your tenacity, but you are nothing to me - no more dear than a convenient plaything to serve me.”

Strands of saliva hung from her chin, her thighs trembled, and her marehood winked uncontrollably, while she held herself steady. It would have been impossible for her to match his breakneck pace, especially given how abruptly he’d taken to screwing her, but she wasn’t about to surrender just yet. Constricting herself around his pistoning length, she falteringly peered at his face.

Without slowing in the slightest, he reached up and stroked her cheek. “Perhaps I will get a collar for you, though that would make you my pet. You could entertain me or any company I deem fit.”

The concept of being viewed as less than a pony was wrong on so many levels, demeaning beyond belief, yet it struck a chord within her. If all her needs were tended to, given food, shelter, and more sex than she could imagine, would it really be that bad to reduced to something akin to a domestic animal? Conflicting emotions raged within her, backlit by the promise of unbelievable pleasure, while he leaned forward.

“But I would refuse to get you fixed - no, if or when you end up with my foal in you, you’ll advance from pet to my broodmare bitch,” he hissed.

Wild flashes of herself heavily pregnant, her enlarged breasts swollen with milk, were her undoing. She’d never really spoken of it to anypony, but the idea of being knocked up was one of the more common mental images she used to get off to. Draping herself on him, squirting and wailing in unfettered bliss, she smeared his striated pelt with her drool.

Undeterred, increasing the speed and force of his bucking hips, he slipped his muzzle to her ear. “How honest you are. Maybe you’d enjoy it more if I invited some friends over to use you for a night and a day, taking turns and filling you with every drop of their seed - after that, I’m sure you’d be carrying a little striped bastard.”

Her jaw clenched, her heart beat so hard that it threatened to leap out of her chest, and the cascade of her marish nectar washed over his legs and the sheets beneath them, as she was wracked with a climax that defied explanation. She’d had every sort of orgasm imaginable, ranging from the small and unsatisfying to those that robbed her of the ability to walk, yet this was different - this resonated within every fiber of her being. As impossible as it may have seemed, he’d found her weakness, an achilles heel she didn’t know she had, and his words cut deep.

“Yesh,” she slurred, throwing herself back into a seated position. “Make me your broodmare!”

“Not mine,” he corrected, pummeling her womb, “ours. You will belong to my kind from this moment onward, and you will unquestioningly obey our requests, no matter what they are.”

Flying into a frenzy, driven by a primal longing like she’d never known, she was somehow able to not only match his pace but outstrip it. Fragments of who she was chipped away, revealing the pony - no, creature she would become. If she was going to receive everything she truly needed, she would gladly forsake the pathetic vestiges of humility she’d been clinging to.

Aftershocks of rapture struck her, momentarily dulling her motions and raising the pitch of her mewling, yet she doggedly rode him with everything she had - that was until he ground to a halt. As she continued to screw herself on him, seeing him turn and look to the side, a panic struck her. She was his favorite! What had she possibly done to deserve his ire?

“Get off and present yourself on the floor,” he grunted, shifting to the side.

No sooner had the words passed his lips than she unsheathed herself, took an unsteady step, and fell off the mattress. She didn’t need to know why he’d given her such an unexpected command, nor did she particularly care - her only concern was earning his approval and his virile essence. Ignoring her sore jaw and weakened limbs, keeping her chest pressed to the floor, she did as he’d asked.

“If your going to be my bitch, I’m going to fuck you like a bitch,” he snarled, stepping down from the bed and stepping over to his dresser.

Seeing him retrieve a sash, her pulse quickened. It wasn’t until he trotted over and unceremoniously mounted her, slipping the length of fabric around her neck, that she realized his design. He’d meant what he’d said - she was no longer a mare to give him comfort, she was little more than a dog.

“Now then,” he growled, pulling on the cloth and choking her of air, “speak.”

Her eyes bulged, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she gave a choked gag, as he savagely set to rutting her. Had her hind legs not been locked in place, keeping her upright, she would have collapsed in an instant - fortunately, that wasn’t the case. Starved of oxygen, crumbling under the ceaseless barrage of pleasure and torment, she was stricken with one climax after another.

On and on he went, expertly giving her the occasional sip of air while jackhammering into her, without the slightest care in the world - then again, why would he care. Her use, her place, was to entertain him and to do what she was told - nothing more, nothing less. If he wished to abuse her, she’d endure it. Should he command her to prostrate herself or put on a show, she wouldn’t hesitate to do so. She was his and his alone, and she was thankful to have such a powerful, stern Master.

With his stallionhood beginning to flare, pushing her canal to the limits of what it could endure, he loosened the sash. “Do you want some puppies, Bitch.”

“A…Arf!” she croaked, delirious with ecstasy.

Giving an unstoppable plunge, pleased with her reply, he fully hilted his throbbing length into her, sank into her eager womb, and leaned in to fiercely bite her shoulder. She was no stranger to the heady cocktail of pain and pleasure, yet the enormity of the moment broke some fundamental part of her. As his thick cum surged into her, rounding her abdomen and permeating her with its heat, the waking world fled from her.

The dreamless void which greeted her was nothing short of a glorious dream. She’d spent her whole life looking for her purpose, trying in vain to find where she belonged, and she’d finally attained what she’d so desperately desired. All the worldly fears she’d ever had were gone, stripped away, now that Okuta had claimed her. No more worrying about shelter, bills, food, or any of the innumerable inconveniences in life - her only concern was pleasing her Master.

While she was unsure how long she’d been passed out, a hoof on her shoulder rocked her awake. Groggily peering up, seeing the towering stud looming over her, she languidly watched as he stepped over her head and brought his semi-rigid, cum-slick stallionhood toward her snout. He had no need to ask for what he wanted, making his intentions obvious, so she drifted toward him, opened her maw, and began licking his cock clean.

“Good girl,” he warmly hummed. “This afternoon, once you’ve cleaned up this mess, we’ll go out and fetch you a proper collar, leash, and maybe a few other goodies - on one condition.”

Shuffling back from under him, she rocked into a seated position and kept her eyes lowered to the ground. Moments before opening her mouth to speak, she caught herself and clamped a hoof to her muzzle. It would take time and no small amount of mindfulness to retrain how she carried herself, but the elation of her newfound role gave her hope. Swinging her tail back and forth, staying silent, she expectantly peeked up at him. His smile was more than rewarding, evoking a profound euphoria.

“When we are out of the house, you will wear your leash. You will only speak when it is absolutely required, when I command you to, or if I send you out to perform an errand ~ understood?” he inquired, more of a statement than a question.

“Woof!” she chirped, her voice horse and raspy.

Glancing back and seeing that Kennel still slumbered, he moved to the doorway and motioned for her to follow. “So, my faithful pet, you mentioned you two may have some friends?”

“I…” Leech began and paused, seeing him quirk an eye.

“You may speak,” he assured her, leading the way to his living room.

“Two friends of ours, yeah,” she noted, rubbing the sore band around her neck, “but they aren’t as - uh - loose as we are.”

Having reached the den, he shifted course and stepped over to the sofa. “That’s no problem whatsoever,” he remarked, dismissively waving a hoof. “Fetch me a drink and we’ll discuss these companions of yours. If what you say about Kennel’s powers is true, and if you know these two friends well, I’m sure that we will be able to compel them to join us ~ isn’t that right, pet?”

“Yes, Master,” she humbly responded, giving a deep bow before wheeling around and dashing into the kitchen.

A part of her almost felt bad for what she was about to do - almost, but that wasn’t going to stop her. With the promise of more affection from her Master, she’d gleefully do everything in her power to please him - moreover, her friends, once they’d sampled the delights he had to offer, would thank her for inviting them. As she poured him a glass of Boukha, her mind went alight on how she and Kennel could rope in a few newcomers…